As soon as I entered the deserted chemistry room, I could feel the thick tension floating in the air. The smell of sulphur and old linoleum reminded me of the exam I was to write here in a week's time. Pale light was pouring in through the dirty window, leaving golden stains on the acid-spotted tables. I didn't come here alone, however. Beside me stood Lena, whose red hair glowed like a distress signal, Olek - always with his nose in his phone, and Natasha, seemingly absent but surprisingly attentive. We all had a reason to turn up in this room after lessons. But none of us expected what would happen. It started with a rustle. Perhaps it was a rat - someone else would have thought. But there was no place for ordinary rats here. A quiet little voice sounded from under the sink: - Hey, guys, watch where you put your shoes, you smell of chlorine! Olek dropped his phone. Lena turned pale. I went closest, trying to locate the source of the sound. At the edge of the table I spotted a glass, still dirty from the experience. - Who said that? - I asked, feeling shivers run down my spine. - It was me, the glass. Finally someone noticed me. For three years no one paid attention to me, and now.... I see you like secrets. Lena held out her hand, but Glass stepped back, bouncing on the edge of the table. - 'Don't come any closer! We're in danger, all of us! If you want to find out why the objects are talking, you must find the Cork Table before sunset. She knows the truth. We heard a crack in the corridor. Someone was close by. Was it the caretaker? Or was it... something else? Our hearts were pounding like hammers when Lena whispered: - Do we decide to move on? At that moment, the door to the hall began to open slowly - creaking ominously....