The Last Locker

Hey friend, okay, so you remember that one weird hallway in school? You know, the one that always feels a little colder? The one where the lights flicker even though no one else seems to care?

Yeah. That hallway? That’s where this story takes place.

It’s about a girl named Callie Winters, and how one very bad week led her to open the one locker in school that no one ever touches.

They say what she found inside changed everything—and not in a good way.

The Wrong Kind of Attention
Callie Winters wasn’t popular.

She wasn’t the class clown. She wasn’t a genius. She was just… Callie. Kind of quiet. Liked to doodle. Always sat in the middle of the class, never the front or the back.

But after what happened, everyone knew her name.

Not because she wanted it. Because they had to remember.

It all started on a rainy Tuesday—the day someone shoved her into the lockers. Her books spilled everywhere, her notebook ripped, and everyone laughed.

Everyone except the new janitor. He just watched.

He didn’t blink. He didn’t help.

He just stared… at Locker 17.

The Locker Nobody Claimed
Locker 17 was different.

It sat at the far end of the East Wing hallway—where no teachers walked, and the lights always flickered like broken candles.

No one knew who it belonged to. The school said it was “out of use.” But students whispered other stories:

That it used to belong to a girl named Jessa Greer who disappeared after setting the science lab on fire.

That you could hear someone whispering your name when you walked past.

That someone once opened it—and never came back to class.

Callie always thought it was just made-up junk.

Until she heard it whisper her name.

Whisper, Whisper
The day after the locker incident, Callie walked past Locker 17 again.

It was raining, just like the day before. Her books were soggy. Her hair stuck to her face. And her heart? Heavy. Because the girls who laughed yesterday? They laughed again today.

So when she passed Locker 17… she stopped.

And she heard it.

“Calllllieeeee…”

Her eyes widened. “Who’s there?!”

Nothing.

She leaned in. Held her breath.

“They’ll pay if you let me out.”

She jumped back. Looked around.

The hallway was empty.

Except for the janitor—still watching from the end. And still not blinking.

What Was Inside
The next morning, her locker was vandalized. Ripped open. Her favorite sketchbook ruined.

She ran to the principal’s office. No one helped.

Not even her teacher, who said, “Kids will be kids.”

So Callie went back.

To Locker 17.

This time, the lock was… gone.

The door hung slightly open.

She hesitated. Then reached for it.

And inside?

Nothing.

Just a mirror.

A dirty, cracked mirror that hadn’t been there before.

She leaned in—and her reflection smiled before she did.

Then it whispered: “Do you want them to be afraid, too?”

And for just a moment…

Callie whispered back:
“Yes.”

The Change
That’s when things started to get weird.

The next day, the girls who bullied her? One slipped and fell face-first into her lunch. Another lost her voice during a class presentation.

By Thursday, the worst one—Mara—ran out of the bathroom screaming, saying the mirror whispered her name.

Callie didn’t smile.

But something inside her did.

That night, she had a dream. She was in a dark hallway, facing Locker 17. The door creaked open.

Inside was herself.

Except her eyes were pitch black.

And she said: “Let me stay.”

The Warning
Ellis, the janitor, finally spoke to her.

“You opened it, didn’t you?”

Callie looked up. “Opened what?”

“The mirror. The mouth.”

He knelt beside her.

“That locker is a door, not a box. It doesn’t hold things—it lets them out.”

Callie’s hands trembled. “What did I let out?”

He didn’t answer.

Just handed her a note.

It read: “You have seven days. After that, it won’t need your permission anymore.”

The Countdown
Every night, she had the dream again.

The hallway. The locker. The mirror.

Each time, her dark reflection looked more real. More alive.

And at school? People were terrified of her.

Doors creaked when she passed. Lights flickered more. Even the principal stared at her with wide, tired eyes.

Locker 17 whispered louder now.

“Only one more day…”

The Choice
On the seventh day, Callie stood in front of Locker 17. The school was silent. Empty. The janitor was gone.

Just her. And the locker.

The mirror inside glowed faintly.

She could leave it. Walk away. Try to forget.

But the voice inside whispered: “They’ll never stop unless I stay.”

Callie closed her eyes.

And stepped inside.

Gone
The next day, her classmates noticed something odd.

Locker 17 was gone.

Not locked. Not boarded.

Gone. Like it had never been there.

So was Callie.

But in the back hallway… there was now a mirror.

Cracked.

And sometimes… if you walked past it alone…

You could hear a girl giggling softly.

Or crying.

Or whispering…

“Do you want them to be afraid, too?”

The New Girl
A month later, a new girl transferred to the school. Shy. Kept her head down.

But the first time she walked down the East Wing hallway, she stopped.

Looked into the mirror.

And smiled… before her reflection did.

So yeah. If your school has a hallway that feels off? If there’s a locker no one talks about? Or a mirror that seems to watch you…

Walk faster.

Don’t look back.

And whatever you do…
Don’t open it.

Because it might not be you who comes out again.