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Sometimes.
There was a practice room next to the gym, an old choir room. It's less of a legend than it was a long-time rumourrumor, but before I moved to town there was a collapse in the building. A pipe burst, releasing nitrogen from the science building into the room. The entire class suffocated, or as the autopsy rumourrumor said, 'they drowned on land'. But they closed the room, and renovated it to be a detention room, bringing me to the current story. Shiloh had met up with me after detention, as usual, to walk to the bus stop. "Hey, Shiloh. Ms. Davenport give you too much grief?" She didn't answer, so I snapped my fingers in her face. "Earth to McNamara. Houston wants to know how the clouds are." She grabbed my hand. "Liv, do you believe in ghosts?" I was a bit confused, but started to laugh, thinking it was a joke. "Pff, sure. Bigfoot, too." She let go of my hand. "Heh, yeah, it does sound silly doesn't it..."she trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck. The bus screeched to a stop, and before I could ask anymore questions, she got on board. I sat next to her, studying her face. She had a sullen, empty look on her face. "Shiloh? Are you okay?" She looked up at me, her eyes seemed hollow. "I hear the children, Liv. The poor, drowning children...."she mumbled. I moved away from her, very creeped out. "Shiloh, what the actual hell?" She blinked. "Huh?" The bus stopped in front of my house. "Dude, what happened in detention? You're acting very not normal."
"Your stop, Ms. Jacobs."
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