The Haunted School

You take a few hesitant steps down the long corridor. The shuffling, sliding sound that you (thought) heard stops. Was it ever there in the first place you wonder? Walking on, you pass the first set of classroom doors. The door on the right is open, the room dark and silent. The door on the left is closed.Turning your head to glance through the small rectangle of glass set in the upper half of the right side of the door, your heart skips a beat, because staring out at you is a face, darkened, distorted, and...you notice with relief, nothing more than your own reflection. Walking further, your heart hammering wildly in your chest, you pass another set of doors, both closed, and then another, both open. At the end of the hall, no more than thirty feet away now, are the last set of doors. You pause, debating what to do next, fighting irrational fear of the dark or the unknown, when the light in room at the end of the hall goes out. Behind you, coming from one of the classrooms that you already passed, you hear soft peals of tinkling laughter.