The squad stepped into the dark hallway that led to the washroom. The air was colder here, heavier — and each of them, though they wouldn't admit it out loud, felt an unexplained fear gnawing at their insides.
Rishi slowly panned his camera toward the long stretch ahead, the beam of its light disappearing into the black.
Aman's voice was low but firm. "Stay near. Together. Don't split."
Sameer's voice carried a nervous edge. "Bro… why do we even need to check this?"
Dev smirked faintly. "Because, bro… the ghost is calling us."
Sameer froze in place, his eyes darting down the hallway.
Dev gave him a sideways glance. "And remember — we're here to investigate, not to play hide and seek with the ghost."
As they moved ahead, the sound of their own footsteps echoed against the narrow walls — but underneath it, that drip… drip… drip… grew louder, sharper, as if it was guiding them deeper into the dark.
Every few steps, someone glanced over their shoulder. It felt like they weren't walking alone — like something unseen was stalking them from behind, its presence brushing against the back of their necks.
But whenever they turned… there was nothing.
Only the hollow hallway stretching into silence, a faint chill riding the air, and the soft whisper of cold wind weaving past broken windows.
After a few tense minutes, they reached the hand-washing area outside the washroom. The place was open, no door to shield it, only a row of cracked sinks lined against the wall, their tiles shattered into jagged fragments.
Aman raised his torch, sweeping the beam slowly across the sinks, searching for the source of the dripping sound.
Then he stopped.
From one of the cracked pipe, a thick, dark liquid was dripping steadily into the basin. It wasn't clear like water. It was dark… reddish… and it clung to the porcelain like syrup.
"Bro…" Kabir whispered, stepping closer. "What… what even is this?"
One by one, they gathered around, leaning in to get a better look. The silence was so heavy they could hear each drop hit the sink like a hammer.
Then Arjun's cold, flat voice cut through the air.
"…It's blood."
A chill surged through everyone. The flicker of curiosity in their eyes vanished instantly, replaced by sheer, creeping terror.
No one spoke. The only sound was the slow, deliberate drip… drip… drip… of blood filling the sink.
Aman crouched down, grabbed an old rag from the floor, and shoved it into the broken pipe to stop the dripping. The cloth soaked almost instantly, dark stains spreading through the fabric.
Kabir frowned, glancing at the sink. "Bro… but where did it even come from?"
Dev's smirk faded a little. "If I knew that, bro, I wouldn't be standing here quietly, would I?"
Before anyone else could speak, Arjun's cold voice cut in, calm but heavy.
"There were many who came here before us… but none of them ever returned."
The words sank into the group like ice water.
Dev turned, a flicker of annoyance in his voice. "Bro, seriously? Every time you open your mouth, you scare us more than the ghost itself."
A few nervous chuckles escaped Kabir and Rohit, but the unease lingered in the stale air.
Dev stretched his arms with a grin. "Before we go any further, I need to pee, bro."
He casually grabbed Sameer's wrist. "Come on, let's go."
Sameer jerked his hand back, frowning. "What the heck, bro? Go alone—you're not a kid."
Dev smirked. "Bro, just come with me… otherwise, go ahead alone and be the ghost's favorite."
Sameer glared but hesitated. His fear got the better of him, and he reluctantly nodded.
Just then, Kabir raised his hand. "Oi, wait up! I'm coming too—no way I'm staying out here while you two mess around."
Rohit quickly added, "Same here, bro. I'd rather stick together than stand here imagining shadows."
Dev chuckled, satisfied. With that, the four of them pushed open the door to the toilet and stepped inside, leaving the others near the sinks.
As the four of them stepped inside, Rishi called out from behind with his camera raised slightly.
"Oi, wait! You guys want me to film it? Might be fun to see how brave you really are in there."
Dev spun around with a deadpan look. "What, bro? Film what? There's nothing interesting about me peeing."
Sameer groaned, facepalming. "Rishi, seriously… you're impossible, bro."
Rishi just grinned, muttering to himself while adjusting his lens, "You never know when something creepy shows up…"
After Dev finished. He then goes to sink to wash his hands.
As Dev fixed his hair with that sly smirk, Sameer shook his head, still standing at the urinal.
"Why, bro? Why are you combing your hair? There's literally nobody here to see you."
Dev grinned, leaning toward the cracked mirror above the sink. "Who knows, bro… maybe the ghost here is a girl. I don't wanna make my first impression my last impression." He smirked.
Sameer just froze with an unexpressive expression.
Rohit burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. Kabir joined in and said with a teasing grin, "Damn bro, I never thought ghost girls would actually like you."
Dev winked at them both. "What can I say, bro… even the afterlife needs some style."
The washroom filled with their chuckles, but the faint sound of water dripping in the background still echoed unnervingly, reminding them they weren't alone.
Now, as the four of them stood in front of the mirror near the sink,
suddenly Rohit noticed something strange in their reflection.
He quickly told Dev, Kabir, and Sameer.
As they all looked, they were shocked and terrified at the same time—
because in the reflection, Kabir, Dev, and Rohit appeared clear,
but in the place of Sameer's reflection, there was only a blackish shadow-like figure.
Sameer froze. He started moving his hand,
but the reflection followed his exact movements.
Seeing this, Sameer began to panic.
Dev tried to calm him down, saying,
"Bro, it's just an old dusty mirror. Calm down, bro."
Kabir and Rohit also tried to reassure Sameer so he wouldn't panic.
But just as Sameer started to calm down,
the mirror suddenly cracked—splitting between Sameer and the other three—
and then shattered instantly.
Startled, Sameer screamed.
The others outside the toilet heard it,
and Aman shouted from outside,
"Dev! What happened, bro?"
Dev replied from inside,
"Nothing, bro… we're coming out."
The three outside immediately rushed to the door,
but no matter how hard they tried—it wouldn't open.
Rishi panned his camera toward the toilet door, whispering,
"What the hell…?"
Aman shouted,
"Dev! The door looks fine from here. Open it!"
Dev answered back, confused,
"But bro… from my side, the door is open."
Rishi muttered, "Maybe it's jammed."
Aman clenched his fists.
"Dev, stay away from the door. I'm gonna break it down."
He backed up a step, then rammed the door with his boot.
THUD!
The first kick rattled the hinges.
BANG!
The second almost cracked it open.
And then—
BOOM!
With the third kick, the door shattered and blew open violently.
Rishi, startled, zoomed in on Aman with his camera.
"Holy shit… bro, your strength… insane."
Inside, Dev and the other three rushed out.
Rohit, Kabir, and Rishi immediately grabbed Sameer,
sat him on the nearby floor,
and tried to calm him down as he shivered.
Meanwhile, Dev, Aman, and Arjun stepped a little further away.
Their faces turned serious.
Dev explained everything that had just happened inside—
his tone heavy, darker than usual.
He wasn't joking around.
It was clear…
he cared about Sameer more than anyone else in that moment.
After some time, when Sameer finally calmed down,
Rishi picked up his camera and slowly walked back into the toilet,
determined to record what had just happened.
He carefully scanned the cracked mirror and the walls through his lens.
Everything was silent. Too silent.
Suddenly—
drip
A cold drop landed on his shoulder.
He froze.
When he touched it, his fingers came back stained red.
Blood.
His heartbeat quickened.
Slowly, he panned his camera upward toward the ceiling—
and what he saw made his breath catch.
Words… written in smeared, fresh blood.
Shaking, he whispered, "Aman… Dev… Arjun… come here. Now!"
The three rushed in, concern on their faces.
"What happened, bro?" Aman asked.
But Rishi didn't answer.
He just pointed his trembling finger upward, his camera still locked on the ceiling.
The others followed his gaze.
And there it was—
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED ON THE LAST DAY?"
The bloody words stretched across the ceiling,
dripping slowly, drop after drop,
as if the question was still alive.
They slowly moved back outside, their steps unsteady,
each of them terrified by what they had just witnessed.
Outside, Rohit, Sameer, and Kabir immediately rushed to them.
"What happened, bro?" Sameer asked, still pale but concerned.
Dev exchanged glances with Aman and Arjun.
Finally, Rishi spoke, his voice low,
"We… saw something written on the ceiling. In blood."
They explained everything in detail,
and as the words sank in, the three outside grew just as terrified.
A heavy silence followed, until Rohit broke it:
"So… whatever this thing is, it wants us to know, wants to tell something about what happened on the last day."
Kabir rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"But bro… we don't even know what happened exactly.
We completed our class 12th just a few weeks before all these supernatural things began.
All we know are rumors… stories passed around… and some news from the juniors."
The group fell silent again, each of them nodding,
the weight of the mystery pressing down harder than ever.
Aman straightened up, his voice firm, almost commanding.
"Then we'll have to find out ourselves… what really happened on the last day."
Sameer frowned, his voice still shaky.
"But… how, bro? Where do we even start?"
Before Aman could answer, Rohit leaned forward, eyes sharp with thought.
"We should check the principal's office. The newspapers, the notices… there might be something there.
I'm sure the principal had papers about the incident. After all, he was the one who gave strict orders not to spread the news."
The group fell silent again, realizing that this could be their first real clue.
For the first time, the school itself seemed to pull them deeper—
as if every hallway, every locked room was guarding a piece of the truth.
As they made their way down the same path toward the principal's office, a familiar sight caught their attention.
The corridor ahead was silent… too silent. And then they noticed it—something lying on the floor, right in front of their old classroom door.
Step by step, they moved closer, their nerves tightening.
When the shadows gave way, their eyes widened.
It was the diary.
The same one they had read before.
For a moment, no one spoke. Their hearts pounded as the realization sank in—
they had left it exactly where they found it earlier. Yet somehow… it had returned.
Shock spread across their faces. The air grew colder, the silence heavier, as though the school itself had dragged the diary back… to remind them.