The Quiet Room

Hee-Hee, hello ONCE GORE BOILS and GHOULS to my CASTLE, to wind up this EERIE-EDITION! This SLIMY-SELECTION is about an ELEMENTARY GHOUL and its teacher who puts some of her pupils in...
Back in Autumn of 1945, there was an elementary school somewhere over in southern-Indiana, where little kids sat and wrote on papers at their desks. An old teacher sat at a desk in front of the class and read: “Poems By Edgar Allan Poe”. She turned a page and two children walked up to her desk, putting their papers on it. “Excuse us, Miss Fitch, may we please go get a drink of water from Principal Walters?” one of the boys asked her. Miss Fitch looked over at him and replied sternly, “yes, Douglas!”. “Thank you, come on, Peter” Douglas said to her then told the second boy and they walked out of the classroom. When Douglas and Peter returned, Miss Fitch got up from her desk and put a hand on a shoulder of Peter and Douglas then. “You boys have been gone a very long time. Come with me to The Quiet Room for your punishment!” Miss Fitch said to them, sternly. She walked out of the classroom with Peter and Douglas. An hour later, three students were laughing together and Miss Fitch got up from her desk. She walked over to the three girls. “Perhaps you three girls do not realize that laughing disrupts the Class. Come with me to The Quiet Room” Miss Fitch said to them and led them out of the room then. When she came back, two boys were tossing paper airplanes at each other and Miss Fitch walked over to them immediately. “You boys to The Quiet Room with me now!” Miss Fitch ordered them and they gasped in fear. 
That evening, the doorknob of a door within the grade school turned quickly. The voices of Peter and Douglas screamed out: “HELP US!”. The door was blocked off by a shelf. One year later, Miss Fitch was walking down a hallway in the school when a younger teacher stopped her. “Good morning, Miss Fitch, how do you do?” he asked her, smiling. “Good morning, Mr. Vern, very well thank you. How are you sir?” she answered him. “Oh, good thank you ma’am. I hope the beginning of this school year shall be much better than the beginning of last school year when Douglas, Peter and the rest of those kids went missing” Mr. Vern said to her. “I am sure it shall be much better, Mr. Vern” Miss Fitch said to him. As they walked on in opposite directions then, Mr. Vern stopped at the shelf in front of the door, hearing a knocking on it. He looked confused then and hurried off. 
Mr. Vern came back to the shelf and door, and listened. The door was quiet. That afternoon, he was up, at his chalkboard. “Alright, Class, if Farmer Brown has ten pears, and his Wife uses five pears to bake her delicious pear pie, how many pears does Farmer Brown have left?” Mr. Vern said to the class, asking them. “Five pears” the kids all answered. “Correct very good” Mr. Vern said by the illustrations of pears on the chalkboard. Suddenly, he heard whispering. The voices whispered to him, “help us Mr. Vern please. Help us!”. “Um, Class, please work on your math in your math books. I’ll be right back. Excuse me” he said and left his classroom. The voices were still whispering and repeating: “help us Mr. Vern please. Help us!”, as Mr. Vern walked back to the shelf in front of the door. He pushed the shelf aside and mumbled to himself: “this room has not been opened for fifty years”. Mr. Vern grabbed a flashlight from the shelf and went into the room turning it on. The teacher heard the voices closer now as he shined the flashlight into the darkness. Then, he saw rotting corpses sitting around a table, that were all covered in cobwebs. There were seven dead bodies, three of them dressed in white long-sleeved-dress shirts and black sweater vests. One wore a black cap, another wore a light-brown cap, and a third corpse wore a beige cap. Three more bodies were in shadow and wore dresses. The last corpse was also a skeleton with longer white hair, dressed in a beige coat and a blue and white plaid collared shirt. Mr. Vern gasped in horror, as the corpses were the ones whispering, being zombies. 
The skeleton of the boy laughed in a boy’s voice, as the zombie held an open-book. His rotting-eye-sockets had glowing-yellow spots within them and the living dead children all rose from their chairs. They all were decaying skeletons and came to Mr. Vern by one of the shelves. They whispered, “help us Mr. Vern please. Help us!” over and over. Mr. Vern screamed in terror. “It was Miss Fitch who locked us in here. She called this room The Quiet Room, Mr. Vern sir. Miss Fitch then killed us by beating us all with a hammer” the zombie with the beige cap explained in Peter’s voice. “Peter Crawford is that you?” Mr. Vern asked in fear to the skeleton in the beige cap. “Yes sir. And this is Douglas Hendrickson!” it answered and told him, looking at the skeleton in the light brown cap. Five minutes later, Mr. Vern knocked on the door of Miss Fitch’s classroom. She got up from her desk and answered the door. “Pardon me, Miss Fitch, may I please have a word with you?” Mr. Vern asked her. “Why, certainly Mr. Vern. Class, I will be right back” she replied and then said to the class. They walked to The Quiet Room together. 
“Miss Fitch, please come into this room with me. I have found quite a discovery” Mr. Vern said to her, opened the door and she walked into it first. Then, Mr. Vern quickly slammed the door shut, locking it with a key then. “Mr. Vern, what is this trick sir?” Miss Fitch asked, turning the doorknob. The lanterns within The Quiet Room were all lit and the living-dead zombies of Douglas and Peter stood behind Miss Fitch. She turned back around, gasping in surprised-terror at their skeletons. “It is I, Douglas Hendrickson, Miss Fitch” his zombie said to her. “It’s me Miss Fitch. Peter Crawford” Peter’s skeleton said to her. The zombies of the three girls came to Miss Fitch. “Remember me Mary Holloway?” one of them asked Miss Fitch. “And me, her Sister Julie Holloway, Miss Fitch?” a second zombie of a girl asked. “It’s me Miss Fitch. Gretchen Moore” the third skeleton of a girl said. Their dresses were all red within the light of the lanterns. Then the skeleton of the boy in the black cap said; “hi Miss Fitch. It’s me Harry Rutherford ma’am!”. The zombies all laughed then, the rotting skeletons gripping Miss Fitch’s arms and throat, as she screamed and writhed. 
The skeleton of the last boy in his blue and white plaid collared-shirt and beige coat, tangled his dead, boney-fingers into their teacher’s white hair, peering at her with his decaying-eye-sockets with the yellow-glowing spots within them. The zombie pupils began gnawing on Miss Fitch’s face, neck and hands, causing her to scream louder in pain. Outside of The Quiet Room, Mr. Vern looked terrified and took off quickly. That evening, Mr. Vern was sitting at his desk writing on a sheet of paper, and heard children laughing outside. He got up, looked out his classroom-window and gasped in horror. The zombies of Miss Fitch’s murdered students were laughing and running out of the school together. Their bones sickeningly cracked loudly as the skeletons all ran into a forest across the street. The teacher lit a cigarette and smoked as he walked down the hallway. He stopped outside of The Quiet Room and hesitantly opened the door. He turned on a flashlight and shined it into the room, finding the skeleton of Miss Fitch lying across the floor. 
Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Talk about SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET eh, Kiddies? Miss Fitch was sure TAUGHT A LESSON herself by her students. She learned that SILENCE IS GHOUL-DEN being within The Quiet Room hee-hee-hee-hee! 
The zombies of the children sitting within The Quiet Room.
One of the zombies.