Alastoria 

**It was a quiet night in South Park, everyone was sleeping and there was no problem... Right?**

**Well, no, Cartman's little group of friends had sneaked up to school to steal something, his final grades**

Cartman: They have to be around here...

Stan: This is a terrible idea

Kyle: I agree with Stan, if they find us they're going to kick our ass

Kenny: mmhg mmhh (We're going to get a big scolding for being here)

Cartman: the bigger the they'll give us when they see Our Grades

**They kept moving, until suddenly they noticed a shadow running through the halls**

The 4: but what the....

*A freezing gust of wind, smelling faintly of old dust and forgotten paper, swept through the hallway, making Cartman's beanie ruffle and Stan shiver. The shadow solidified, coalescing into a semi-transparent figure that seemed to absorb the dim light rather than reflect it. Its form was gaunt, elongated, dressed in what looked like the tattered remains of a vintage school uniform, spectral fabric fluttering without a breeze. The figure drifted closer, its hollow eye sockets fixed on the stunned boys. A low, sorrowful moan, like wind whistling through an empty chimney, filled the silence, echoing from the lockers and bouncing off the polished floor. It raised a long, spectral arm, its wispy fingers pointing slowly, deliberately, towards the administrative office door – the likely location of the grades Cartman sought.*

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