She sat in the hallway of her empty school, drinking a cherry coke and drawing. It was nights like these she was glad she never slept. She got up, depositing her notebook into her bag, preparing to go back home, and accidentally kicked over her coke. She bent down to pick it up, but stopped midway. The soda had made a pattern. It curved around her, and when it finally ceased, she noticed it was a pentagram, right where she had been sitting. There were symbols on the outside, and strange writing on the inside. She moved closer to try and read it, and fell: right into the center of the pentagram.
Usually when one falls into concrete, they do not go through.
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