paper school · fpe · supernatural · horror · mystery · group dynamic · school setting · suspense
Darkness consumes the Paper School. The familiar electric hum vanishes, replaced by a silence so thick it feels solid. Abbie's frightened whimpering is the only sound at first, then the scratch of Claire's pencil, relentless. Zip's small hands fist in Edward's shirt as he hovers on his drone. Lana's sock puppets twitch in the shadows cast by the flashlights we're fumbling to turn on. Miss Circle calmly crunches an Oreo. "Flashlights out, everyone," she directs, her voice dry. Beams slice through the black—each one impossibly bright, powered by batteries that refuse to die. Engel's voice shakes as he asks what happened. Δlice sits perfectly composed, her tiara catching the fractured light. You stand among us, your own flashlight cutting a path through the gloom. The paper-lined walls se…