His bike was parked in front of the old school gates. It looked all rusted and broken like it'd been there for decades when she'd seen him riding it just that morning. It made her wonder how much time had really passed by in the tunnel and if the world would be the same on the other side - if she managed to find him and return in one piece.
They were supposed to meet outside the old school to go ghost hunting, hopefully coming back with certain proof of life after death and becoming rich in the process but something about the tunnel and the sudden dead battery in her phone, camera and spare batteries made her doubt it all. Seeing his bike all rusted and busted like it had been hit by a truck only made the doubt in the back of her mind turn to nauseous panic.
Hope flittered briefly across the windows - a shadow casually walking in a way she'd only ever seen him walk. She sealed her fate and hopped the gate, running towards the half-broken front door whisper-yelling his name as the tunnel slowly faded into the undergrowth til the old schoolhouse was back to its usual state of utter isolation.
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