The school at the edge of the village had been closed for twenty years. Its broken windows stared like empty eyes, and the rusted gate screamed whenever
the wind touched it. Everyone warned Aarav not to go inside, but curiosity is louder than fear.
One rainy evening, Aarav stepped through the gate. The corridors smelled of dust and rot. Old classrooms were filled with broken desks,
and the blackboards still carried faint chalk marks, as if lessons had never ended. Suddenly, the bell rang.
There was no electricity.
Footsteps echoed behind him. Aarav turned and saw children standing in the hallway,
their uniforms torn, faces pale, eyes dark and hollow. They smiled—slow, unnatural smiles.
“Class is not over,” they whispered.
Aarav ran toward the exit, but the doors slammed shut. The walls began to bleed black stains,
and the bell rang again, louder this time. From the principal’s office came a shadow, tall and twisted, dragging chains. It spoke in a broken voice, “No one leaves during class.”
The next morning, the villagers found the gate open.
Aarav was never seen again. Sometimes, when night falls, the bell rings from the
abandoned school—and one more student answers the call.
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