Alvin J. Crow 4

But eventually their curiosity got the better of them, and, against the entreaties and warnings of the girls, a couple of the more humorous and adventurous guys decided to go bodily into the recess and begin an exploration. Dan, a jovial potbellied boy in a purple t-shirt, took off his jacket and laid it aside, and with the help of lean, sharp-faced Terry, was able to haul himself fully inside the alcove, immediately reaching down to help Terry clamber up.
That heavy pearl-coloured curtain of fine watered silk, fell across the gap once more and obscured the two guys.... The other students watched and listened intently.... Behind the curtain a few fumbles and giggles were heard, a bit of cursing, the striking of a match.
In the next instant, several things occurred.
First, the strong overhead gallery lights were all dramatically dimmed at once, and from behind the curtain a frenzied, nauseated scream of fear was wrenched up from someone's throat. For a few seconds more the quivering light of a match could be seen through the silk curtain.
Vain, struggling hands punched at the material, muffled anxieties burst forth, as though distorted into an alien tongue. As hands clawed at the curtain spastically, the other students watched transfixed. Someone inside was struggling to get out, to break free, and was wrestling with the silk curtain, as though it was made of lead. His voice muffled, suffocated by some heavy force.
And then, from below the bottom of the curtain came a sudden splattering of dark liquid, as though someone inside had simply emptied a bucket of blood down the pristine white plaster wall. It happened with shocking suddenness.
What happened next is rather shameful to relate. The remaining students took to their heels and fled. They bolted toward the door from which they had come. Without organisation, without dignity, as one man. Shrieks of hysteria and shouts of panic and confusion, loud frenzied curses, scrambling and scratching to haul the door open and press through.