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I always loved taking long walks at night, it was a time when the world seemed to slow down and become still. There was something peaceful about it, like the world was taking a break from its endless hustle and bustle.

But one night, my peaceful walk took a mysterious turn. I found myself in a part of the city I had never been to before, surrounded by towering buildings that seemed to scrape the sky. As I walked down a dark, narrow street, I caught sight of a huge, impressive building up ahead. The building was lit up from top to bottom. As I got closer, I realized that the building was a school. It was unlike any school I had ever seen before, with its ornate architecture and imposing presence. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about it, something mysterious and unsettling. I approached the entrance cautiously, expecting the doors to be locked. But to my surprise, they opened for me, inviting me in. As I stepped inside, I was greeted by the warm glow of the school’s interior. The halls were empty, but I could hear faint whispers and footsteps echoing in the distance. I began to explore, wandering through the maze of corridors and classrooms. But the more I saw, the more my curiosity grew. There were strange symbols etched into the walls, and bizarre objects littered the classrooms. It wasn’t until I stumbled upon a room that I realized the true nature of the school. The room was dimly lit, and at the center of it sat a group of people, huddled around a flickering candle. They turned to look at me as I entered, and I could see the fear in their dark eyes. It was then that I realized that this was no ordinary school – it was a place of dark magic and sinister rituals. I tried to run, but the door shut behind me. The group closed in on me, chanting in a language I don’t speak.

I thought it was the end for me, but just as they were about to strike, the lights in the school flickered and went out. In the darkness, I heard screams and cries, and when the lights came back on, the group had vanished. I stumbled out of the school, shaken and terrified. The street was still dark, but it felt brighter in my inner world. I knew that I had narrowly escaped a fate worse than death, and that was the last night I walked alone.

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