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There was a certain thing about Hollywood Arts' underground level that scared students away, even though the cellar itself should not have. The cellar itself was in a prime position, near the Asphalt café and the Blackbox theater, directly underneath the main hallway.

The cellar was very clean and organized also. Towering shelves lined the walls with old props and forgotten costumes. Larger props, like desks or chairs, were arranged as sort of a living area that no one used. If anyone really looked closely, the place had no bugs, dust, or cobwebs. Nothing to show of its abandonment, even though only a few people stepped foot in the level once a year and the janitor didn't even remember to clean this level most days.

There is a story passed among those brave or foolish enough to venture into the level. This had nothing to do with the official story the school passed that this level was a storage area.

Students said they heard a humming noise coming from one of the shelves. Some said they heard whispers from nowhere in particular.Some said they saw themselves dying and then waking up in bed, at home.

Of course, no one believed them. They had no proof.

Yet.