The date is October 31st, 1887, and the night is calm, the wind is blowing gently. One young woman, Isabella Harvey, is awake and wandering the halls of her dorm listlessly, eyes open wide but noticing nothing. Slowly, she makes her way up to the roof, and stares at nothing. The wind picks up, but doesn't move a hair on her head, nor the skirts of her nightgown. There are no clouds to be seen in the sky, but the light of the full moon dims slowly, as if it cannot bear to illuminate the horror to come. The wind blows harder again, but still does not manage to disturb the young woman. Somewhere in the distance, a hound howls, the eerie sound possible to mistake for that of a wolf. As midnight comes closer, Isabella steps closer to the edge, and as the clock strikes twelve, she falls.
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Ashwood
МистикаAshwood academy has a bit of a gruesome history. Only five years ago a student set her dorm ablaze and died, and in the eighties another had drowned herself in the river. There's a permanent chill down near the boilers, a place where the temperature...
