The world feels very loud today. I had to sit in the supply closet behind the home economics room again. The sounds of the hallway... everyone talking, laughing, running... it feels like a physical pressure sometimes.

But... it's quiet in the closet. And the shadows there are soft. I think maybe I saw one move on its own. It was just a little shift, like a breath. I waited for an hour to see if it would happen again. It didn't. But the waiting was... peaceful.

Sometimes, I wonder if the quiet places are where the veil is thinnest. Not in dramatic haunted houses, but in the forgotten corners no one looks at anymore. They have their own kind of life.