Saraswati High School looked ordinary during the day—
students laughing, bells ringing, teachers shouting instructions.
But at night, the school felt different.
Aarav parked his bicycle near the old boundary wall and checked the time.
9:17 PM.
"I just need to take the file," he muttered to himself.
The security guard recognized him and let him inside.
The corridor lights were dim, and the silence felt heavy.
As Aarav walked toward the basement, he heard a strange sound.
Scrrrr… scrrrr…
His steps slowed.
"No one comes here at night," he whispered.
At the end of the corridor stood a rusty iron door.
Written on it in faded paint were three words:
DO NOT OPEN.
Aarav smiled nervously.
"Just an old warning."
The moment his hand touched the handle, a cold shock ran through his body.
The door creaked open by itself.
From the darkness inside, a voice whispered—
"Aarav… you're finally here."
His blood froze.