I never believed in ghosts or curses. But after what happened last week, I don't know what I think anymore
It all started on Friday. My friends - Aarav & Rhea and I stayed late at school to finish our projects. The building was almost empty, and it was really quiet.
Then, suddenly, we heard a bell ring.
Not the usual school bell. It was slower..... deeper, Like a scary movie
We looked at each other and knew- there was no way it was the normal bell. It was the 8th bell
No one told us about this bell before, but it led us down the east hallway - the part of school that's been closed for years.
The door at the end of the hall was open just a little. We could see inside a burnt classroom. There was ash on the floor and an old diary sitting on a desk.
The Diary had the name " MIRA " written on it and inside, there were stranger drawing and weird words - like spells.
ON THE LAST PAGE, WRITTEN IN RED INK WERE THREE LINES:
" RING THE 8th BELL
SHE WILL RETURN
AND SHE WILL FINISH WHAT THEY STARTED ".
THAT NIGHT, AARAV SAID THE DIARY WAS IN HIS BACKPACK - BUT NONE OF US PACKED IT.
Ria said she heard a girl crying behind her when she brushed her teeth.
And me? I woke up to find ashes on my floor.
We went next day to burn the diary.
It didn't burn.
We buried it
The next morning. It showed up in my locker.
Terrified, we decided to go back - to the room, the ash circle, the truth.
We went back to the room one last time.
I stood in the ash circle, held the old cracked bell we found in the room and rang it
DING
The candles lit by themselves, The lights burst. The broken mirror on the wall fogged over- then cleared.
A girl stared at us from inside it. Her skin was half burnt, one eye melted shut, lips blackened. She looked like she has been screaming for years.
She smiled at us
Finally ", she whispered.
And then everything went black we woke up outside the school gates.
No one believed us what we told them. The east wing was sealed again, like it had never been open.
The Diary was gone.
THE REAL PAST
A week later, I was digging through old newspapers in the library.
I FOUND IT
Mira Sharma Age 14 Died in 2013 in a fire at Greenwood school
But that wasn't the full story
She was smart. Loved reading old books. Dressed differently. Quiet lonely.
Her classmates bullied her hard.
They call her a witch, laughed at her writing in code, spread fake rumors.
One day they locked her in the east hallway for a " black magic prank ".-
thinking it would be funny.
They painted symbols chanted fake spells.
One girl read from a real spellbook her uncle had brought from Nepal.
And something woke up
The candles burst. The air turned black
And Mira...............
MIRA BURNED ALIVE.
No one helped her
And on the wall, before she died she scratched out with her nails.
Ring the 8th. One by one. I'll come for you
AND NOW
we've heard it
And we weren't even there that night
So imagine what she'll do to the ones
who were.
.
.
.
.
THE END.-.
It all started on Friday. My friends - Aarav & Rhea and I stayed late at school to finish our projects. The building was almost empty, and it was really quiet.
Then, suddenly, we heard a bell ring.
Not the usual school bell. It was slower..... deeper, Like a scary movie
We looked at each other and knew- there was no way it was the normal bell. It was the 8th bell
No one told us about this bell before, but it led us down the east hallway - the part of school that's been closed for years.
The door at the end of the hall was open just a little. We could see inside a burnt classroom. There was ash on the floor and an old diary sitting on a desk.
The Diary had the name " MIRA " written on it and inside, there were stranger drawing and weird words - like spells.
ON THE LAST PAGE, WRITTEN IN RED INK WERE THREE LINES:
" RING THE 8th BELL
SHE WILL RETURN
AND SHE WILL FINISH WHAT THEY STARTED ".
THAT NIGHT, AARAV SAID THE DIARY WAS IN HIS BACKPACK - BUT NONE OF US PACKED IT.
Ria said she heard a girl crying behind her when she brushed her teeth.
And me? I woke up to find ashes on my floor.
We went next day to burn the diary.
It didn't burn.
We buried it
The next morning. It showed up in my locker.
Terrified, we decided to go back - to the room, the ash circle, the truth.
We went back to the room one last time.
I stood in the ash circle, held the old cracked bell we found in the room and rang it
DING
The candles lit by themselves, The lights burst. The broken mirror on the wall fogged over- then cleared.
A girl stared at us from inside it. Her skin was half burnt, one eye melted shut, lips blackened. She looked like she has been screaming for years.
She smiled at us
Finally ", she whispered.
And then everything went black we woke up outside the school gates.
No one believed us what we told them. The east wing was sealed again, like it had never been open.
The Diary was gone.
THE REAL PAST
A week later, I was digging through old newspapers in the library.
I FOUND IT
Mira Sharma Age 14 Died in 2013 in a fire at Greenwood school
But that wasn't the full story
She was smart. Loved reading old books. Dressed differently. Quiet lonely.
Her classmates bullied her hard.
They call her a witch, laughed at her writing in code, spread fake rumors.
One day they locked her in the east hallway for a " black magic prank ".-
thinking it would be funny.
They painted symbols chanted fake spells.
One girl read from a real spellbook her uncle had brought from Nepal.
And something woke up
The candles burst. The air turned black
And Mira...............
MIRA BURNED ALIVE.
No one helped her
And on the wall, before she died she scratched out with her nails.
Ring the 8th. One by one. I'll come for you
AND NOW
we've heard it
And we weren't even there that night
So imagine what she'll do to the ones
who were.
.
.
.
.
THE END.-.
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