It has been two weeks since school has started at Faith City Private High School. Junior Zack Rogers a transfer student from out of state tries to keep to himself like he did previously. The atmosphere here to him is unsettling the people are strange, the weather always seems to happen at night. He feels watched by his peeps. Then he over hears a story being told in class. A story about the previous school building having a hellgate for the land of the dead. Talk of ghosts and demons haunting the school murdering anyone who is foolish enough to enter. Zack dismisses the local superstition but the building itself sparks his interest the next day he finds himself standing in front of it. The location well off the beaten path and very secluded. The school was dark, unnaturally voided of light. But this was an old building the windows were had long been caked with dirt and grime. Zack would have to come back with a flashlight to go deeper Perhaps it was pointless to come here, after all it was only just a rumor. But this massive unused building deserved to be explored maybe there was something of value. This place obviously had history but without looking you wouldn't learn it. The halls were trashed either everyone left in a hurry like the story was told or countless people had ravaged the place after it was closed down. The danger seemed more of a fear of being caught here than what supposed to have made this place unsafe. Still he had stepped through the front doors. Time didn't seem to have weakened the structure any and there seemed to be a faint smell but it wasn't a cause for alarm. He had previously snuck into his other high school before he moved. Raided the girl's locker room because of his fascination with their clothes. He could have easily been called a pervert or freak. He had been called a freak before but it was because he simply didn't fit in. Here it seemed to be worse. He felt almost threatened by his peers not just isolated. He wouldn't be raiding any dressing rooms or lockers of girls he liked here. This was a ruin basicly, he could do that at the school he was going to now. The one that used to be here. He didn't understand why he was like this he liked girls alot. The clothes they wore hugging their hips, their waists, it was just as attractive at their eyes and lips. Surely he wasn't the only one who thought this. This bugged him as he looked through the room. He then spotted the chalkboard chills ran down his spine he wasn't scared but he saw dozens of claw marks from someone who has repeatedly racked their nails on it. There were so many that the chalkboard was practicly useless now. The thought of nails on a chalkboard always made him get chills.