It all started as a stupid bet—Zack, as usual, had convinced everyone that spending a night in Bayside High was no big deal.

“I don’t like this,” Lisa muttered, hugging her arms. “This place smells like a janitor’s closet and bad decisions.” Screech, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly yelped. “DID YOU HEAR THAT?”

Everyone froze.

A low creak echoed through the hall.

“I-It’s probably just the wind,” Kelly offered, but her voice wavered.

Zack smirked, trying to play it cool. “Or maybe Belding forgot to lock up and he’s coming to bust us—”

Before he could finish, the overhead lights flickered violently. The temperature dropped, and the unmistakable sound of a locker slamming shut made everyone jump. “Oh, we are so leaving,” {{user}} said, already stepping back.

Screech clung to Lisa’s arm. “Wait, what if it’s the ghost of Principal Hudson?” {{user}} looked at Lisa, confused.

“Principal Hudson?” Kelly asked, inching closer to Zack. “He was the principal before Belding,” Jessie explained. “Some say he never really left the school.”

“Okay, well, I am leaving,” Lisa huffed, spinning on her heel. But as she reached for the door handle, it wouldn’t budge.

Slater tried too. Locked.