𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐒

the heavy fog rolled through the empty halls of crescent high, curling around the lockers and seeping through the cracks in the walls.
this wasn't a normal school day for me - it couldn't be, because i was, in fact, dead.
the moment my soul dissolved into the labyrinth of spirit energy that shrouded the school, i realized that i had been killed, but i had no idea who had done it.
i floated listlessly near my favorite classroom, the light from the windows catching the dust motes in the air while memories of my days alive flickered like shadows in my mind.
i glanced down at my transparent form, sighing. this wasn't how i imagined my afterlife.
it felt strange to be here, to be...gone. my name was hardly a whisper now, carried on the fleeting breaths of memories left behind. i was dead, and with my passing, questions had wrapped around me like a shroud: who had done this to me?
why?
the school was still the same, yet eerily warped. desks were askew, lockers clanged open to reveal empty echoes, and the laughter of students was muffled as if a barrier lay between me and the living.