The door creaked open. Kellan took a deep breath and stepped into the shadowy classroom.
Inside, no children chuckled. No teacher taught. Silence suffused like creeping fog.
Cobwebs clung to ceiling corners. Darkness enveloped desks.
Toppled chairs and abandoned assignments lay scattered on the floor.
Very little was as Kellan remembered. He’d been a student here years before.
As he approached his old seat, he heard soft cries. Figures huddled, hidden in gloom.
Kellan’s rifle lifted toward the trembling targets.
“Boo,” he said, though he wasn’t a ghost.
He’d become something far more monstrous the moment he returned to school.
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