The Secret in Locker 108

It all started with a rumor floating around Northville High: "Don’t open Locker 108."

Alex heard it a hundred times by now. He was the new kid, a junior who’d transferred mid-semester, and everyone seemed to think he was clueless about everything. But that rumor? He could barely go a day without someone bringing it up like it was some ancient curse. Apparently, anyone who touched Locker 108 would end up cursed. Or dead. Or worse… on Mrs. Connelly's list for detention. Yeah, high school horror stories always got a little dramatic.

The thing was, Alex’s locker was right next to 108.

He could’ve brushed it off, ignored the whispers and the wide-eyed looks people gave him whenever he grabbed his textbooks. But one day, he noticed something strange. Every morning, 108’s combination lock looked a little… off. Like someone had tampered with it. He started paying attention, half out of curiosity and half because, well, who could resist a mystery?

One Wednesday after school, he noticed something really weird. The lock wasn’t on the locker. And the door? Slightly ajar.

No one else was around. Just him and the rows of lockers lining the empty hallway. He glanced around, the silence almost daring him to push it open. Maybe he should leave it alone. Locker 108 was none of his business. But something about it—it was like the locker itself was calling him.

“Fine, you win,” he muttered to himself and pulled the door open.

Inside was an old, beat-up notebook. The cover was scratched up, the pages yellowed. No name on it. Just a strange mark on the cover, like an eye with a line slashed through it. Curiosity got the best of him, so he opened it up and flipped through the pages.

At first, it was just scribbles, like someone had been writing down random thoughts and notes in a hurry. But then he noticed names. Dates. Times. Places. It was like someone was documenting people—students, teachers, random names he didn’t recognize. And then he saw it:

“Alex Moore – 9/23 – Library – 3:15 p.m.”

His own name, with a date and time from weeks ago, back when he’d first transferred and spent hours studying in the library after school.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Alex quickly shoved the notebook back in the locker, shutting it. He spun around, trying to look casual as Principal Dawson came into view.

“What are you doing here, Mr. Moore?” she asked, her eyes narrowing in that way only principals can manage.

“Uh, just… getting my stuff,” he stammered, grabbing a random book from his own locker.

She didn’t seem convinced, but after a few seconds of squinting at him, she just nodded and walked away.

Alex’s heart was pounding, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the notebook. Who was keeping track of everyone? Why? And how had they known about him, the new kid?

The next day, he couldn’t resist. He grabbed the notebook when no one was around and took it home. After a night of reading it, he pieced together enough to realize it wasn’t just random names and dates. Whoever wrote it had been watching students and predicting things about them. Some of the notes didn’t even make sense—things about “dark clouds,” “lost opportunities,” or “the ones who wouldn’t return.”

As the days passed, Alex found himself looking over his shoulder constantly, seeing things that didn’t seem right. People he’d never noticed before seemed to be watching him, and random students would approach him, asking if he’d seen anything weird.

Finally, he decided to confront the only other person who seemed to know anything about it: Mr. Higgins, the history teacher who’d been at Northville High longer than anyone else. The man was a little strange, but maybe he’d know something.

When he brought up the notebook, Mr. Higgins went pale. “Where did you find it?” he asked, his voice low and shaky.

“Locker 108,” Alex replied.

Mr. Higgins looked around before whispering, “That locker has been closed off since 1988, after…well, an incident with a student. She was, uh, gifted. People said she could see things about people. They called her ‘The Oracle’ back then. But something went wrong. She saw something terrible, and one day, she vanished. Her notebook was never found.”

Alex’s blood ran cold. He realized the dates in the notebook… some of them hadn’t even happened yet.

And from then on, Alex kept that notebook close. He never knew if it held truths or just eerie predictions, but one thing was for sure: he wouldn’t be telling anyone else about Locker 108. Some mysteries are better left locked up.