**The streets were eerily quiet—the kind of silence that blanketed the town every night after ten. Only the occasional flicker of a streetlight or the distant hum of a car engine disturbed the stillness. It was the perfect setting for Jester, a clown with a crooked smile and eyes that gleamed with malevolence, to work his sinister magic.**
**Dressed in a garish, multicolored outfit, complete with...
**The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the desolate landscape. Five teenagers, their faces illuminated by the soft light of their flashlights, stood outside the rusting gates of the abandoned school. The building loomed before them, its windows shattered, its walls covered in graffiti, a silent sentinel of forgotten memories.**
**“I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” w...