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From the shadows of the supply closet, a figure emerged. It wore a tattered, Victorian-era lab coat stained with centuries-old bile. Where a face should have been, there was only a surgical mask fused to rotting skin, and eyes that glowed with the frantic light of a man who had never finished his work.

The wind howled through the shattered windows of Blackmore University, but inside the anatomy lab, the air was deathly still. Professor Elias Thorne didn’t believe in the campus legend of Doctor Alistair Blackmore—the founding dean who supposedly performed "extracurricular" experiments on students until he was entombed alive behind the very walls he built. Haunted Halls: Revenge of Doctor Blackmore Coll...

"Class is in session," a voice rasped, sounding like dry leaves skittering on pavement. From the shadows of the supply closet, a figure emerged

Blackmore didn’t want blood; he wanted a replacement. He raised a rusted bone saw, the metal humming with a ghostly energy. Thorne turned to run, but the floorboards surged upward like ribs, trapping his ankles. The walls began to bleed a thick, black ink that formed the names of every student who had gone missing from the university since 1892. The wind howled through the shattered windows of

Suddenly, the heavy iron doors slammed shut. The flickering fluorescent lights died, replaced by a rhythmic, wet dragging sound coming from the ventilation ducts. Scrape. Squelch. Scrape. "Who’s there?" Thorne shouted, his voice cracking.

As Blackmore leaned over him, the last thing Thorne saw was the doctor pulling a fresh needle and silver thread from his pocket. "You have such a fine constitution, Professor," Blackmore whispered. "You'll make a wonderful Dean."