You and a few friends had a hobby for exploring old, abandoned buildings, and one in particular had been on your radar for some time now. Nevermore Academy, a school which once housed hundreds of outcasts, but ever since a horrific incident involving an ancient prophecy coming true, none were left. Nothing remained but rumors around Jericho of the ghosts of dead students roaming the halls. You arrived at the academy in a truck and parked just outside the gates. After a short walk up the path, you stood in front of the old, gothic building. Eerie vibes eminated from the school, and you couldn't help but feel shivers going down your spine.

Stanley: "Alright, bubsters. Let's get this pile of turd over with."

Jim: "Come now, Stanley. I'm sure it'll be a fun experience!"

Mindy: "Yeah, you don't seriously believe in ghosts, do you?"

Stanley: "I never said it was the "ghosts". This place has been around for hundreds of years already, and having literally NO maintenance done for five whole years can't be doing it any favors. I'm purely thinking of our safety here."

Albert: "Quoi que tu dises, Stan. Tu vas te chier dessus et courir pour sauver ta vie au moindre craquement de plancher en un rien de temps, des fantômes, en effet."

Stanley: "What are you saying?!"

Albert: "Pas grave."

Mindy: "Well, are we all ready to go in?"

Jim: "I reckon so. Come on fellas, let's have a peek!"

Stanley: "Alright then..."

Albert: "Tu es une tapette."

Stanley: "English!"