It was a dark and stormy night when a group of teenagers, dared by their peers, decided to explore the abandoned Victorian boarding school on the outskirts of town. The school, once a prestigious institution for the wealthy, had been left to rot for years, its once-great halls now empty and decaying.
As the teens made their way inside, the creaking of the old wooden floorboards echoed throughout the empty halls. The air was thick with the musty scent of decay and neglect, and the shadows cast by the flickering lights seemed to take on a life of their own.
As they wandered deeper into the building, they began to hear strange noises. The sound of footsteps echoed down the halls, but when they turned to investigate, there was no one there. Doors opened and closed on their own, and the wind seemed to whisper in their ears.
As they climbed the stairs to the upper floors, they noticed a strange symbol etched on the wall. It was a twisted cross with strange markings that seemed to glow in the dim light. One of the teenagers, curious, touched the symbol and instantly felt a chill run down their spine.
Suddenly, a voice echoed through the halls, a voice that seemed to come from beyond the grave. The voice spoke in a strange language, its words incomprehensible to the teenagers. They felt a sudden terror grip their hearts, and they began to run, hoping to find a way out.
But the school seemed to have other plans for them. The doors they had passed through before were now locked tight, and the windows seemed to have been sealed shut. The halls had become a labyrinth, twisting and turning in impossible ways, and the sound of the voice grew louder with every passing moment.
As they ran, they began to see shadows moving in the corners of their eyes, shapes that were neither human nor animal. And then they saw it, a figure standing at the end of the hall, a figure that seemed to be made of darkness itself.
The teenagers tried to run, but their legs felt heavy as if they were wading through molasses. The figure began to move towards them, its steps slow and deliberate, and they knew they were trapped.
And then they woke up, shivering with terror, in their own beds. Had it been a dream, a nightmare? They weren't sure, but they knew they would never forget the abandoned Victorian boarding school and the horrors that lay within its walls.
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