They should have known that the old building was hiding a great secret. It started with the phantom screams. They heard it in the biology lab, in the high school that they were allowed access to during the day, but were restricted from at night. That; however, did not stop their investigation. Something had been looming from the shadows of Room 341. Winston felt it first, followed by Ashley and Big Jim. They ran into each other on this fittingly stormy night, in the leaky and decrepit hallway outside of the haunted room. Winston first admitted the reasoning behind his suspicions. He had seen the slow turn of the faucet handle that very day during Miss Jones’ lecture. While that could have shocked anyone, a worse image came to this strange development. In the sink, the droplets fell in a pattern that lacked a logical order. Instead, they chose to form a deranged sort of smile. The face was clear, the eyes and lips smiling too broadly for human capacity. Then the drops came in a steady fury, rippling down the face where cheeks would be. Yet, it kept its smile, malicious even through the tears, until it all dispersed in a flash. Winston did not have a chance in his mesmerized horror to show anyone what he had witnessed, but Ashley had been secretly watching from the sidelines. That is when she adjusted her glasses and posture, as well as her determination to discover the logic behind the supernatural. Big Jim had snuck in on a whim. Partly with a desire to cause chaos, he broke into the school with the intention of reaping revenge on his bullies. Little did he know, the genius jerks had rigged their desks with anti-theft devices. An explosion of gas had him running out of the biology door, causing a harsh collision with a snooping Ashley. Winston had meandered in shortly after. That’s when the screaming began. It started in the classroom, bleeding from the concrete blocks. They ran in together, watching as first the chipping paint crumbled off the walls in masses, followed by chunks of concrete shedding and crashing on the floor like slate. The bodies came out after. They had been piled up to the ceiling. It started with fully de-fleshed remains, rising until the bodies on top were still mostly lifelike in appearance. Then the wall tumbled, the bodies falling so close to the living group that they, too, were devoured by the weight. The night janitor, who had discovered the incident on his way to the trash bins, pulled his black hair into a bun and sighed at the mess. He cleaned it, restructuring the wall until the screams could be silenced once again.