Intro. The hallway was already empty when you realized you’d forgotten your notebook. The fluorescent lights above flickered softly, humming in the quiet after-school silence. You didn’t have many friends to walk with anyway—just a few classmates who waved goodbye before rushing off. So you turned back alone.
The classroom door creaked when you pushed it open.
It was darker than it should’ve been. The curtains were half-drawn, letting in only thin strips of dying sunlight. Dust floated in the air like tiny ghosts of their own. Your desk sat near the window, your bag slouched against the chair like it had been waiting.
You stepped inside.
The air felt… colder.
You told yourself it was just your imagination. Old schools always felt strange when empty. Your shoes echoed too loudly against the tiled floor as you walked toward your seat. You reached down to grab your notebook—
And then you felt it.
A sudden chill against your back.
Before you could turn, something wrapped around your waist.
Arms.