The light blot changed again and in an old, ghostly man appeared in the blinding light. Was he hallucinating? Or…was it all true what he saw? Damian started to fear that he lost his mind….he saw things that couldn’t be true. There was something happening that he couldn’t comprehend. But…there was nobody here, only he himself and some light blot. Damian thought he was imagining things, especially when he heard a dreary, very unsympathetic laughter, which seemed to fill the whole space, and he also heard a faint panting. It became a column of blinding light, which moved slowly towards him until it stopped a few yards from Damian’s feet. But it didn’t only get bigger, but higher as well. With the cold growing more and more intense, the light spot moved down tantalizingly slow until it reached the floor, where it started to expand. Damian was sure it was getting colder as well in a very rapid tempo, causing goose-flesh on his arms. It started going hence and forth and grew every second. It was high between the rafters and it turned into a real spot of light, which remained where it was.
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The flickering was there again, but not on the floor. He looked again, but couldn’t understand what he saw. Maybe someone came looking for him after all. Suddenly he startled…did he really see it right? Yes, there it was again, a flickering of light. But with time passing slowly and after several cigarettes his mood didn’t get any better: he was hungry, lost his sense of time and felt terrible. That might bring him through the night, which promised to be long. It was a relief to find out that he had his cigarettes with him. The only thing he could do was to resign and make the best of it. And even if he managed to find his way back, it would be useless: the doors would be closed and he would be locked in until the next day. In this pitch darkness it seemed impossible to go back to the parts that were actually used by his school. He realized himself that he had done something terribly dumb when he opened his eyes: it was dark! “Oh shit!” he muttered in himself, “And what are you going to do now?” When he had cum, he snuggled up against the pillows for a nap in school time. He lied down on the pillows, made himself comfortable and started dreaming about this gorgeous boy in his class, playing with himself at the sheer thought of it. It was a nice spot to spend the last school hour in a comfortable and cozy way. “Who would have thought that?” mused Damian with a smile. On the attic he found some old metal beds and a heap of pillows. The light trickled through small holes between the roof-tiles and was filtered by them to a beautiful, soft, almost gold-colored shine. It was a high and almost empty space with a complicated truss of rafters and a creaking wooden floor. Sauntering along he ended up on the attic of the building. Every little sound he made reverberated in the hollow, empty spaces.
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Damian was surprised over the many rooms and halls with high ceilings and high windows, through which only very little light entered, covered as they were by layers of dust.
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It was an old, majestic building, tucked away in the woods, with most of it being unused and empty. His school was temporarily situated in an old boy boarding school, awaiting the readiness of its new buildings. His absence wasn’t noticed, he already had the reputation of being a truant and so he had the opportunity to reconnoiter everything. Instead of that he started walking around in those parts of the old school building where nobody came. Out of pure refractoriness and total boredom he didn’t go from one classroom to the other, when the hourly change of lectures came.