It was our vacation and school was off. I needed some make up requirements from our Professor and had to go to school. Because it was vacation, everything was silent and nobody was seen on our campus except for a few workers. I inquired in the office and was told my Professor would come only next week.
I just thought why not have a peep of my classrooms and library and see if I can find any teacher or someone to talk with. As my classroom was on the 2nd floor, I took the stairs. There was not a soul there, not even a guard. The corridor was poorly lit even in the daytime, but not scary that I walked through it.
I passed through a room which was used to store old copywriters and books. I didn't find it unusual until I reached the other side of the corridor. A room had a light on and the
