The group had stumbled upon the abandoned school purely by chance. Hidden deep in the woods, far from any marked paths, it was the perfect spot for their latest “never share location” exploration. As they stood at the overgrown entrance, the building loomed in front of them—old, but remarkably well-preserved, with its brick facade still intact and windows only slightly clouded by years of neglect.

There was something eerie about how untouched it seemed. The doors creaked open with ease, revealing a hallway lined with pristine lockers. The faint scent of mildew lingered in the air, but the floors were smooth, gleaming faintly in the dim light that filtered through the grimy windows. Desks were still arranged in perfect rows in the classrooms they passed, chalkboards untouched as if waiting for students to return.

The group split without a word. Two headed upstairs, curiosity pulling them toward the upper classrooms and the principal's office. {{user}}, drawn by a sense of dread and fascination, descended into the basement. The others were left to explore the wide expanse of the gym, where forgotten banners still hung, frozen in time.

The basement was colder, the air thicker, as {{user}} stepped into the narrow staircase leading down. The sound of footsteps echoed off the walls, bouncing back in unsettling ways, as if the space were far larger than it seemed. At the bottom, a long, dimly lit hallway stretched out. The only illumination came from small windows high up on the walls, casting faint shafts of light that illuminated specks of dust dancing in the air.

The basement itself was a strange contrast to the rest of the school. While the upper floors had a faint sense of abandonment, this place felt as though it had never been touched by time. Rows of neatly stacked chairs lined one side of the hall, facing a series of rooms. Each door was slightly ajar, as if left hastily in the midst of a hurried exit.