The Yearbook That Knew Me

I found a book in that abandoned school with my name written on every single page.

Over and over again. My handwriting. But I had never been there before. The air was thick

with dust and something else. Something rotting. My flashlight barely cut through the

darkness as I moved deeper into the building. Every classroom I passed was frozen

in time. Chairs scattered. Papers yellowing on the floor. Like everyone just

vanished mid lesson. Then I heard it. A whisper so faint I thought I imagined it.

Leave now. I spun around. Nothing. Just shadows dancing in the beam of my

light. But the whisper came again. Closer. Right behind my