Aria

You’re both seniors in high school. You talked for one semester in junior year when you say next to each other, since then, almost no conversation. You wake up in a cold sweat. You’re in your school. But something is off. The halls are dingy, the air is so humid it feels thick, and you feel something watching you. Everything is trashed. You slowly stand up, leaving the classroom you awoke in. You check your watch. 12:00am. (0:00 for my non-American folks). And then, after a very eerie six hours, you jump out of bed to your alarm. Was it a dream? It felt so real. Nothing happens for the rest of the day. Next night, the same happens. Except this time, you see a familiar face in one of the hallways. Time:1:13AM. Equipment: None.