Every year, the 10th graders at Frank's high school take a field trip to the Waverly Hill Sanatorium.

Ever since his older brother came back the year before, Frank's been anxiously awaiting his class's field trip to Waverly Hills.

The teachers stressed the educational value of the tour,

how it's important to learn their local history.

But all the students care about is that the hill is haunted.

Frank is no exception.

His older brother piled him and their younger sister with tales of long, spooky hallways,

creaking doors, and teenagers jumping out from around the corners, trying to scare each other.

Frank's older brother insists he saw movement on the fifth floor,

even though the guide said no one was up there.

Their younger sister thinks there's no such thing as ghosts.

But Frank can't wait to find out for himself.

The bus arrives and Frank and his classmates gather around the tour guide,

who's giving them a safety briefing.

Frank mostly tunes them out,

opting instead to stare up at the looming structure in front of him. He does catch one phrase, though.

Stay with the group. They enter the first floor, and the guide begins telling the students about the purpose of the sanatorium. Again, Frank lets his attention wander, his eyes roaming over the graffiti on the white plaster,

and the rusty, exposed pipes creeping up on the walls along the ceiling.

A sudden gust of cold wind pulls Frank's attention to an open window. He expects to see some

kind of apparition darting between the shadows in the corridor. Instead, he sees something

even stranger. A steady snowfall. It's early October. too early for snow.

Frank dashes to the window and leans out.

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