Disha never believed in ghosts.
At least, that's what she told herself as she stood in front of the old school gate, gripping the straps of her bag a little tighter than usual.
The building looked… wrong.
It was her first day at Greenwood High, a school everyone in the city talked about—but not always in a good way. The tall iron gate creaked as she pushed it open, the sound echoing far too loudly in the empty morning air.
"Relax, Disha… it's just a school," she whispered to herself.
But deep down, something didn't feel right.😦
The corridor was unusually quiet.
Too quiet.......😨
Even though classes had already started, there were barely any students outside. The walls were lined with old photographs—batch after batch of students, all smiling… yet somehow lifeless.
Disha slowed down.
Her eyes stopped on one particular photo .
A girl.
Standing in the front row.
Her face looked… familiar.
Disha frowned.
"Why does she look like—"
"Hey! You're new, right?"
Disha flinched.
She quickly turned around to see a girl her age smiling at her.
"I'm Riya," she said. "Class 10-B?"
Disha nodded. "Yeah… I'm Disha."
Riya glanced at the photo Disha was staring at. For a split second, her smile faded.
"…Don't look at those too much," she said quietly.
"Why?" Disha asked.
Riya hesitated. Then forced a laugh. "Old stuff. Creepy vibes, you know."
But Disha wasn't convinced.
That day passed normally.
Classes, teachers, notes—everything felt ordinary.
Until the last bell rang.
Disha stayed back to complete her notes. By the time she packed her bag, the school was almost empty.
The sun had already begun to set.
As she walked through the corridor again, a cold breeze brushed past her.
Then—
Footsteps.
Soft.
Slow.
Behind her.
Disha stopped.
The footsteps stopped too.
Her heart started beating faster.
"…Hello?" she called out.
No answer.
She turned around.
No one was there.
And then she heard it.
A whisper.
Right beside her ear.
"…Disha…"
Her blood ran cold.
She spun around—
Nothing.
But this time, something was different.
At the end of the corridor… stood a girl.
Wearing the same uniform.
Long hair covering her face.
Standing completely still.
Watching her.
Disha's voice trembled.
"W-who are you?"
The girl didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Slowly… she lifted her hand.
And pointed…
At Disha.
The lights flickered.
And suddenly—
She was gone.
Disha stood frozen, her mind racing.
That face…
That figure…
It was the same girl from the photograph.
That night, Disha couldn't sleep.
Because deep inside…
She knew one thing for sure.
This school wasn't just haunted.
It was hiding something.
Something connected to the past.
And somehow…
Connected to her.