Sarah was the last student to leave study hall. When she exited the room, all the lights were off and many of the gates had been locked to the upper and lower floors. An icy finger slowly crept up her back as she replayed, in her mind, the many horror films she'd seen on weekends. She ran back to the classroom to find comfort in her teacher, except he wasn't there. Panic hit and Sarah froze, not thinking coherently and wondering if the approaching squealing sound was real or her imagination. She took solace in the thought of the nearest exit door and made a sprint. Locker doors were slamming shut, and wet sloshing sounds were echoing in all the halls. As Sarah turned the final corner of this horror story, she ran straight into the thing she hoped did not exist. She screamed as she fell, fearing for her life, not wanting to stare into the eyes of the demon...only to see it was the janitor.
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