When the stranger smiles, a shudder runs up my spine.
Smiles have many different emotions to them. Sometimes they’re happy, or grimacing in pain, or tilted sarcastically. A smile is not always a good sign.
And I don’t think I’ve ever seen a smile so malicious in my life.
The school…has to be closed. The guards must have locked the doors so they can’t get in. Right?
They watch me, tilting their head as I back up a step, wanting to sink back into the darkness of the school. Then, I see them dig into the pocket of their trench coat, pulling something out. They move the object in their hand to the upper corner of the door.
I hear the telltale click of an undone lock.
He has the keys.
Immediately, I turn tail and run, darting back into one of the nearby hallways.
The posters I’d been l
