The Entity:- Northwood High
There’s a certain kind of quiet that settles over old buildings, especially places that have seen generations of laughter, learning, and maybe, just maybe, a few lingering echoes. Think about your own school days – the familiar scent of old books, the creak of the floorboards, the way shadows danced in the corners of empty classrooms after everyone has gone home. Now, imagine a school where those shadows are slightly more vivid, where the silence isn’t quite empty. Stories have been shared, passed down like hushed secrets, about a particular school, a place steeped in history, where some believe that the past isn’t entirely gone. It’s not about fear, but about the persistent feeling that some energies, some moments, leave an imprint. People have spoken of fleeting glimpses, of sounds that can’t be explained by the wind or the settling of the building. A faint melody from an instrument long put away, whispers of names in empty corridors, or the feeling of presences just out of sigh...