Sarah's POV~
"Well guys, it's midnight! Time to do some cruising around the mall." Tito said. I dropped my longboard down to the ground and pushed off. Dean rode ahead with the rest of us close on his tail. Tito and I swerved in and out of each other's path and Fred was using the levitation spell on George so he was skating right above our heads. We were all laughing and having the best time until a scream echoed through the hallways. Dean stopped in a second and we all crashed into him, piling up like a doggy pile. George fell on top of us after Fred had stopped using the spell with an 'oof'.
"What was that?" I said, starting to tremble. We all got up and listened to see if it would come again. Nothing. "It sounded like a scream..."
"Sarah, it's fine. Hannah probably just saw a spider or something. Nobody is here but us." Fred in his adorable British accent.
"But what if it's not a who..." I said, getting more scared every second. Just then, a faint laughter was floating in the air. I began to relax.
"See? We're fine." George said. He helped me up and we all went up a short staircase. We were skating once again. All the boys jumped over something in the middle of the hallway. Since I'm the least experienced of the group, my board caught it and I face-planted onto the ground. Everyone stopped and looked back to see if I was fine. I was, so I gave a quick thumbs up and stood up. Looking back at what I had tripped over confused me. It was a pipe. Or looked like a pipe. I looked a little closer and realized it was more like a pole, a pole that stretched longer than I thought. And connected to other poles which connected to even more poles. Endless it seemed.
I followed it until I reached the top, which held a head. A white fox head with big fluffy ears and pink streaks. I followed another pole and it led to a white gloved hand, like Mickey Mouse. Another hand just opposite of it. More towards the middle, there was a white and pink fluffy tail. "What the...?" Its head turned, which was up by the ceiling. It was hanging onto the ceiling but its body was so long and tangley it drooped down to the floor, where it stretched across to the other side of the wide hallway and lay with two white feet attached.
Its head was up in the shadowy corner of the ceiling. All I could see was one, bright, yellow dot. It finally crept forward a few inches and stared at me, revealing its face in the light. It looked like a she because it had bright pink lips, thick eyelashes, and rosey cheeks. Her snout was long and came to a point of a big, black nose. One eye was there, the other was gone. The yellow dot was where the eye should have been. A fox. A really beaten up one. "G-guys... W-we should p-prob-bably get going..." I managed to stutter out.
"Oh for the love of Pete Sarah, we are fi-..." Fred turned around and followed my gaze. "Bloody hell..." He whispered in shock. The rest turned and looked as well. Tito took a step forward as the fox crept closer to me. When he did, the fox looked over to him and screamed. Howled. It made noise that was not noise. It sounded like static and a bald eagle combined. I crouched down and slapped my hands up to my ears. I felt liquid by my ear. Blood. It dripped all over my black jacket and bright blue jeans. The others held their ears too. I started screaming bloody murder out of fear. I stood up and ran over to Dean in fear and he put himself between me and that thing.
"Let's get out of here!" Dean yelled over the never-ending screeching. We all nodded and grabbed our stuff and skated away as fast as we could. This time, Dean was in the back and Fred was leading us. We didn't know where we were going. As long as it was away from... the it. That thing. The tangled and mangled pile of poles and body parts. Mangle. That was it's new name.