The Haunted School

You glance over to your left. Two teachers will spend the night in the school with you. One, a tall, gaunt man with long dark hair and a goatee is holding a clipboard and checking off names. He sees you look at him, and says in a friendly voice, "Hello? Which one are you?" Before you can answer, his partner, a slim, athletic blonde woman dressed in cargo pants and hiking boots, as if she were going on a hike, looks up from the backpack she had been fiddling with, leans over to the bearded man, and whispers something in his ear. Startled, he turns sharply to look at her and then back at me. His eyes narrow slightly, calculating something, all friendliness gone. "Excuse me for a moment," he says. "Please wait with the others while we set everything up."