It was an ordinary evening when Blake, Felix, Harper, and Alexander decided to do their group project in the school's quiet, dimly-lit classroom. Little did they know, it was going to be anything but typical.

As they were about to start, the classroom door creaked open and in walked a subway peddler, carrying a peculiar table.

On the peddler's table were two evil-looking, inflatable puppets. The peddler released them into the room with an unsettling grin on his face.

Panic ensued as the inflated figures began chasing the children. They darted out of the room, their heartbeats echoing in the empty corridors.

The four friends ran up the stairs, their desperate footsteps drowned by the menacing hisses of the inflatable puppets chasing them.

They bolted towards a door that led to the school's roof. With the puppets close behind, they didn't dare look back.

As they spilled out onto the roof, they spotted a box of parachutes from a previous school event. Without a second thought, they grabbed them.

Securing the straps hastily, the friends took a leap of faith, hoping to escape the terrifying puppets. They jumped off the edge, hearts pounding in their chests.

As they descended, they could see the puppets lunging towards the edge of the rooftop, their eerie glow fading as the friends floated away.

Once they hit the ground, they didn't stop. They ran as fast as their legs could carry them, toward their shared house.

Fear urged them forward and kept them moving, even when exhaustion began to creep in. They could hear the puppets' footsteps getting louder.

They finally reached home, scrambling to unlock the door and get inside. Their breaths were ragged, their bodies shaking with adrenaline.

As soon as they were inside, they locked the door and collapsed against it, hoping they were safe. But their hearts still pounded in their chests.

Outside, they could hear the sinister hissing and eerie glow of the puppets, pacing back and forth. They were trapped. But they were quiet, hoping not to be found.

The night wore on with the friends huddled together, too frightened to sleep. The puppets remained outside, seemingly waiting for something.

Their eyes grew heavy as they tried to stay awake, but fatigue eventually won. They fell into a fitful sleep, haunted by dreams of the puppets.

Morning found them still huddled against the door. The house was silent except for their synchronized breathing, and the puppets were gone.

The puppets had disappeared as mysteriously as they had appeared. The friends, though relieved, couldn't shake off the terror of the previous night.

School became a place of fear. The classroom, once a safe haven, now held a sinister memory. They couldn't shake off the terror they felt.

Yet, they found strength in each other. They vowed to stick together, to face whatever might come next. They had each other's backs—always.

Slowly, they began picking up the pieces, resuming their daily lives. They became vigilant, always on guard for any signs of the puppets.

Days turned into weeks. Life regained some semblance of normalcy. The friends returned to school with a new-found courage, ready to face anything.

They didn't forget the terrifying night, but they refused to let fear rule their lives. The puppets, wherever they were, didn't make a reappearance.

As the seasons changed, the story of the inflatable puppets became a legend among the school kids. But for Blake, Felix, Harper, and Alexander, it was much more—it was a memory.

A memory that would remind them of their courage, their unity, and their will to survive. They moved on but remained watchful, ready for any unexpected surprises.