00:00The old Northwood High stood silhouetted against a bruised, moonless sky,
00:04its broken windows like vacant eyes staring into the darkness.
00:09A monument to forgotten memories and whispered legends,
00:12flashlight beams danced nervously across peeling paint and overturned desks
00:16as Leo and his friends crept down the main corridor.
00:20Every creak of the floorboards, every gust of wind whistling through the shattered panes,
00:25sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through them.
00:29The air was thick with the smell of dust and decay,
00:32a heavy blanket over whatever secrets the school held.
00:35They found themselves in what was once the chemistry lab, the silence suddenly deafening.
00:41Then they heard it, a faint, rhythmic thump from somewhere deep within the building.
00:46Step to drag. Step dot drag!
00:49They froze, their own breathing loud in the stillness,
00:52straining to pinpoint the source of the sound.
00:54Leo pointed his flashlight down the long, empty hallway,
00:58its beam cutting a sharp, lonely path through the gloom.
01:02There was nothing there. The footsteps had ceased.
01:05But the feeling of being watched, of a cold presence just out of sight,
01:09clung to them, tightening its grip in the oppressive silence.
01:13They were alone, but they were not the only ones there.
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