I cursed Kevin for what he did to me, locking me in this old storeroom. As far as I knew, this place was no longer used to store the sport kits or handcrafts the students created. The ambiance emitted a mystical and eerie aura. The spider web decorated the wall and the door. On the other side, the broken chairs and tables which spread around the room successfully turned this place overwhelmed.

I loathed darkness. It was hard for me to breathe in the dark. I could not help but screaming for help, hoping the miracle happened. Someone would found me here.

In despair of kneeling and drumming the door,...