It was a damp, hair raising night at [REDACTED] elementary school. 15 years ago, it used to be one of the best learning places in the high population of [REDACTED], South America. The halls were bustling with happy children at that well age, ready to learn their favorite subjects. Teachers loved their jobs, The principal was awesome, and children paid all of their attention. Everything was perfect. It all went well until one distinct mistake of a curious child that would cause irreversible damage to the place and various families.

You decided to visit [REDACTED] elementary school. You thought it would be fun. You used to be a student at this school. You decided to revisit it. Removing the boards and nails, you squeeze though a broken window. It looked so different.

As you walked down the halls, you hear someone crying loudly. Not a baby, but it sounded like a 9 or 10 year old. The cries sounded gurgly, like a drowning kid.