20/02/2026
๐ป๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ข๐ง๐ | ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ง๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ฅ๐๐ ๐
On February 13, 2026, at ๐ฅ๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐น ๐ ๐ฒ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฎ๐น ๐๐ผ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ด๐ฒ๐, ๐๐ป๐ฐ. โ ๐ง๐ฎ๐ด๐๐บ ๐๐ฎ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐, while the campus bloomed with roses and quiet confessions, one room chose a different kind of heartbeat. From early preparations to the final flicker of dimmed lights, Penworthy members poured time and creativity, transforming bare walls into a space of shadows, balancing time, perfecting costumes, and rehearsing every calculated scare. Former members, now graduates, returned to lend their hands, stepping back into the chaos to help build the horror they once carried themselves.
Students arrived laughing, tickets in hand, brave in groups, and left clutching each other tighter, screams turn into breathless laughter. On the eve of Valentineโs, kilig filled the air outside, but inside the booth, it was kilabot that made hearts race just as wildly.
"๐ณ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐." ๐ป๐
โ๏ธ | Anna Atuel
