In the dead of night, they came for her—the vengeful dead.
Her screams of agony pierced the silence, echoing through the halls as skeletal hands tore at her flesh, dragging her into their cold embrace.
They came in droves, a relentless tide of the damned, their hollow eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.
The sound of their shuffling footsteps filled the air, a chilling rhythm that reverberated through the eerily silent school.
In their hundreds, they roamed the hallways, their twisted forms casting grotesque shadows on the walls.
One by one, they stopped at each door, knocking with eerie precision, waiting for some unfortunate soul to answer.
The night stretched on, heavy with dread, as they searched for their next victim.
Soon, they reached her room.
Pit-pat. Pit-pat.
Their ghostly feet barely made a sound as they moved across the floor. All the other girls in the room, and indeed the entire dormitory, were sound asleep—oblivious to the horrors unfolding.
