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The school had a certain power to beckon spirits into being. I thought they were a product of its bloody past; yet a century later, it staked its claim on a third innocent. And now with every spirit bridged, it beckoned me in their place. Time had stopped for me, as unmoving as my body, which had been made heavy by guilt and remorse. Nothing around me changed. Nothing new happened. If my spirit really did leave my body behind, I doubted I would even notice.

I'm not even joking about how much I worked on this. These are all the iterations it took for me to get the paragraph right

I began to understand what it felt like to be a spirit. Unable to do anything, unsure of when the nothingness will end. I had no idea how long I had been stuck in my room for, but with nothing to keep me company other than guilt and remorse, it felt like eternity. 

In the next day I had become a living spirit. I heard no sound, saw nothing except the dark sheets I laid my head on. I knew time must have been moving, but with the curtains drawn and nothing happening, there was no indication of it. Or I had stopped existing within time, stuck in this space with only guilt and remorse to keep me company.

This school had a certain power to beckon spirits into being. It coaxed a hatred strong enough to kill and lured the weak-willed to stay forever. And now, with every spirit bridged, it beckoned me in their place. I stayed as unmoving as time with nothing to keep me company except guilt and remorse. Nothing changed. Nothing happened. If I really did become a spirit, I doubted I would even notice.

I’ve spent the past several days writing and rewriting one paragraph. h e l p