The Whispering Hallways
Whispering Hallways
Late one evening, Emily, a high school junior, stayed back to finish a project in the old wing of her school. This part of the building, rarely used and dimly lit, was rumored to be haunted, but Emily didn't believe in such tales. The classrooms were filled with dusty desks and old, forgotten textbooks, and the walls were lined with faded portraits of stern-looking former principals.As the clock struck 8PM, Emily heard a faint whisper echo through the empty hallways. She paused, thinking it was just her imagination, but the whispering continued. It seemed to come from every direction, growing louder with each passing second. She tried to focus on her project, convincing herself it was the wind or the old pipes. But then she heard a distinct voice — a child's voice, soft and pleading."Help me..."Emily's heart raced. She stood up and walked into the hallway, calling out, "Hello? Is anyone there?" Her voice echoed back to her, but there was no reply. She decided to follow the sound, hoping to find the source and put her mind at ease. As she moved down the corridor, the whispers grew louder, more frantic, as if the walls themselves were speaking to her."Help me... find my way..."She reached the end of the hallway and stopped in front of a door she had never noticed before. It was slightly ajar, and a cold draft seeped through the crack. Summoning her courage, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dark, with only the faint glow of the moon illuminating the old chalkboard and rows of desks. She heard the whisper again, this time right next to her ear, sending a chill down her spine."Find me..."Emily turned on her phone's flashlight and scanned the room, only to see a small, shadowy figure in the corner. It was a young girl, her face hidden in her hands, crying softly. Emily took a step closer and gently asked, "Are you okay? Do you need help?"The girl slowly lowered her hands, revealing a face pale and hollow, with eyes that seemed to stare into Emily’s soul. Emily gasped and stumbled back, dropping her phone. The flashlight flickered wildly as it hit the floor. When she looked up, the girl was gone, but the whispering was louder than ever, surrounding her, filling the room with desperate cries.Panicked, Emily grabbed her phone and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She sprinted down the hallway, but as she reached the exit, she found it locked. Frantically, she pulled at the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The whispers grew louder, more aggressive, as if mocking her fear."Find me... Stay with me..."Emily pounded on the door, screaming for help, but there was no one to hear her. Suddenly, a hand gripped her shoulder. She spun around to see the same young girl, now inches away from her face, her eyes dark and hollow.Before Emily could scream, the girl whispered one last time, "You'll stay with me forever."And then everything went dark.The next morning, the school janitor found Emily’s phone lying in the hallway, its screen cracked and covered in dust. The door to the old wing was wide open, though it was always supposed to be locked. As he stepped inside, he could hear faint whispers echoing through the empty hallways, pleading and crying for help.Emily was never seen again, but students often whispered about the ghostly cries that could be heard late at night, echoing through the school's old wing. Some say it’s Emily, still searching for a way out. Others believe she joined the lost souls that roam the whispering hallways, forever trapped in the darkness.
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By SHIBSHANKAR PAULabout a year ago in Horror
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