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Maplewood Hostel had always been a place of friendship, laughter, and late-night talks. For six best friends, it was their home away from home. But as the new school year begins, an unsettling feeling lingers in the air. Strange occurrences, forgotten whispers, and unanswered questions begin to surface. Some names are remembered, some are lost to time—but one name was never meant to be left behind.

A Name Left Behind

The hostel had never been this quiet. Even the usual late-night whispers had disappeared. The death of a student had shaken everyone, but the school refused to call it murder. "An accident," they insisted. "A tragic mistake."

That night, the hallway was nearly empty. Most students had locked themselves in their rooms, avoiding the hallways. Even the air felt heavier, as if the walls themselves were holding a secret.

In Room 306, Lemon sat with her friends, the dim light casting shadows across their faces.

"This doesn't feel right," Hazel muttered, hugging her knees. "How does someone just… fall into a water tank?"

"They don't," Riley said. "And why did they rush to clean everything up? No police, no investigation—just straight to 'accident'?"

"They don't want trouble," Scarlett muttered. "If this gets out, Maplewood's reputation is ruined."

A sharp knock at the door made them jump.

Lemon sighed before opening it. The warden stood there, her face was dark.

"It's past 8:30. Lights out soon. No roaming around."

"Yes, ma'am," Lemon said, watching as the warden disappeared down the hall.

Hazel scoffed. "Curfew was 9 before. Why change it now?"

"They're scared," Scarlett muttered. "They don't want anyone wandering around."

Lemon leaned back against her bed. "Something tells me it's not over yet."

The next morning, the screams came again.

The six jumped from their bed, their heart racing. The cries echoed from the second floor, growing louder by the second.

Rushing outside, they saw a wave of students running towards downstairs, the four students room- Room 214.

The students rushed inside the room, they saw a girl kneeling on the floor, crying and repeating one name—"Sophia... Sophia..." As everyone gathered around, the wardens and teachers arrived, asking what had happened. With a trembling hand, she pointed toward the closet. "Sophia... she's in there..."

Ms. Patel came closer to the closet and opened the door.

"S-she's dead," Another of their roommate said trembling.

Inside, between the hanging uniforms in the closet, was another girl. Her lifeless body slumped forward, arms limp, her head tilted at an unnatural angle. The white of her uniform was now deep red.

Lemon stepped back. "No… this can't be happening."

"This is not an accident," Autumn whispered, her face pale.

The Second Nightmare