"I'm pretty sure that I told this girl not to come back here," Frank shakes his head when all of us pour inside. Felix quickly shuts the door behind himself. Scott and the rest of them take a look around the small room.

Gerard gets off of the couch he was sitting on, then walks up to us. "I really thought you would get out of here," he says to me. "Now you're stuck."

That is the last thing I want to hear. "There has to be a way, Gerard," I say.

"How long have you two been here?" Felix inquires then move over to the dingy couch in the room. 

"27 years," Frank says. Before I can react, he laughs. "Just kidding. We came as music teachers. The first day we got here, they asked us if we could teach the children how to write speeches. Speeches that only convey what the teachers teach. I wasn't here for that, so Frank and I tried to leave."

Everyone jumps when Frank starts running his fingers down his guitar, shredding like he was performing in front of a concert. Felix runs toward Frank and tries snatching the guitar. "What the bloody hell are you doing? Are you trying to get us killed?" Felix whispers.

Frank yanks his guitar and places it behind him. "Relax kid," he says. "They can't hear us. This place is the safe zone."

"Let's stay here," Aaliyah suggests. 

I shake my head at the thought. As much as I would love to stay in here for the rest of my life with two musicians and a few people I just met, I would also hate to do that. Afraid or not afraid, we need to leave this school. "We can't stay," I turn to Frank. "Is there anything we should know that could perhaps help us?"

Frank nods. "Well, Gerard and I overheard rumors about a secret floor in the school. We tried to find it, but we couldn't."

Gerard sighs and looks at Scott. "They caught us snooping around and we told them that the school was weird. I mean, we saw a kid get slapped just for wanting to touch our guitars. We told them that we would never come back, so we left."

"But," Frank pauses. "We made the mistake of coming back the next day. Frank left some papers in a room and I accompanied him that day. However, we couldn't leave. They tried to teach us to think like them. To be like them. It almost worked and we forgot almost everything that was happening until Frank and I started singing some of our songs."

"What do you mean?" Gemma asks.

Gerard turns to her. "Their words did get to us at some point. It wasn't like we wanted to listen or accept them. But the longer we were here, the more we were pulled into thinking what they were doing was right. I remember feeling like I was hypnotized in once, then I started singing one of my own songs." He smiles at Frank and begins to snap his fingers.

"They're gonna clean up your looks. With all the lies in the books. To make a citizen out of you. Because they sleep with a gun. And keep an eye on you, son. So they can watch all the things you do." Gerard sings. His voice is actually beautiful and when Frank joins in, it gets even better."

 "Because the drugs never work. They're gonna give you a smirk. 'Cause they got methods of. keeping you clean. They're gonna rip up your heads. Your aspirations to shreds. Another cog in the murder machine." Frank sings, really getting into it. He pretends like he's playing notes on an imaginary guitar while making funny faces at us. It even makes Felix chuckle. 

Gerard claps once, making us all jump. "Then BAM! Like that, we're out of this hypnosis. Frank and I remember all the horrible things we had seen, and how insane this place really is. So, we found this room and hid in it. No one comes here."

Frank lowers his head. "Then a woman with curly blonde hair starts screaming in the hallway one day. She screams, 'Down, down, down. Room 001. Room 001. Run! Run!' so loud. The teachers are trying to get her, and eventually, she's surrounded by them. A few teachers grab her and one brings out a long saw," he shakes his head. "What they did next is too brutal for you kids to hear."

"Tell us," Mulan whispers and I can tell she is afraid.

Frank raises his eyebrows and lowers his voice. "First they put her out with a needle. When she woke up, she was hanging upside down from the school ceiling. Do not forget, all of this was happening in the hallway, so kids saw. Two teachers place a long saw over in between her legs. They began to saw her, starting from her...well you get the point. All the way until they reached her neck. She was still alive by the time it reached her chest, then died when they cut through it. Some say she was a teacher who rebelled. We would hear her sing all the time whenever she had passed by."

Mulan sits over by Felix and grabs his arm, squeezing it while looking at him. "What are we going to do?"

"Great," Felix sighs. "The teachers are perverts."

Scott waves his hands dramatically. "Wait, but what was that about a room and something being down?"

Gerard licks his lips. "Rumors say it's where graduates go to earn their mark. Whatever that means."

Aaliyah sits on the couch next to Mulan. "I'm sorry, but we're not getting anywhere."

Scott points a finger in the air. "Actually, we're getting a few clues now. We should really check out this room."

"Good luck," Frank says. "Even if you don't get caught, there's no room 001. You guys will need a miracle to get out of here."

Just then, the doorknob starts to twitch. Gerard runs and holds it. "Hide," he mouths. Frank leads us behind a small curtain where the mops stand. Gerard lets go of the handle, but he remains where he is when two older people and a student walks in. They walk pass Gerard like he isn't there. I was able to realize that one man has a blindfold on and a gag in his mouth. The student is holding a large see through makeup kit in her hand.

The man without the blindfold pushes the other guy on the couch. "Okay, Mikayla," he says. "This is where your makeup skills come in handy. Make me look just like him. The trimming scissors and hair dye are here. You have to make me look exactly like David's father."

Mikayla removes the gag from his mouth. "What kind of school is this with these horrendous rules!" The man yells out. "My son will never go here, and when I get out of here I will file a complaint!"

The other man laughs. "You're not going anywhere, and neither is David. You see...I will be his father now."

I almost gasp when I realize what is going on. They need makeup artists to make the teachers look like our parents so that we have to listen to them when they tell us to go back to the school. That meant...since my first day of school, my mother never came home that day.  It was an imposter who did...