The box contained a small, and a USB drive . Maya plugged the USB into her phone. The recorder crackled to life, playing a voice that was unmistakably Ethan’s, recorded in a panic.
The coordinates didn’t point to Oak Ridge High—they were somewhere in the hills outside town, near the abandoned , the place locals said was haunted. Maya’s mind whirled. Why would a video filmed in the east wing have a location tag for a farm miles away?
“Okay, that was weird,” he said, trying to sound casual. “Let’s get out of here before—” The clip cut abruptly, the screen going black, the phone buzzing with a low‑frequency hum.
Maya stared at the screen, the words echoing in the empty barn. A doorway? A guardian? It sounded insane, yet the grainy footage of the shadow had seemed too real to dismiss.
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