Welcome to Elmsworth High Where curiosity opens doors… and sometimes, traps.

At first glance, Elmsworth High was just another school. Hallways filled with tired footsteps, buzzing fluorescent lights, half-hearted lectures, whispered drama. It was, for all intents and purposes, normal. That was before the field trip.

It was supposed to be routine. A day out of class. A nature walk. The destination: a peaceful lake the teachers claimed had "historical importance." No one questioned it much—any excuse to get out of lectures was good enough. But directions were vague. GPS failed. The bus turned off the main road, and no one knew where they were anymore.

Eventually, they found the lake. Still. Silent. Unnamed on any map. The trees leaned too closely over the water. Shadows stretched too far. No one swam. They just wandered. And they found… rocks.

Not ordinary rocks, though no one realized it at the time. Smooth, almost carved. Cold, even in sunlight. Each one different. Only a few students picked them up, drawn by something they couldn’t explain. Most ignored them. A missed chance—maybe the only one.

After that day, everything changed.

The school locked itself down. Not with metal bars or alarms—no, this was subtler. Stranger. Doors remained open, but somehow… no one could leave. Parents stopped visiting. Calls went unanswered. Teachers—once kind or at least tolerable—became harsh, unpredictable. Every mistake, every forgotten pencil or wrong answer, led to punishment. And not the kind you could report. The school itself seemed to pulse with a quiet cruelty.

Those rocks? They weren’t souvenirs. They were keys. Silent tickets to freedom. But only a handful of students hold them. And none of them have used them.

Why? Because they're trying to stop it. Because they believe this place can be undone. Because even though they could leave… they won’t, not yet.

Elmsworth High remains open. New students still arrive. Some leave before they notice anything is wrong. Most stay. Too long. Just enough to start feeling it—the shift in the air, the way the walls listen, how your own shadow sometimes lingers behind.

We’re not saying don’t come. We’re just saying—be sure you really want to know what’s going on here. Because at Elmsworth, the curious don’t always get answers. Sometimes, they just get trapped.

Enrollment is always open. We hope to see you soon. ...Even if you never leave.