I and Ayantan uqse to play together in school. One day, when we were going out of the class when the bell had already rang and it was time for us to go to home, I suddenly remembered that I had forgot to take my diary. I ran to my classroom to search for it. Ayantan too was there,searching for his note book. The class teacher did not notice us in the classroom and locked the door and went away. After a while, we realised that we were locked inside. We banged the door as hard as possible but it was too late. So we had to stay there.
There was a lunch box left mistakenly inside the desk by a student. We were hungry and had a hope of finding some food inside it. Our luck was a little good. There was enough food to fill up our stomachs. We had a good meal. But we were thirsty. But surprisingly, for God’s sake, there was a bottle filled with water too.
At nigh,we had to sleep on the floor,using the bags as our pillows. It was fun though,sleeping with a friend and chatting. After a while, I looked at my wrist watch. It was twelve. We realised it was time for us to sleep.
Suddenly, the lights went off. Only a very hazy dark shadow could be seen roaming around us. “W-what was it? I am feeling scared.” I said ” Huh! Girls are afraid of everything. I am not feeling scared. I am a boy!”Teased Ayantan. But the truth was he too was feeling scared. I tried to reach the switch board to switch the light on but something pushed me aside and blocked me from switching the lights on. Ayantan reached for the windows to open them so that the street lights came inside. But he too was pushed away by something. Laughter of some children filled the room. We held each other tightly,sweat was rolling down our foreheads heavily. I advised that we both should chant God’s name. So we did that. The strange happenings stopped and we fell asleep.
We were awakened by the sound of the teacher coming in. She was surprised to see us. We chanted the whole story to her but she thought we were joking. We asked for her excuse and walked to our homes, promising ourselves not to make the same mistake again. The class teacher also promised herself to check the classroom well before leaving.
We and she did not make the same mistakes again. Nobody believed our story but we knew that our school was haunted by ghosts.Spooky school.
Very nice story😉😉