Night School Anatomy Lesson.mp4 -

Professor Vane, a man whose skin looked like parchment stretched too thin over a bird’s skeleton, stood at the front. He didn't use PowerPoints. He used a file titled .

"Don't worry," the Professor whispered into his ear. "By the 10:00 PM bell, you'll be the most popular study aid in the department." Night School Anatomy Lesson.mp4

The classroom lights flickered and died. In the sudden pitch black, the hum of the projector intensified, becoming a roar. When the backup red emergency lights kicked in, the desks were empty. Sarah was gone. The other students were gone. Professor Vane, a man whose skin looked like

The fluorescent lights of Room 302 hummed with a low-frequency dread that didn't exist during the day. In the back row, Elias rubbed his eyes, his coffee cold and tasting like copper. This was "Human Anatomy & Physiology II," a required credit for his nursing degree, taught every Tuesday from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM. "Don't worry," the Professor whispered into his ear

"The lesson hasn't finished, Mr. Thorne," Vane said, his shadow stretching long and jagged across the chalkboard. "We’ve only just reached the part where we discuss the soul's exit point."

"Tonight," Vane whispered, his voice like dry leaves, "we study the mechanics of the involuntary response." He clicked play.

Elias backed toward the door, but the handle was cold—no, not cold, missing . Where the door should have been was only a smooth, seamless wall of bone-white drywall.