–Anonymous
At Westbrook Academy, there was one place every student avoided:
Door 17.
The old classroom had been locked for years after a teacher suddenly disappeared during a late-night school event.
Most students dismissed the story as a rumor.
Avery didn't.
One evening, Avery and her friends stayed after school to work on a history presentation.
As they walked through the nearly empty building, Harper stopped.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Mason asked.
A faint scratching sound echoed from behind Door 17.
Scratch...
Scratch...
Scratch...
Caleb forced a laugh.
"It's probably a mouse."
Then a whisper came from the other side.
"Open the door."
The four friends stared at each other.
Avery stepped closer.
Suddenly, a folded piece of paper slid out from under the door.
She picked it up.
Written in shaky handwriting were four words:
DO NOT LET IT OUT.
The corridor lights flickered.
The scratching stopped.
For a moment, everything was silent.
Then another note appeared.
IT ALREADY KNOWS YOUR NAMES.
A cold feeling spread through the hallway.
Harper backed away.
"We should leave. Right now."
Before anyone could respond, a loud knock shook the door.
BANG.
Another.
BANG.
And another.
BANG.
The handle slowly began to turn.
But the door was still locked.
Then Caleb noticed something at the end of the corridor.A figure stood motionless beneath a flickering light.
It looked like a teacher.
Old-fashioned clothes.
Pale face.
Empty eyes.
The figure smiled.
And whispered from across the hallway:
"Avery."
The lights went out.
When they came back on seconds later, the figure was gone.
So was Caleb...
Only one final note remained on the floor.
Avery picked it up with trembling hands.
It contained a single sentence:
THE DOOR WAS NEVER KEEPING IT INSIDE.
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The End.
Hello my adorable ghostlings....
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For word limit purpose:
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Dreams disappeared,
There was no time to rest
It’s a cycle of school,
Home or an Internet cafe
Everyone lives the same life
Students who are pressured to be number
One live in between dreams and reality....
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