Disha tried to ignore everything.
The whispers, the shadow, the strange feeling—she kept telling herself it was just her imagination.
But deep down, she knew… it wasn't.
That day during lunch break, while everyone was busy talking and laughing, Disha quietly slipped out of the classroom.
She didn't know where she was going.
Her feet just… moved on their own.
The school felt different during this time—too quiet, too still.
As if it was watching her.
She walked down the back corridor, a place most students avoided. The air there felt heavier, colder.
At the very end, she noticed a small room. The door was slightly open.
Disha frowned.
Was this always here?
Slowly, she pushed the door.
It creaked loudly, the sound echoing in the empty hallway.
Inside, the room was dark and filled with dust. Old benches, broken chairs, and stacks of unused books were scattered everywhere.
It looked like a storage room.
Or something that had been forgotten.
Disha stepped inside carefully.
Her fingers brushed against a table—and she felt something.
A book.
She picked it up.
It was an old diary, covered in dust.
Her heart started beating faster.
Why did this feel so familiar?
Slowly, she opened it.
The pages were yellow, the ink slightly faded.
At first, it looked like a normal diary.
Random dates.
Random thoughts.
But then—
She froze.
Her eyes stopped on one page.
A name.
Written again and again.
Over and over.
As if someone had gone mad writing it.
"Disha…"
Her breath caught in her throat.
No… this couldn't be a coincidence.
Why was her name here?
Her hands started shaking as she turned the page.
There was a sentence written in messy handwriting—
"I know what they did to me."
Disha felt a chill run through her entire body.
"They think I'm gone… but I'm still here."
The room suddenly felt colder.
Too cold.
A soft breeze passed by her, even though the windows were closed.
Disha slowly looked around.
"Hello…?" she whispered.
No answer.
But she could feel it.
Someone was there.
Watching her.
Right behind her.
Her heart pounded loudly as she turned around—
No one.
Empty.
But just as she looked back at the diary—
A new line appeared.
Right in front of her eyes.
As if it was being written by an invisible hand.
"YOU FOUND ME."
Disha dropped the diary in fear.
Her breath became uneven.
"T-this isn't real…" she whispered.
But then—
A soft whisper came, very close to her ear.
"Disha…"
Tears filled her eyes.
She ran.
Without looking back, without stopping, she ran out of the room.
The diary lay on the floor.
Open.
And on the last page—
A final message slowly appeared.
"Don't trust anyone."
Disha didn't stop running until she reached the main gate of the school.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, as if she had just escaped something… something invisible, yet terrifying.
She looked back.
The corridor was empty.
Too empty.
For a moment, she thought she saw someone standing near the end of the hallway… watching her.
But when she blinked—
It was gone.
---
"Disha! Hey!"
A familiar voice broke her thoughts.
It was Riya, her classmate.
"Why are you standing here like this? And why do you look so pale?" Riya asked, frowning.
Disha tried to speak, but no words came out.
Should she tell her?
About the diary?
About the voice?
About that message—
Don't trust anyone.
Her lips trembled.
"N-nothing… I'm fine," she forced a weak smile.
Riya didn't look convinced. "You don't look fine."
Before Disha could respond, the school bell rang again, echoing loudly.
Both of them turned instinctively.
For a split second—
Disha heard it again.
That whisper.
"Don't… trust…"
She froze.
Her fingers slowly tightened.
Was it talking about Riya?
Her eyes slowly shifted towards her.
Riya smiled innocently. "Come, let's go back."
Disha hesitated.
Something inside her screamed to step back.
But she ignored it.
"Yeah… let's go," she said quietly.
---
As they walked back through the corridor, Disha felt a strange uneasiness growing inside her.
Every step felt heavier.
Every sound felt louder.
And then—
She noticed something.
The door of the storage room.
It was closed.
Tightly shut.
As if it had never been opened.
Disha stopped walking.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"That's… not possible," she whispered.
"What?" Riya asked.
Disha pointed towards the door. "That room… it was open before."
Riya looked confused. "What room? That one?"
She nodded.
Riya frowned. "Disha… that room has been locked for years."
Disha felt the world spin around her.
"Locked… for years?"
Riya nodded slowly. "Yeah. I heard something bad happened there long ago. No one goes near it."
A cold wave passed through Disha's body.
Her mind replayed everything.
The diary.
The message.
The whisper.
And that sentence—
"This is where you died."
Her legs felt weak.
Without saying anything, she rushed towards the door.
"Disha! Wait!" Riya called from behind.
But Disha didn't stop.
She reached the door and touched it.
Cold.
Just like before.
She pushed it.
It didn't move.
Locked.
Completely locked.
Her breathing became uneven.
Then how…?
How did she go inside?
Her hands started shaking.
And suddenly—
She noticed something at the bottom of the door.
A small piece of paper.
Slowly, she bent down and picked it up.
It was old.
Crumpled.
With trembling fingers, she unfolded it.
There were only three words written on it—
"YOU REMEMBER NOW?"
Disha's eyes widened in horror.
"No…" she whispered.
"I don't…"
But deep inside—
Something was starting to wake up.
Something she had forgotten.
Or maybe…
Something she was never supposed to remember.
The paper slipped from Disha's fingers.
Her head started spinning.
"YOU REMEMBER NOW?"
The words echoed inside her mind again and again.
"No… this is not real…" she whispered to herself.
But the feeling… it was too real.
---
"Disha! What are you doing?" Riya rushed towards her, slightly out of breath.
Disha quickly hid the paper behind her back.
"N-nothing… I just thought I dropped something."
Riya looked at her carefully.
For a moment, her expression changed.
Not worry.
Something else.
Something darker.
But it disappeared just as quickly.
"You're acting really strange today," Riya said slowly.
Disha forced a smile. "I told you, I'm fine."
A lie.
A clear lie.
And somewhere deep inside, she knew—
She shouldn't trust anyone.
---
That night, Disha couldn't sleep.
The ceiling felt too close.
The room felt too quiet.
Every little sound made her jump.
Tick… tick… tick…
The clock on the wall echoed loudly.
She turned to the other side, trying to force her eyes shut.
But then—
A sound.
Soft.
Very soft.
Like someone whispering.
"Disha…"
Her eyes snapped open.
Her heart started pounding violently.
The room was dark.
But she could feel it.
Someone was there.
Not outside.
Inside her room.
Slowly, she sat up.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
And then—
She saw it.
Near the mirror.
A figure.
Standing still.
Watching her.
Disha couldn't move.
Her body froze.
Her voice got stuck in her throat.
The figure didn't move.
But its head… slowly tilted.
As if it was observing her.
Trying to recognize her.
Tears filled Disha's eyes.
"W-who are you…?" she whispered.
Silence.
Then—
The figure raised its hand.
And pointed… at her.
Just like before.
Disha's breath stopped.
Her mind screamed to run, but her body refused to listen.
And then—
The mirror.
It changed.
The reflection was no longer her room.
It showed something else.
A classroom.
Old.
Dusty.
Empty.
And in the middle—
A girl.
Lying on the floor.
Not moving.
Disha's eyes widened.
"N-no…" she shook her head.
The girl's face slowly turned towards the mirror.
Towards her.
And in that moment—
Disha felt her world shatter.
Because the face…
It was hers.
---
She screamed.
And everything went black.
---
The next morning—
Disha woke up on her bed.
Sunlight filled the room.
Everything looked… normal.
Too normal.
For a second, she thought it was all a nightmare.
"Just a dream…" she whispered.
But then—
Her eyes moved towards the mirror.
And she froze.
On the surface of the mirror—
Three words were written.
As if someone had scratched them slowly—
"I WAS YOU."
The next morning—
Disha woke up on her bed.
Sunlight streamed through the window, falling softly across her face. Birds were chirping outside, and everything felt… normal.
Too normal.
She sat up slowly, her head slightly heavy.
"Was it all just a dream?" she murmured.
The diary…
The whisper…
The figure in the mirror…
Her hands trembled slightly.
"No… it felt too real."
Trying to calm herself, she got off the bed and walked towards the mirror.
Step by step.
Her heartbeat slowly started to rise again.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
She stopped right in front of it.
For a moment—
Nothing.
Just her reflection staring back.
Pale. Tired. Confused.
Disha let out a small breath of relief.
"See? Nothing's there…"
But just as she was about to turn away—
Her eyes froze.
There… on the mirror…
Faint marks.
As if something had been scratched into it.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Slowly, she leaned closer.
Closer…
Her reflection stared back at her.
But the closer she got—
The more the words became clear.
Rough.
Uneven.
Almost carved into the surface.
Three words.
"I WAS YOU."
Disha's eyes widened in pure horror.
Her heart slammed against her chest.
"N-no… this can't be…"
Her reflection didn't move.
It just stared.
Unblinking.
And for a split second—
She felt it.
That her reflection…
Was not copying her.
It was watching her.
A cold shiver ran down her spine.
And then—
The whisper came again.
Right behind her.
Soft.
Breathless.
Broken.
"Remember… me…"
Disha slowly turned—
But there was no one.
When she looked back at the mirror—
The words were gone.
As if they had never been there.
Only her reflection remained.
Silent.
Still.
Waiting.
---
Disha stepped back.
Her mind was no longer filled with doubt.
Now she knew.
This wasn't her imagination.
This wasn't a dream.
This was real.
And whatever it was—
It was connected to her.
Her past.
Her name.
Her death.
---
Because somewhere in the darkness—
A truth was waiting.
A truth that refused to stay buried.
And very soon—
Disha would remember everything.
Whether she wanted to…
Or not.