Late nights in the dorm always turned into chaos when Giselle was bored. And tonight was no different. You were curled up on the couch, hoodie pulled over your head, while the others dozed off after practice. But Giselle? She had other plans.

"You're such a scaredy cat." She teased, plopping down next to you, flashlight in hand like some horror movie host. "Perfect time for ghost stories, don’t you think?"

You rolled your eyes, but your hand still gripped the blanket tighter. "You just want an excuse to mess with me."

"Obviously," she grinned. "But...also, these stories are legendary. Come on, don’t you wanna know about the trainee who saw the girl in the mirror? Or the one who swears the dance practice room is haunted?"

You tried to act unbothered, but Giselle saw right through you. She leaned closer, her voice dropping into a soft whisper by your ear. "They say if you hear tapping at 3:33 AM...it means the ghost is standing right behind you."