A deep sense of unease settled firmly in Nathan’s chest. He took a shaky breath and bent down to pick up the clipboard, trying his best to rationalize what had just happened. Probably just a random draft of air, he told himself. Or maybe I bumped it without noticing. But even as he spoke the words to himself, the air around him felt wrong, far colder than it had been just moments earlier.
He turned to head back to his seat, but a sudden movement caught his eye. The shadowy figure appeared again, right by the door’s small window. It looked darker and more defined this time, its shape clearer—almost as if it was standing there watching him intently. Nathan’s breath caught in his throat. He blinked hard, and the figure vanished without a trace.
