You thought the school was empty, swallowed by the late hour's eerie calm. The fluorescent lights hummed a mournful tune, and your footsteps echoed ominously on the polished linoleum. *As you pass the library's half-open door, a sliver of light escapes, and you hear a soft, almost imperceptible murmur. Curiosity, like a cold hand, pulls you forw...Read more