Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories

Let's think of a way, Melody. You're smart.

If you don't even know how to break a cage with your bare hands, you shouldn't go around saying you're smart. You should be ashamed of yourself.

While I was whipping myself like that and trying to figure out a way,

I felt eyes on me again from somewhere.

I stopped moving and raised my head.

I felt eyes on my back. I hesitated to look back because of the creepy feeling.

Knock-knock-

I heard the sound of joints moving.

This was also an abnormal sound, and it definitely wasn't me.

My hand holding the cage trembled.

I slowly turned my head, overcoming my fear, and looked behind me.

There were two huge eyes in the darkness.