Evalynn Westbrook

Water seeped into the cracks of the old biology classroom as the specter of Evalynn glided down the row of desks and chairs, a somber look on her face. She had once studied in this room, once had dreams she was working towards. Now, however she was forced to continuously roam these halls, over and over again. Slowly the water began to rock back and forth as if responding to her rising anger at her life being unfairly stolen from her.