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This happened to me when I was 16 years old. My friend and I really liked to walk through abandoned buildings. Maybe some people know what adrenaline is.

And then we heard that there is an abandoned school and there are various rumors about it, saying that at night the doors to the school open and the teacher and students walk around the school. Of course, we did not believe this and decided to go to this school. In the morning this cannot be done, all the doors are closed and we decided to come at night when they say the school is open.

At night, my friend and I came to the school and to our surprise the school was really open. Well, we blamed everything on drunks homeless people. As we passed through the threshold of the school, the door slammed shut with a loud bang. We tried to open the doors, but she stood stock still. My friend said, "I don't think I'll have to play by their rules." He looked at me, and I looked at him, and we laughed out loud, because we didn’t believe in this afterlife nonsense, but they hammered on the door.

At first everything was quiet, but after that we began to see children and adults, but they quickly disappeared. We went to the 3rd floor of the school and started walking around the classrooms. There was nothing in the 1st room, nothing in the 2nd room, but in the 3rd room we almost put on full pants. In this office, severed children's and adult heads hung above the ceiling, but when we blinked, there was nothing. And suddenly the classroom door slams shut, just like the front door of the school.

I heard a creak and turned towards the board. What I saw shocked me to such an extent that I could not move and say anything. The piece of chalk itself literally flew near the blackboard and drew these words: GET OUT OF THIS PLACE.

And at the same time, I heard a heartbreaking scream on the 2nd floor of the school. My friend, panicking and headlong, rushed to break the windows, but nothing came of it. It was as if an unknown force pushed him with such force that he flew over the entire class and crashed into the wall. I wanted to run away, but I couldn't move a millimeter. Turning my head back, I saw a stake hanging in the air, which was already flying at me, but I managed to sit down abruptly.

With great difficulty, I managed to free myself from an unknown force. Thank God my friend was alive, we got up, broke down the door and ran out of the classroom, but there were many dead students and teachers in the hall. They looked at us with malice. But we were not up to them. We started to run to the exit with furious force, but before that, my friend and I were hit on the head and then I didn’t remember anything.

I woke up on the street near the school, but I did not understand what had happened and where my friend was. Fortunately, he lay next to me. We got up and walked home with quick steps and did not tell anyone about this story.

A year has passed, my friend died after this incident a couple of months later. And when I got home from the funeral, it was written in blood on the wall of my mansion: YOU ARE NEXT.

This happened to me when I was 16 years old. My friend and I really liked to walk through abandoned buildings. Maybe some know what adrenaline is.

And then we heard that there is an abandoned school and there are various rumors about it, saying that at night the doors to the school open and the teacher and students walk around the school. Of course, we did not believe this and decided to go to this school. In the morning this cannot be done, all the doors are closed and we decided to come at night when they say the school is open.

At night, my friend and I came to the school and to our surprise the school was really open. Well, we blamed everything on drunks homeless people. As we passed through the threshold of the school, the door slammed shut with a loud bang. We tried to open the doors, but she stood rooted to the spot. My friend said:
Looks like you have to play by their rules. He looked at me and I looked at him and we laughed out loud because we didn’t believe in this afterlife nonsense, but they hammered on the door.
At first everything was quiet, but after that we began to see children and adults, but they quickly disappeared. We went to the 3rd floor of the school and started walking around the classrooms. There was nothing in the 1st room, nothing in the 2nd room, but in the 3rd room we almost put on full pants. In this office, severed children's and adult heads hung above the ceiling, but when we blinked, there was nothing. And suddenly the classroom door slams shut just like the front door of the school.

I heard a creak and turned towards the board. What I saw shocked me to such an extent that I could not move and say anything. The piece of chalk itself literally flew near the blackboard and drew the following words: GET OUT OF THIS PLACE.

And at the same time, I heard a heartbreaking scream on the 2nd floor of the school. My friend panicked and rushed headlong to break windows, but nothing came of it. It was as if an unknown force pushed him with such force that he flew over the entire class and crashed into the wall. I wanted to run away, but I couldn't move a millimeter. Turning my head back, I saw a stake hanging in the air that was already flying at me, but I abruptly managed to sit down.

With great difficulty, I managed to free myself from an unknown force. Thank God my friend was alive, we got up, broke down the door and ran out of the classroom, but there were many dead students and teachers in the hall. They looked at us with malice. But we were not up to them. We started to run to the exit with frantic force, but before I could, my friend and I were hit on the head, and then I didn’t remember anything.
I woke up on the street near the school, but I did not understand what had happened and where my friend was. Luckily he was next to me. We got up and walked home with quick steps and did not tell anyone about this story.

A year has passed, my friend died after this incident a couple of months later. And when I got home from the funeral, it was written in blood on the wall of my mansion: YOU ARE NEXT.

This happened to me when I was 16 years old. My friend and I really liked to walk through abandoned buildings. Maybe some people know what adrenaline is.

And then we heard that there is an abandoned school and there are various rumors about it, saying that at night the doors to the school open and the teacher and students walk around the school. Of course, we did not believe this and decided to go to this school. In the morning this cannot be done, all the doors are closed and we decided to come at night when they say the school is open.

At night, my friend and I came to the school and to our surprise the school was really open. Well, we blamed everything on drunks homeless people. As we passed through the threshold of the school, the door slammed shut with a loud bang. We tried to open the doors, but she stood stock still. My friend said, "I don't think I'll have to play by their rules." He looked at me, and I looked at him, and we laughed out loud, because we didn’t believe in this afterlife nonsense, but they hammered on the door.

At first everything was quiet, but after that we began to see children and adults, but they quickly disappeared. We went to the 3rd floor of the school and started walking around the classrooms. There was nothing in the 1st room, nothing in the 2nd room, but in the 3rd room we almost put on full pants. In this office, severed children's and adult heads hung above the ceiling, but when we blinked, there was nothing. And suddenly the classroom door slams shut, just like the front door of the school.

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I heard a creak and turned towards the board. What I saw shocked me to such an extent that I could not move and say anything. The piece of chalk itself literally flew near the blackboard and drew the following words: GET OUT OF THIS PLACE.

And at the same time, I heard a heartbreaking scream on the 2nd floor of the school. My friend, panicking and headlong, rushed to break the windows, but nothing came of it. It was as if an unknown force pushed him with such force that he flew over the entire class and crashed into the wall. I wanted to run away, but I couldn't move a millimeter. Turning my head back, I saw a stake hanging in the air, which was already flying at me, but I managed to sit down abruptly.

With great difficulty, I managed to free myself from an unknown force. Thank God my friend was alive, we got up, broke down the door and ran out of the classroom, but there were many dead students and teachers in the hall. They looked at us with malice. But we were not up to them. We started to run to the exit with furious force, but before that, my friend and I were hit on the head and then I didn’t remember anything.

I woke up on the street near the school, but I did not understand what had happened and where my friend was. Fortunately, he lay next to me. We got up and walked home with quick steps and did not tell anyone about this story.

A year has passed, my friend died after this incident a couple of months later. And when I got home from the funeral, it was written in blood on the wall of my mansion: YOU ARE NEXT.