LOCKER 13
The strange locker no one dared to open
Everyone at school avoided locker 13. Some said it was cursed. Some said it was haunted. Me? I thought it was just another rumor… until today.
I was late for class and had to squeeze past the end of the hallway. That’s when I noticed it—the dusty old locker tucked in the corner. My curiosity got the better of me.
I found a tiny piece of paper sticking out of the cracks. A combination. “Fine,” I muttered. “Let’s see what the fuss is about.”
The locker door groaned as I opened it. Inside… a single, unmarked cardboard box. I hesitated, then lifted the lid.
The smell hit me first—stale, metallic, rotten. My stomach churned. Inside were dozens of small, human-shaped dolls, crudely made, each one pinned with a tiny scrap of cloth. But it wasn’t the dolls that made me freeze… it was that they were all wearing something familiar. My classmates’ uniforms. And at the very bottom… one with my own school sweater.
I slammed the locker shut and ran. My hands shook so badly I could barely grip the door handle.
I never went near locker 13 again. Some things are better left alone.
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