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The Brooke Ridge School was an old prep high school, which had been closed down over a decade ago after some scandal involving teachers abusing the students. At least, that was what Google told me when I searched for it online. It was located outside of town, on a big estate still owned by the family of the school’s founders.
“I know that place,” Trina said. “During one of my rare outings, I remember hearing that place was haunted. There’s supposed to be other abandoned buildings around that area, and all of them are supposed to be haunted.”
“So abandoned buildings everywhere,” I muttered. “It’s like my life is supposed to be a horror movie.”
She laughed. “Well, your life is supposed to be exciting. Thrilling.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Being the heart maiden, you’re suppose
