When the final sun ray touched the rooftop edge,
And darkness crept through the dusty windows,
The day’s rowdiness faded.
The clock’s slow ticking filled the air,
Then came the bell, a trembling chime,
Its ring was so frail, so frigid.
The bell shivered, its ring thin and cold,
Whispering untold stories.
A shadowed secret,
The students ran out, giggling,
Yet something lingered in the school’s dark glow.
The halls were quiet, the lockers holding their breath,
Holding a heavy mystery.
In the gym, the bleachers heaved a sigh,
As ghostly players drifted by.
A basketball thudded on the polished wood floor,
Echoing emptily, almost hollowly.
Bouncing in a rhythm.
The nets swayed gently with a numb, breathless breeze,
As emotionless, lifeless cheers made blood freeze.
The art room gleamed with a canvas so bright,
Holding a portrait from forgotten years.
The painted eyes followed as you walked on past,
A shadow cast where light was bled.
The brushes lay still, but the palettes drained of hues,
A faint, invisible stroke, quiet as falling snow.
In the library, a chilling breeze stirred,
Turning the pages of a book.
The heavy book slammed shut abruptly,
Breaking the quiet of the haunted night.
Caught in the shaft of eerie moonlight,
A ghostly librarian shushed from her chair,
Her finger held to her lips in the dust-filled, murky air.
The science lab with its bubbling green light,
Bathed in an emerald glow,
Held failed experiments on the lab benches.
The liquids reacted with a silent hiss.
The flasks floated in heavy air.
The skeletons rattled on their stands,
A quiet reminder of everything’s fragility.
