The next morning—or, rather, the next night—I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed after the epic midnight feast. “I can’t believe we summoned a ghost and had a werewolf party,” I said to myself, rubbing my eyes. “What’s next? A vampire karaoke night?”

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Zack: “Meet me in the library after class! I found something cool!”

I quickly pulled on my hoodie and headed to class, feeling the excitement bubble inside me. “What could it be?” I wondered, my mind racing.

After a rather uneventful morning of “Advanced Howling” class (I’m still not sure why that’s a subject), I spotted Zack waiting for me outside the library. “Hey! You made it!” he exclaimed, waving me over.

“What’s the big secret you found?” I asked, eager to hear what he had discovered.

“Follow me!” he said, leading me into the dimly lit library. It was filled with towering shelves of dusty books and ancient scrolls. “I was exploring, and I think I found something important.”

“Important? Like a dusty old book? Or a spell for turning humans into sandwiches?” I joked.

“Close! Check this out!” Zack said, pulling a tattered book from a nearby shelf. “It’s about the history of Grimmoor Academy!”

“Wow, riveting,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But seriously, what’s in it?”

Zack opened the book and started flipping through the pages. “It says here that the academy was built on an ancient burial ground! That’s why all the supernatural beings are attracted to it!”

“Great. So we’re haunted by angry spirits and buried secrets,” I deadpanned.

“Exactly! But listen to this,” Zack said, his eyes wide with excitement. “There’s a legend about a hidden chamber beneath the school! They say it holds the secrets of the supernatural world!”

“Secrets? Like what? How to avoid becoming a midnight snack?”

“Maybe! Or even how to unlock hidden powers!” Zack replied, bouncing on his feet.

“Hidden powers? Now you’ve got my attention!” I said, intrigued. “What do we have to do to find this chamber?”

“We have to decode the clues in this book! It’s like a treasure hunt!”

“Okay, I’m in. But if we end up being chased by angry spirits, I’m blaming you.”

Zack grinned widely. “Trust me! It’ll be fun!”

“Fun, right. Just like the last time,” I replied, shaking my head.

Zack flipped through the pages eagerly. “It says here that the first clue is hidden in the old library stacks! We have to find the book that isn’t really a book!”

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“Isn’t really a book? That sounds like something out of a horror movie,” I said, glancing around nervously. “How are we supposed to find that?”

“I don’t know! But we’ll figure it out!” Zack replied, determination written all over his face. “Let’s start looking!”

We began scouring the library, pulling books off the shelves and inspecting them one by one. “How about this one?” I held up a book titled *How to Make Friends with Ghosts*.

“Not a book, but definitely not the one!” Zack said, snorting.

“Okay, what about this?” I picked up a dusty tome titled *The Art of Scaring: Advanced Techniques*.

“Close, but no!” Zack laughed. “Keep looking!”

After a few minutes of searching, I noticed a peculiar shelf in the back corner, slightly ajar. “Hey, what’s this?” I asked, pushing it open.

As I did, I felt a chill run through the room. “Uh, Zack? I think I found something…”

Zack rushed over, eyes wide. “What is it?”

“There’s a hidden door behind this shelf!” I exclaimed, pulling it open to reveal a dark passageway.

“Whoa!” Zack gasped. “This is it! The hidden chamber!”

“Or a trap set by angry spirits,” I said cautiously. “But let’s be brave! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Exactly!” Zack said, stepping in front of me. “I’ll go first!”

“Of course you will,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “After you, brave zombie.”

Zack grinned and stepped into the dark passageway. “It smells a little musty,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “But that’s just part of the adventure!”

“Right. Musty adventures are my favorite,” I said, following him into the passage. The walls were lined with cobwebs, and the air felt thick and heavy.

“Do you think there are real ghosts down here?” Zack whispered, glancing nervously around.

“Probably. But if they try to eat us, I’ll just offer them my sandwich,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Good plan!”

As we moved deeper into the passage, we finally reached a large wooden door. “This must be it!” Zack exclaimed, excitement bubbling over.

“Do you think it’s locked?” I asked, glancing at the door handle.

“Only one way to find out!” Zack said, pushing it open with a creak.

Inside, the room was filled with strange artifacts, glowing crystals, and ancient runes carved into the walls. “Whoa,” I breathed, taking it all in. “This is amazing!”

“Look at that!” Zack pointed to a pedestal in the center of the room that held an ornate box. “What do you think is inside?”

“Only one way to find out,” I said, stepping forward. “But we should be careful. It could be cursed.”

“Cursed? I thought curses were just for fairy tales!” Zack said, eyes wide.

“Yeah, well, welcome to Grimmoor Academy, where fairy tales are reality,” I replied, glancing at the box nervously.

As I reached for the box, a sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, and the lights flickered ominously. “Uh, maybe we shouldn’t open it?” I suggested, pulling my hand back.

“Don’t be a chicken! We have to see what’s inside!” Zack insisted.

“Right, because curiosity never killed anyone,” I said dryly.

“Okay, okay! Let’s do it together!” Zack said, placing his hand on the box beside mine.

“On three?” I asked.

“On three!”

“Okay… one… two… three!”

We lifted the lid together, and inside, we found a glowing scroll. “What is that?” I asked, peering closer.

“It looks like a spell!” Zack said, excitement radiating from him.

“A spell? What does it do?”

“Let’s see…” Zack said, carefully unrolling the scroll. “It says here that it can unlock hidden potential in supernatural beings! And it can help humans tap into their inner powers!”

“Inner powers? Like super strength? Or the ability to make the best sandwiches?” I asked, intrigued.

“Probably both!” Zack said, his eyes shining. “We have to try it!”

“Try it? What if it backfires?”

“Come on! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Right. I’ll just add that to my list of Grimmoor regrets,” I said, sighing.

“Let’s do it! We’ll read the spell together!” Zack said, determination in his voice.

“Okay, but if we end up haunted by angry spirits, I’m blaming you,” I warned.

“Deal!”

As we held the scroll together, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were about to embark on a wild adventure. And deep down, I felt a flicker of excitement at the thought of discovering what hidden powers lay within me.