The door was open.
I stared at it.
Every sensible part of me said to walk away.
Unfortunately, curiosity had never been one of my sensible parts.
I stepped inside.
The hallway was darker than usual.
Dust floated through the thin light coming from the windows.
I took another step.
Nothing happened.
No voice.
No footsteps.
No strange feeling.
Just silence.
I let out a breath.
Maybe I had imagined everything.
Then I noticed the floor.
Footprints.
Fresh ones.
Someone had walked through here recently.
I followed them.
They led past the old classrooms and stopped in front of a wooden door.
I tried the handle.
Locked.
Of course.
I looked around.
Nothing.
Then I noticed something beneath the door.
A thin strip of paper.
I crouched and pulled it toward me.
There was one
