Sometime just recently, the school grounds would receive an influx of spiritual energy of the malevolent kind. It would be potent enough that anyone with the faintest amount of "weird" would be attracted to it, especially so at night when it was most prominent, manifesting in concentrated blots of darkness painting the air they breath and obscuring the night sky all around. The back of the school would be the prime subject to investigate, with one man already on the case. Some would know him as Apollo. He had known about these developments for quite some time, keeping them to himself. Looking over the malignant portrait from atop a hill, he muses to himself, seemingly perplexed by the situation he finds himself in.
"Damnit... this better be a dream..."