"The chattering sound of the ghost echoed against the wooden floor, and the sweat that was sticking to my body from the humidity was only intensifying with the fear coursing through it. I was crouched down in a tiny closet, clutching my phone against my chest, my heart pounding. "How did things go so wrong?" I thought. I was on a harmless school trip with my classmates, and now I'm stuck in this purgatory...this hell, surrounded by restless spirits. I decided to check my phone once again, maybe I was dreaming or hallucinating? Maybe I could actually get reception and call someone? I flicked through, but noticed I had zero bars, none. I would never be getting out of here. I opened up my camera, desperate for something to occupy my mind, barely hearing the sound of the spirit outside. I closed my eyes and breathed in, and looked at the screen... ...the ghost was in the closet with me."