The English Teacher

She walks into the classroom and looks at the door again. She'd been itching to open it for a week now. She finally convinced her mom to let her stay after school. The day rolls by slowly and finally she walks into the English room and over to the trap door. She has about ten minutes before the teacher comes back in. She heaves open the heavy door and sees a dusty old spiral staircase. She takes a wary step down onto the first stair. Pulling the flashlight out of her pocket, she turned it on and shined it down the stairs. Descending into the long hallway, she shines her flashlight around. There are tall, steel doors with windows and bars. She hoists herself up to look in one of the doors and she sees nothing. She walks down the hall and looks in another and another. Still she sees nothing until she gets a ways farther down. Again she looks up into the window and this time she sees something horrifying. There's a young boy with a big gash in his side, exposing his ribs and organs. He walks up closer to the window and she recognizes his face. He was a boy that had gone missing from their town two months earlier. Then she knew. He found the door too and the English teacher had killed him. She tried to run but I got her. I am the English teacher and they will all end here in my prison of eternal hell.