July 27th – Midnight
Dev and his friend entered the old school washroom. The tiles were cracked, and the lights flickered faintly.
"I don't know why we even came here," Dev's friend whispered, leaning against the wall.
"Relax," Dev said. "It's fine. Just a little late-night walk."
Suddenly, the lights flickered violently. The buzzing sound made them jump, but they laughed it off.
"See? Nothing happened," Dev said.
He glanced at his friend. "I'm going inside. Wait outside, I'll be out soon."
His friend nodded and leaned against the wall. Dev stepped inside the washroom, the door creaking behind him.
Everything was silent. Then… a voice. Soft. Whispering.
"Shh… shhh… D…ev…"
Dev froze. His heart raced. He spun around, trying to see who said it. The tiles reflected only his own face.
He shook his head. "It's nothing… just my imagination," he muttered.
He reached for the door handle to call his friend. But the washroom was empty. The floor was bare. No sound. No one.
Fear gripped him. He ran to the door. It was locked.
And then… it opened on its own. Slowly.
Dev hesitated, but curiosity pushed him forward. He stepped closer—and a shadow hand shot out from the darkness, grabbing his wrist. The shadows swallowed him, pulling him inside.
Present Day – September 12th – College Cafeteria
Steve and Tom sat at a table, eating lunch.
"So… did you hear about the missing students?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, but who cares? It's probably nothing," Steve replied, cutting a piece of sandwich.
Suddenly, a girl entered. Amrin—Steve's crush. But she wasn't single. She was Raiyan's girlfriend, Steve's rival.
Steve noticed her, but he didn't care. He pushed his chair back. "I'm done here," he muttered and walked away.
Meanwhile – Old Abandoned City
The place where Dev and the group of friends disappeared was still being searched.
Special detective teams combed the streets, looking for any sign of life. One of them, John, specialized in tracking and investigation. But even he found nothing—no footprints, no traces, nothing.
Some people whispered, "It must be paranormal."
John shook his head. "Nonsense. Ghosts don't exist. We'll find a clue… eventually."
But no clue appeared. The city remained silent, watching.
Present Day – College Balcony
Steve stood on the balcony, taking a deep breath. The cool air felt good against his skin.
A voice spoke beside him. "Seems like you're lost in thought, huh?"
Steve turned. Alisa stood there, smiling.
"Well… it's not like that," Steve said.
"Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking right now," Alisa replied.
Steve shook his head. "It's nothing, Alisa."
She ignored him and walked away. Steve muttered under his breath, "Hell nah, I'm not interested in any girl right now."
His eyes wandered—and froze.
Beside the library, a door stood silently. He hadn't seen it before. The wood was old, worn, and the carvings were faint but strange. A chill ran down his spine.
Steve stepped closer. "I've never seen this…"
He reached for the handle. Just as his fingers touched the cold wood, a voice called behind him.
"Hey dude! Let's go, class is over today!"
It was Tom.
Steve jerked his head back. "Yeah… yeah, I'm coming."
But as Tom walked away, Steve couldn't take his eyes off the door.
It seemed… alive. Whispering secrets he couldn't understand. And somewhere in the shadows, the faintest flicker of movement passed across the door, like someone—or something—was waiting.
Steve swallowed hard. The hairs on his arms stood on end. He knew one thing: he shouldn't open it… but something made him want to.
The wind whispered through the library windows.
And the door creaked.
Slowly.
Steve's hand hovered over the handle. The shadows around the door shifted… as if they were alive, waiting for him. And somewhere deep inside, a whisper called his name.