The corridor was silent, only their shaky breaths echoing against the broken walls. The diary lay on the floor, just outside their old classroom, as if it had been waiting for them.
Rohit, who had read it earlier, stepped forward slowly. His hand trembled as he bent down and picked it up. But the moment his fingers touched the leather cover, he froze.
"…It feels… different," Rohit whispered, his eyes narrowing.
"What do you mean different?" Sameer asked, glancing around nervously.
"The weight… it's heavier than before."
Aman crossed his arms, his voice firm. "Maybe there's something hidden inside."
Rohit swallowed hard and carefully opened the diary. At first, everything looked normal—the same last page he had read earlier. But as he turned over a few more pages, his eyes widened.
Smudges of dark, dried blood covered the paper. Fingerprints. Scratches. As if someone had clawed through the pages in desperation.
His breath grew shallow, his body trembling.
"Rohit? What happened, bro? Why are you shaking?" Kabir stepped closer, concern etched on his face.
Rohit didn't answer. He just kept flipping until finally he stopped, his hands shaking uncontrollably. Slowly, almost unwillingly, he turned the diary outward for everyone to see.
And in that moment…
Everyone froze. Their eyes widened in shock.
Rishi's camera light flickered as he whispered,"Everything… I'm still recording everything." His voice was shaky, but he kept the lens fixed on the diary, unwilling to miss a single detail.
The bloodied page stared back at them, the word carved in dripping red:
HELP!!
The letters looked like they had been written with torn fingernails, uneven, desperate, the blood soaked deep into the paper.
Sameer's voice cracked as he muttered,"B-Bro… who wants help from us…? Someone's… still here?"
For a moment, silence fell. The air itself seemed heavier, pressing on their chests.
Then Dev broke into a low giggle, his usual cocky smirk spreading across his face."Or maybe…" he leaned closer, whispering dramatically, "…some girl ghost wants our help."
He tapped his chest confidently, his grin widening."In that case, boys, I'll go first."
Kabir immediately smacked the back of his head, whispering harshly,"Shut up, idiot! This is not the time to flirt with dead people!"
Even in the tense atmosphere, a few nervous chuckles escaped. But the blood on the pages… remained very, very real.
Aman leaned forward, his voice barely a whisper."Rohit… turn more pages. Maybe something else is written."
Rohit hesitated, his fingers trembling as he pinched the corner of the page. The paper felt damp… sticky… like it was still wet with blood.
One by one, he flipped through.Scratch marks. Smears. Half-written words fading into nothingness.
The others huddled closer, their eyes glued to the diary as if it held the only truth of this cursed school.
Everyone… except Arjun.
Arjun didn't even glance at the book. Instead, his gaze was fixed down the dark hallway, the one leading straight to the principal's office.
The shadows seemed to stretch and bend unnaturally there, and from within that blackness, a faint crimson glow pulsed.
Arjun's lips curled into a twisted, almost hungry smile. His eyes reflected the red light faintly, glowing like embers in the night.
Rishi, still recording, caught a glimpse through his camera lens. For a split second, Arjun's face on the screen didn't look like him at all—it looked distorted, stretched, with that evil smirk carved unnaturally wide.
Rishi blinked, lowering the camera. Arjun looked normal again.But deep down… he knew what he saw but thought that it's just a hallucination in his mind.
Rohit's voice grew weaker with each word as he read the shaky writing aloud.
"Don't know what happened to few students, teach….. they don't look normal… possessed… killing others… nobody can stop them… help someone… there is something happened… Art room…"
The words trailed off into smudges of blood and torn edges. Silence blanketed the group as Rohit lowered the diary, his hands trembling.
Kabir broke it with a nervous laugh."Looks like it's about the last day of the school, bro."
Rishi crouched slightly, adjusting his lens, recording each face in turn. He whispered to himself,"Different angles… this is real… this is gold…"
Rohit exhaled sharply, trying to make sense of it."This… tells very little. Some lines are torn, and it's written in such a weird way… no beginning, no end. Almost like… like a student scribbled it in their final moments."
A chill rippled through everyone. They began whispering, imagining what kind of chaos must have unfolded here. Screams echoing in the hallways, friends turning on each other, and blood-stained classrooms.
Rohit shut the diary with a snap—
THUD!
Something fell out, sliding across the dusty floor.
Everyone froze.
Rohit bent down slowly, his fingers brushing against the edge of a folded note. Unlike the diary's bloodied pages, this was written in ink—shaky, hurried, but human.
His eyes widened."Another note… but… this one's with pen."
The group exchanged uneasy glances, the atmosphere thickening with dread.
Dev leaned forward, smirking."Read it, bro."
Rohit nodded, unfolded the note, and glanced at the corner."There's a date… wait… this was written two or three days before all these supernatural incidents started."
Everyone's eyes snapped toward him, curiosity replacing fear for just a moment.
Rohit licked his lips, and continued reading aloud:"Today, in our art class… a girl named Anaya made a drawing. It wasn't normal… it was some strange, circular figure. The moment you looked at it… it gave… creepy vibe."
The group leaned in unconsciously, Rishi's camera trembling slightly in his hands.
"She said she wanted to prank the teacher. But when sir looked at the drawing… he didn't yell. He froze. His face turned pale—like he was terrified of something only he could saw in that drawing.Minutes later, he started sweating, holding his head. He left the school that day… on a half-day leave. Ill."
Sameer then said in the middle, "That Art Teacher, died on the next day unexpectedly and no one knows how. "
Rohit then continues..
The air seemed to grow heavier as Rohit read slower.
"Don't know what happened to sir after that. But… that drawing… there was something wrong about it. The girl laughed and said it was just a prank… but… I don't think so."
Rohit slowly lowered the note, his voice trailing off."That's the end."
For a moment, no one spoke. Only the faint creaks of the old building echoed back at them.
Dev leaned back with a half-smirk.
"So… after that day… everything started."
Sameer nodded slowly, eyes darting around the room.
"Yeah bro… all these supernatural things… they're not random. They're connected. To that drawing."
A chill silence settled. Rishi whispered, almost to himself, "The art room… the diary… the students… all of it began from there." His camera lens zoomed in on the diary pages, then the fallen note, like even the camera wanted proof.
Aman's jaw tightened.
"Then we don't have a choice. If we want answers… we need to solve the mystery of the last day." He glanced at the others, his voice low and steady.
"And to do that… we need to know what's in the principal's office."
For a second, everyone froze—because the dark hallway leading there stretched like a mouth waiting to swallow them.
And in the back, Arjun was still staring down that very hallway… his lips curling into an evil smirk, eyes glowing faintly red.
The squad walked slowly down the dim hallway, their footsteps echoing against the cracked tiles.
Rishi's camera began to flicker, the screen flashing static for a moment.
"Not now…" he muttered, smacking it lightly.
Thud!
The image steadied for a second, then glitched again.
Kabir chuckled nervously, "Bro, looks like your camera gave up before you did."
But before anyone could reply, the temperature dropped. Their breath turned white in the cold air. The corridor felt unnaturally silent—no wind, no distant creaks, nothing.
Sameer squinted ahead. For a split second, a tall, shadowy figure glided across the hallway and slipped behind a cracked pillar. His heart skipped.
"B-Bro… did you see that?" he whispered, pointing.
The others turned, confused. "See what?" Aman asked sharply.
"I swear… something just moved there. A shadow… like it was watching us."
Dev narrowed his eyes, scanning the pillar.
"At first I thought you're trippin', Sameer… but…" he adjusted his grip on the flashlight, "fine. We check it. Together."
The squad slowly advanced, every step creaking louder than the last.
As they crept closer to the pillar, the hallway grew so quiet they could hear the pounding rhythm of each other's hearts. The silence itself was suffocating.
Dev raised his torch slowly, his hand trembling just a little. The pale beam swept across the other side of the pillar—
…Nothing. Just cracked tiles and dust.
Dev exhaled sharply, a grin on his face."Bro, you're just hallucinating. Chill."
The others began to relax, turning their eyes away—
And that's when it happened.
Right behind them, a tall, skinny creature stood unnaturally close, its neck bent at a horrifying angle, its grin stretched far too wide across its distorted face. Its hollow eyes glistened with something inhuman.
For a split second, its jagged teeth clacked together in delight.
Sameer's scream tore through the silence."AAAAHHHHH!"
The others spun around, saw the creature, and pure panic erupted. Everyone screamed at once, scattering in different directions down the dark hallway.
Rishi's camera fell.
The camera hits the ground, still recording sideways — catching shaky footage of everyone screaming, scattering, and running for their lives. Their panicked voices echo.
In the chaos, one figure doesn't move.
Arjun stands still. Calm. His red eyes glow faintly in the dim corridor.
The creature twitches, staring at him. Its grin fades. Its skeletal frame bends slightly as if in fear. A guttural growl escapes it,
The creature, which was supposed to be terrifying them, suddenly twitches and steps back. Its creepy grin fades, and in a distorted growl, it bows its head down as if submitting to him.
Creature (distorted voice): "...Forgive… me…"
The footage is tilted. In the shaky frame, Arjun stands motionless while the distorted creature twitches before him.
Arjun's red eyes narrow. He tilts his head slightly — his expression more aggressive, more primal.
Creature (hissing, distorted): "N-no… please…"
Arjun clenches his fist. The camera's mic picks up the chilling sound of his knuckles cracking.
He suddenly lunges forward — a brutal punch connects with the creature's skull. The screen catches its face twisting in agony as its body shatters into dust, scattering into the air like ash. Silence follows.
[The camera still rolls]
The empty corridor echoes only with the faint hum of wind. Slowly… footsteps approach.
Arjun's shoes come into the tilted frame. Step by step. Frame by frame. The red glow in his eyes dimming with each stride.
Finally, he kneels down. His face enters the frame for just a second — first the glowing eyes, then flickering back to normal human ones.
Arjun stares directly into the lens with a cold, unreadable expression… then calmly picks the camera up. The recording cuts.
[Scene – A dim corridor, flickering tube lights]
Sameer, Dev, and Rishi stumble into a corner, panting heavily. Their chests heave, still shaken from the jump scare.
Sameer (still catching breath): "W-what… what the hell was that thing?!"
Dev (smirking slightly, trying to act tough): "Your… friend."
Sameer glares at him, not amused. Rishi, meanwhile, is frantically checking his hands, realizing something's missing.
Rishi (panicked): "Bro… my camera! My camera is gone!"
Dev (shrugging, sarcastic tone): "Don't worry, bro… we'll find it later. Let the ghost enjoy your camera for now."
Rishi freezes, then snaps at him.
Rishi (angrily): "Are you serious, Dev?! That camera is my everything!"
Dev just smirks, brushing it off. Sameer, looking tense, suddenly realizes something.
Sameer: "Bro… where are the others?"
Dev (looking around, his smile fading): "…Seems like we got split."
A loud thud echoes from somewhere nearby, like someone falling over. All three freeze on the spot.
Sameer (wide-eyed): "What was that…?"
Dev (deadpan, smirking): "Your brain."
Sameer instantly snaps at him.
Sameer: "Bro, seriously?! You think this is the time for your stupid jokes?!"
Dev (mocking tone): "Relax, hero. If something wanted to kill us, we'd already be dead."
The two start arguing back and forth, voices low but heated. Rishi, trembling, keeps glancing around nervously.
Sameer (firmly): "We shouldn't stay here for long. This place isn't safe."
Rishi suddenly notices a half-open door at the corner of the hallway. A faint draft seeps through it, making the hinges creak softly.
Rishi (pointing): "Look! That room's open. We should hide in there… at least for some time."
Sameer quickly nods. Dev, still smirking, shrugs like he doesn't care.
Dev: "Fine. But if a ghost's in there, you're the one making friends with it."
Now they slowly push the door and enter the room.