• Opening the doors,
    They swing shut with a small slam...
    That seems to echo loudly in the silence.

    Look around:
    The halls are deserted, empty.
    And time itself has stopped.
    Yet...
    There are ghosts here.
    Ghosts of four short years.

    A place filled with many, many memories.
    Step that you are almost afraid to take seem loud in the nothingness.
    And with a blink of the eyes,
    The ghosts appear.

    For many, it is laughter, smiles and happiness;
    For some, it is that short period of solitude in the mornings;
    And for others, it is darker memories that haunt these cursed halls.

    Another blink.
    Farther down the hall, more ghosts appear.
    Conversations you thought were forgotten
    Bubble to the surface:
    On the stupidest things you could think of;
    More serious matters, like school work and deadlines;
    Or the now insignificant worryings about a new crush.
    These too, fade away.

    Up the stairs and around a corner:
    The silence is overwhelming.
    Suddenly the sounds of talk and laughter fill your ears.
    You turn sharply and it is gone.

    Continuing down the hall, you cannot stay any longer,
    And familiar faces fill your mind.
    More talk. More laughter. Shouting. Swearing. The scoldng of a teacher.
    Almost if you were actually there.

    But you're not.

    Down another set of stairs.
    Around another corner.
    The silence is only broken by your footsteps...
    and the echoes of laughter.

    You open the door--
    Then take one last look at the place you may possibly never see again.
    There is an overwhelming sense of finality
    And without looking back,
    Step out in to the sun.