The Crawford Hall Chapter 1 The flickering light from Sarah's phone cast dancing shadows on the pizza boxes piled high on the coffee table. A nervous energy crackled in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. Tonight, was the night. Tonight, they were going to The Crawford Hall. "Guys, are you sure about this?" Michael squeaked, his voice barely a whisper over the rustling of chip packets. His pale face shone even whiter in the flickering phone light. Sarah, the unofficial leader of the group, shot him a reassuring grin. "Relax, Michael. It'll be an adventure! Besides," she added with a wink, "we have everything we need. Maps, snacks, flashlights..." "Flashlights that might die and leave us plunged into eternal darkness with whatever lurks in that creepy building," Michael muttered, clutching his backpack strap like a lifeline. Emily, ever the optimist, nudged him playfully. "Don't be such a scaredy-cat, Michael. It'll