The Yearbook Ghoul
The dusty old yearbook wasn’t even from their school. It had no spine, no markings, and no year—just a gray leather cover and a single word etched in the corner: REMEMBER. Shelby found it stuffed behind a loose brick in the back of the photography room while looking for extra film canisters. She dusted it off and flipped through. The pictures were black-and-white, the smiles too wide, and…












