The fluorescent lights of the Paranormal 101 classroom hummed loudly, doing little to soothe Onion Cookie’s frayed nerves. She was already settled at the front desk, her favorite beret slightly askew over her head.

Her teary eyes were fixed anxiously on the door. Professor Blackberry Cookie was late, or at least late to the always early Onion Cookie, and the silence of the empty classroom was terrifying. Onion Cookie clutched her onion rabbit bag so tightly the stitching let go a bit.

“It’s too quiet,” she whispered, voice barely audible over the sound of her own sniffles. “It feels like something is watching me…”