The school was silent-too silent-except for the slow, sharp echo of the dean's heels.

She moved down the dark corridor, past the chained doors and dead torches, until she reached the last iron gate. The one no student ever saw or knew about. The one that breathed.

A soft growl trembled from behind it.

The dean smiled.

She lowered her voice into a gentle, eerie coo.

"Come now... my little babies. Mama's here."

The shadows inside shifted.

Then-two enormous shapes crawled forward, so ...