The Shadow Party

Two boys stand on a paved path near the washrooms, their eyes darting around as if the walls themselves are watching. The afternoon sun casts long shadows, but it’s not the darkness they fear-it’s something else. One of them leans in and whispers, “This is not a safe place.
We might be caught. Walls have ears.” A chill runs down his spine as the tension thickens. What secret are they hiding? And who or what is listening from the shadows?