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It was Eric’s first day of band class after school and he was very nervous. There was a flyer he got ahold of the day prior, the thought alone made him beyond stoked to give it a try, making him the first to sign up in his class. Having road there himself, he would chain his bike up and walk inside, the air feeling... colder than normal. The halls were darker than his memory would serve him, and no staff were around for as far as his eyes could see, to say it was creepy was an understatement. Shuffling through empty halls that were almost always crowded, he finally reached his classroom, though the door was closed and seemed to have been locked. Peering around into the room from where his teacher was supposed to be, there was just blackness, though his curiosity was cut short but the thud of a stack of paper hitting the floor. Jumping from the sound, he noticed that it had been the flyers of his class, and looking up at the ceiling to see what had made such things fall, he was met with the rotted, eyeless face of an elongated, gangly creature staring back at him.
“You’re late” it croaked.
Eric would get out of there, screaming bloody murder, all the while chased by not just the creature which would soon disappear into one of the storage closets, but by officers who would stop to question the boy of his business being there, their voices stern and harsh. In a panicked state, Eric had explained everything, only for him to be escorted home, his story unbelieved. He was told there was no band practice that day.

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It was Eric’s first day of band class after school and he was very nervous. There was a flyer he got ahold of the day prior, the thought alone made him beyond stoked to give it a try, making him the first to sign up in his class. Having road there himself, he would chain his bike up and walk inside, the air feeling... colder than normal. The halls were darker than his memory would serve him, and no staff were around for as far as his eyes could see, to say it was creepy was an understatement. Shuffling through empty halls that were almost always crowded, he finally reached his classroom, though the door was closed and seemed to have been locked. Peering around into the room from where his teacher was supposed to be, there was just blackness, though his curiosity was cut short but the thud of a stack of paper hitting the floor. Jumping from the sound, he noticed that it had been the flyers of his class, and looking up at the ceiling to see what had made such things fall, he was met with the rotted, eyeless face of an elongated, gangly creature staring back at him.
“You’re late” it croaked.
Eric would get out of there, screaming bloody murder, all the while chased by not just the creature which would soon disappear into one of the storage closets, but by officers who would stop to question the boy of his business being there, their voices stern and harsh. In a panicked state, Eric had explained everything, only for him to be escorted home, his story unbelieved. He was told there was no band practice that day.