You shake the thought, raising your head to see where you're going…
…and stop. There's something very familiar about the view up ahead; you can't help but feel you've seen that exact arrangement of trees and that particular twist of the path.
And helpfully preventing you from putting it down to deja vu are the footprints in the dirt of the path.
You place your foot experimentally down on one.
It fits.
For a moment, you remain still, considering your position. It could be a coincidence: just because you're at a school that admits and educates the occult, the uncanny, and the undead doesn't mean there has to be something supernatural going on.
There could, in fact, be a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, and the fact that you can't think of a single one doesn't prove anything.
With that thought in mind, you start forward, trying semi-consciously not to step in what might not, necessarily, be your own footprints. You step through the corridor of trees, looking this way and that, until you come to a halt, one foot raised off the ground.
You're now looking at two sets of footprints in front of you.
After a few seconds, you place the foot back down on the path. What to do next is going to take some thought.