A Haunted School

Whispers From The Dorm

“Get back to your lectures and stop roaming the school compound like a wild beast that has lost its way in the forest,” Mr. Smith murmured. His stout figure and scary brown moustache commanded attention. As the principal of the institution for almost ten years, he knew the school and its students well, making it difficult for them to misbehave. However, the current final-year students had proven him wrong, making the school management’s job increasingly challenging.

At the staff briefing that day, after Mr. Smith had escorted some students to their classes, he complained, “I’ve never seen a tougher class than the present final-year students.”

The principal, Mr. Adam Smith, was a fearful and childish man, and his ideas and methods were often silly. If not for his assistant, Mr. Ahmed—a Nigerian Muslim—the situation might have been worse. Mr. Ahmed had suggested finding ways to address the “evil spirits” in the students.

During a meeting with departmental heads, the school’s student coordinator, Mr. Ahmed, reported on his research about the dormitories, students, housemasters, and matrons.

“Housemasters and matrons have reported good and rule-abiding students who have not caused any trouble and live in peace in their dormitories. However, there are contradicting reports from anonymous sources, including a student, about incidents such as stabbing, forced sleep on cold wet tiles, and humiliation. We need to find a solution.”

Mr. Smith began to speak, but Lady Wyatt, head of the History Department, interrupted him.

“How about actually looking into these cases deeply? Every bit of everything builds the future history and story of this place. Hiding behind walls isn’t going to help. We need to take the bull by the horns and address this issue. After all, we haven’t had any serious cases yet.”

Mr. Einstein added, “Should we wait until we have dead bodies before we say we’ve had enough? No! Not to mention the paranormal incident that happened in a class after I left. The boy involved claimed that—”

Mr. Smith interrupted, “We may talk about that later. I can’t believe a student had the guts to take Mrs. Wyatt’s phone and text another staff member, calling her a ‘Mandrill.’ What the hell is this school turning into? I scolded them for that incident, but a fight still broke out. I believe, deep down, that these students have been at odds for a while.”

The discussion continued, with more arguments and concerns raised, until an intriguing phone call came in.

Lady Wyatt added, “We need to get to the root of this problem. Are we dealing with a case of bullying, or is something more sinister at play?”

Mr. Einstein nodded in agreement. “I’ve seen some strange behaviour from some of the students, and I think we need to investigate further.”

Mr. Ahmed suggested, “Perhaps we should set up a committee to look into these incidents and come up with a plan to address them.”

Mr. Smith agreed. “Yes, that’s a good idea. We need to take this seriously and ensure that our students feel safe and supported.”

Just then, the phone on Mr. Smith’s desk rang. He answered it, listened for a moment, and then exclaimed, “What? That’s terrible! We’ll be right there.”

He hung up the phone and turned to the others. “That was the school nurse. There’s been another incident. A student has been found unconscious in the dormitory. We need to get there right away.”

The group quickly dispersed, heading to the dormitory to investigate and offer support. As they walked, they couldn’t help but wonder what was going on—and how they could stop it.

As they arrived at the dormitory, they saw a crowd of students gathered outside, looking worried and scared. The school nurse, Mrs. Johnson, was inside, tending to the unconscious student.

Mr. Smith and the others rushed inside and saw the student—a boy—lying on the bed, pale and still. Mrs. Johnson was checking his pulse and breathing.

“What happened?” Mr. Smith asked, his voice firm but concerned.

“I’m not sure,” Mrs. Johnson replied. “He was found like this by his roommate. No one saw or heard anything unusual.”

Mr. Ahmed examined the room, looking for any clues. “There’s no sign of struggle or forced entry. It’s as if he just collapsed.”

Lady Wyatt spoke up, “We need to talk to the other students—see if anyone noticed anything unusual.”

Mr. Einstein nodded. “And we need to check the school’s security cameras to see if they caught anything.”

As the investigation continued, they discovered that the student—Damien—had been researching the school’s history and had stumbled upon some dark secrets. He had been acting strange and withdrawn in the days leading up to his collapse.

“Damien was a curious student,” his roommate said. “He was always digging up old books and documents. I didn’t think much of it, but now I wonder if he uncovered something he shouldn’t have.”

Mr. Ahmed nodded. “We need to see what he was working on. Maybe it’ll give us a clue about what happened to him.”

They searched Damien’s room and found a hidden diary. Inside, they discovered a document titled The Truth About St. Michael’s.

As they read through the document, they realized that Damien had discovered a secret—one that someone would kill to keep hidden.

“We need to be careful,” Mr. Smith said, his voice low and serious. “If someone is willing to harm Damien to keep some nasty secrets, they won’t hesitate to come after us too.”