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All of a sudden the lamps in the classroom started blinking and a few moments later went off. Finally the room got dark and cold. Ann and Hazel were standing in front of the classroom, next to the board. The girls could only feel the floor under their feet, which started moving and creaking strangely, and the books falling off the shelves heavily.
“Ann, what is going on?!” asked Hazel in a voice full with horror grabbing her friend’s hand unconsciously and squeezing it tightly in her palm.
“I don't know. I think, it’s the ghosts,” replied Ann whisperingly.
The girls, as if struck by the voice of reason, unanimously decided to hide somewhere. There wasn’t a better place than the old wooden cupboard in the back of the classroom.