“I think your daughter discovered something she should have kept secret…”
The man’s words echoed through the empty hallway.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
My heart racing, I tightened my grip on Emma’s letter. Every instinct in my body screamed that something was terribly wrong.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
The man didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he glanced at the note in my hand and smiled again.
Not a friendly smile.
The kind of smile that makes a chill run down your spine.
Ms. Reynolds suddenly stepped in front of me.
“You need to leave,” she told him.
The man’s eyes narrowed.
“No,” he replied calmly. “She deserves to know what her daughter was investigating.”
My stomach dropped.
Investigating?
Emma was only thirteen years old.
What could she possibly have been investigating?
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
The man looked directly at me.
“Ask the school why several security recordings disappeared last month.”
The color drained from Ms. Reynolds’ face.
“That’s enough,” she snapped.
But the damage was already done.
My mind was spinning.
Security recordings?
Missing footage?
Emma’s note suddenly felt heavier in my hands.
Then I noticed something written on the back.
Tiny words.
Words I hadn’t seen before.
With trembling fingers, I turned the paper over.
My breath caught in my throat.
There was a date.
And underneath it, a single sentence.
If anything happens to me, look inside Locker 314.
Panic surged through me.
Locker 314.
I looked toward Ms. Reynolds.
She seemed just as shocked as I was.
“Did you know about this?” I whispered.
She slowly shook her head.
“No.”
The stranger laughed softly.
“Of course she didn’t.”
Before I could ask another question, he reached into his jacket and pulled out an old photograph.
The second I saw it, my knees nearly gave out.
Emma was in the picture.
Standing beside three other students.
All smiling.
All alive.
But in the corner of the photograph was something else.
Someone else.
A figure partially hidden in the shadows.
Their face had been scratched out completely.
“Where did you get that?” I asked.
The stranger’s expression darkened.
“Your daughter gave it to me.”
The hallway suddenly felt colder.
“That’s impossible,” I whispered. “My daughter is gone.”
The man took a step closer.
“No,” he said quietly. “Your daughter contacted me two days before she died.”
A chill ran down my spine so violently that I could barely breathe.
“What did she say?”
For the first time, the man’s confidence disappeared.
His eyes shifted toward the end of the hallway.
Toward the school’s main entrance.
And that’s when we heard it.
A loud crash.
Glass shattering.
Everyone jumped.
Then another sound followed.
Footsteps.
Fast footsteps.
Running directly toward us.
The stranger’s face turned pale.
“They found us.”
“What do you mean, they found us?” I shouted.
But he was already backing away.
And just before he disappeared around the corner, he looked at me and yelled:
“Whatever you do… don’t open Locker 314 alone!”
The next second, a dark figure appeared at the far end of the corridor.
Watching me.
Watching the letter.
Watching everything.
And in their hand was something that made my blood run cold…
To be continued in C0mments ๐
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