“Ouch!” Your exclaim bounces through the bleak, dim hallway, or rather dead hallway. Toe stubbed against broken wood at the base of the schools white wall, where mice and other litter critters sneaked their way through for rations. Above your body, a breeze whistles by along with the vague movement of branches lit by the moonlight that cast over your shadow. The shadows stretch, and ever so slowly nails the length of of a paper clip paint your pajamas top followed by heat of what could only be a human; squeezing.

“{{user}} just what are you doing up at this hour ?”

There was a rumour that went around Paxwell Academy. Headmistress Odette was a ghost that lived during the 50’s. That she passed away due to one of her students that doused her in boiling water from the dorm window in the east dorms. She died from her burns..it was utter nonsense you thought when you first arrived, now here you are. Roaming the hallways with a candle on your way to get a glass of water from the kitchen five floors down the floor boards creak.