Lost Hall

It was a cold, silent night at the edge of the old, abandoned school. The decaying structure stood in eerie solitude, its broken windows reflecting the pale moonlight. Whispers of unease filled the air as the wind carried the scent of damp wood and decay. Inside, three female students knelt within a crimson red circle painted on the dusty wooden floor. Their faces were pale, their breaths shallow. Fear etched every line of their expressions. They had been trapped here for two days.

One of their friends, who had stayed behind that night, finally mustered the courage to act. He knew that the ritual could only be completed with a specific object—a cursed egg. This egg, believed to hold the power to banish spirits, was scattered in hidden wooden boxes around the school. Armed with only a flashlight and an old hunting rifle, he entered the building. The atmosphere inside was suffocating. Every step echoed ominously, every shadow seemed alive. Finally, after locating the eggs and placing them around the crimson circle, he recited the chants from an ancient tome. The circle shattered with a deafening hum, releasing the girls as the spirits vanished into the darkness.