They ran.
Felix led, flashlight shaking wildly as he sprinted through the corridor. Lockers lined the walls like tombstones.
"Out. We're getting out," he said. "I'm done."
But the hallways had changed. Turn after turn, they found themselves looping back to the same door — the classroom. The graffiti on the wall repeated itself like a chant: TRUTH OR DARE — NEVER ENDS.
Alex slammed her fist against a locker. "This isn't possible!"
Anne pressed her hands over her ears. "He's here," she whispered. "He's been here all along."
Natalie turned. "Who, Anne?"
Anne's eyes flicked toward the darkness.
"Liam."
The name hung in the air like a curse. Liam — the boy who'd died that night. The fifth member of their circle.
Felix swallowed hard. "He's dead, Anne."
A metallic clang echoed behind them. The flashlight beam caught movement — a figure at the end of the hall, face obscured, clothes soaked.
"Then why is he standing right there?" Anne breathed.
The figure didn't move. Didn't speak. But its voice whispered inside their heads.
"Your turn."