Kiera_Saraogi

Harper Quinn returns to Bellridge Academy after a week of unexplained absence. There’s just one problem: no one remembers her.
Not her old friends.
Not the teachers.
Not even the school records.

She insists she were in Room 13A—but it doesn’t exist. The hallway ends before it reaches that number. Maps skip it. Staff claim it never did. But Harper remembers the soft hum at night, the scribbled symbols on the ceiling, and the girl who used to whisper, “Don’t fall asleep.”

Now Harper is caught in a riddle of memory and time.
Strange fragments of the past flicker through her mind—conversations she had, friends , books with her handwriting inside, and old photographs where her face is just... gone.

The deeper she searches, the more terrifying the truth becomes.....

Room 13A

For the first time in weeks, no alarms blared. No mirrors whispered. No rooms vanished behind her back.

But Harper couldn't shake the weight in her chest. The courtyard of Bellridge Academy, usually filled with the distant hum of voices and rustling trees, now felt… watchful. Like the school itself was holding its breath.

She sat on the edge of the fountain, knees pulled to her chest, the notebook resting beside her–Katherine's diary, burned at the corners from the system reboot, but intact.

Jamie stood a few feet away, talking to Eliot and a few others who had remembered everything. Their voices were low, urgent. Planning.

And yet, Harper couldn't stop staring at the old science building.

Because the cracks in its windows were still shaped like symbols.

The system collapse hadn't reset the school–it had revealed it. Hidden layers of the architecture had begun emerging. Secret staircases. Forgotten rooms. Rooms without doors. Places that even Jamie admitted he couldn't explain.

The door remained, but when Harper opened it, the room was hollow. Clean. No furniture. No markings. Like it had served its purpose and was waiting for what came next.

She'd stood in that doorway for ten minutes earlier that morning.

But Katherine never came. For the first time she slept without any whispers but the nightmares still present still she was waking every other hour thinking just now something is gonna happen...

By next morning she went and plopped down near the fountain of the backyard jamie seeing and observing her from not afar thinking whether to join or give her privacy

Jamie finnally after contemplating for 5 minutes joined her by the fountain, dropping down beside her with a sigh.

He smiled faintly. "Barely. My dreams are still… messy. But I remember them now. That's something."

Jamie glanced sideways at her. "The others are starting to talk about leaving. Not just school–leaving leaving. There's a rumor that Bellridge wasn't the only place like this."

Her head snapped toward him. "You mean there are more Rooms?"

"Maybe." He shrugged. "Or maybe it was just Bellridge, and it infected everything around it."

Harper frowned. "This place still feels wrong."

Jamie looked around the courtyard, nodding slowly. "Because it is. You don't break a system like that without consequences."

That night, Harper returned to the hallway.

The same hallway where she first noticed Room 13A had vanished. Where her name had started disappearing. Where the ceiling lights had whispered Katherine's warnings through flickers.

Her shoes echoed softly on the tiled floor. The silence was deeper now–like the school was sleeping, not lurking.

She stopped in front of the mirror that had once shown her a smile that didn't belong.

The scar on her arm–the one from last summer–was gone.

She pulled back her sleeve. Smooth skin. No mark.

Because only one version of Harper didn't have that scar.

She ran to her dorm, tearing through Katherine's diary until she found it–the very last page. One she hadn't noticed before. Folded tightly against the back cover.

Chapter 30 Consequences