The school had a completely different atmosphere in the afternoon than during lessons. The building, which was bustling in the morning, now seemed empty like a museum closed for renovation. Victoria strolled through the corridors stealthily, quietly, so as not to bring the attention of the caretaker. She knew she shouldn't be here - most of the students had long since left - but her thoughts wouldn't let her leave. She had to stay. She had to check it out. Strange rumours had been circulating around the school for several weeks. Someone had heard crying coming from under the stairs, another had seen a flickering light in a locked biology classroom. Victoria didn't believe in ghosts, but every time she walked past that classroom, she felt something strange - a cold shiver down her spine, her heart racing, an irrational fear. Today she decided to investigate. Her hands trembled as she reached the end of the empty corridor. All around her was the smell of old textbooks and chalk. As she set foot on the first step of the stairs leading to the first floor, she heard the slight echo of her own footsteps and something else. A soft, quiet laughter, as if someone was hiding just around the corner. She stopped suddenly, tightening her fingers on the strap of her rucksack. Her heart was pounding like mad. She felt like going back immediately, but curiosity was stronger than fear. She focused on the sound. The laughter grew, then dissolved into a drawn-out whisper. "Don't be afraid..." - seemed to be coming from the old cloakroom opposite. The door was only slightly ajar, a faint glow emanating from inside. Was it a prank by one of the students? Or is the school really hiding something more than it seems at first glance? Victoria pushed open the cloakroom door, feeling the chill seep through her skin. She stopped on the threshold, holding her breath, ready for whatever was about to happen....