Story - 1:

No one knows when it started. But the school became different at night. It was as if the darkness corrupted it. The building became twisted, the classrooms became mazes. And the grounds became a forest. A forest full of monsters.

The students and teachers stopped coming at night. They stopped coming period. The school was left to the creatures of the night. The school became a hunting ground. A place for the creatures to play. 

One night, a group of students snuck into the school. They were looking for a thrill. They wanted to see the ghosts. They wanted to see the witches. They wanted to see the monsters.

 What they found was something they never expected. The school wasnt just haunted. It was alive. The darkness was alive. It was a creature itself. And it was hunting them. 

The students ran in all directions. They were lost in the darkness. The darkness was alive. And it was hunting them.

 They could hear it laughing. They could feel its breath on their necks. They could feel its claws tearing at their flesh.

 And then, one by one, they were all caught. The darkness consumed them. It devoured them. It killed them. 

And the school became quiet again. The darkness returned to its slumber. Until the next group of students came looking for a thrill.

Story - 2:

It was a dark, moonless night. Enough light shone from the school windows to show that the building was deserted. But there was something about the place that made it seem alive. 

As if in response to my thoughts, a light suddenly appeared in one of the windows. It was faint at first, but it grew stronger and stronger until it was as bright as day. 

Then I saw them. The ghosts of the children who had died in the fire. They were floating in the air, their faces contorted in agony.

 They saw me, too. And they started to come towards me. I tried to run, but my feet were like lead. I tried to scream, but no sound would come out.

 They were upon me now. Their cold hands reaching for my throat. I could feel their breath on my face, smell the stench of death. 

I knew I was going to die. And then I woke up. 

It was just a dream. But it felt so real. I could still see the ghosts, hear their screams. 

I got out of bed and went to the window. I looked out at the school building. It was just a building. But somehow, I knew that the ghosts were real. And that they were still there, waiting for me.