“Found it!” Min, a girl with short red hair exclaims, pointing to classroom 214.

“Alright, help me open the door.” Rachel, a girl with long brown hair and black rimmed glasses, motions for her to push against the rotted and creaky door.

While the two girls worked, Marcy, the youngest of the three with long black hair in a ponytail, turns and looks around the school’s abandoned hallway. Other classroom doors weren’t nearly as worn down as 214. They all had their original paint while this one was down to the wood itself.

‘Odd…’ She muses to herself.

“There!” Min cheers as they successfully open the door. A gust of cold air rushing from the dark room . “Come on, let’s get these pictures and go home.”

The three college students are currently working on their journalism project about the abandoned female high school in the hills of Moniga. Due to financial troubles the school was forced to go close. After the recent discovery of many disappearances for students associated with classroom 214, many news reporters and journalists flocked to get the latest scoop, but nothing was ever reported.

“Just a couple of more pictures, then we can go home.” Rachel says, snapping a couple of shot of the decayed desks.

“Can we go get some coffee on the way back?” Min asks distractedly, barely looking up from her own photos.

“I doubt we’d be able to make it to class if we did, it’s already ten a.m.” Rachel points out.

While the two girl take pictures, Marcy calmly strolls around the room. If she ignored the bone chilling coldness, the smell of something rotting, and the damaged desks, it would look like any other classroom.

“Hmm…” She muses, something on the floor catching her eye. A camera. Grabbing it, Marcy turns to the girls while holding it up. “I think someone else was here.” She says.

“Huh?” Min asks, looking over. “A camera? Oh! Take a picture of us.” She exclaims, dragging Rachel over to her side.

Laughing at her friend’s antics, Marcy turns the camera on and snaps a quick photo of the two. “Honestly, the first thing you do after hearing someone lost their camera is demand to take a picture. You’ve been using Instagram too much, Min.”

After taking a picture with the yellow camera, Marcy shows the girls their photo, rolling her eyes at Min’s complaint about her hair being all messed up. Ignoring her antics, Marcy scrolls through the other pictures, only to frown in confusion.

“There are only pictures of the classroom, nobody in them.” She says.

“Maybe they were doing a story on the school like us.” Rachel muses, watching as she continues to look through the camera. “We should look for whoever owned it."

While the others were talking, Marcy had begun to feel paranoid. Remembering how students associated with this classroom would disappear. Feeling faint and her heartbeat starting to increase, Marcy edged closer to Rachel, gaining the girl’s attention.

“Are you okay? You don’t look very good.” She asks, concern lacing her voice.

“I just...I just don’t want to be here anymore.” Marcy whispers, her eyes darting around the room quickly.

Sharing a look with Min, Rachel nods. “It’s okay, we’ll go now.”

Taking the hint, Min nods and wraps an arm around Marcy’s shoulders. “Yeah, we have enough that we don’t need to come back here again.”

Still silent, the youngest nods and allows the other two to lead her to the door. Making their way out of the dimly lit school and into the bright sunlight, they begin to feel a sense of calm. The school’s building looming behind their backs.

After an exhausting day of lectures and tests, the three girls forgo their usual meet up time in order to head home for some much needed rest. In her dormitory bedroom, well into the night, Marcy hooks up the yellow camera to her laptop and scans through the pictures.

All of them empty. Not a single trace of anyone or anything in them. Just an image of an empty classroom. Curious, she continues to scroll through them until she comes across the photo of her friends.. Only….There’s something wrong.

There’s no sign of Rachel.

Standing in the photo is Min. Clearly it’s her smiling into the camera, but no sign of Rachel. Paranoid, Marcy fumbles with her phone and calls Rachel, only to have it go straight to voicemail.

“Come on!” She mutters, calling Min this time. Anxiously waiting for her to answer, she stands up and starts to pace around her room.

Finally, after what felt like hours, she answers to the phone. “What’s up?” Min asks, her voice sounding muffled.

“Min? When we took that picture at the school, Rachel was in it, right?” Marcy asks worriedly

“Uh, yeah. I was standing right next to her. Why?” Min asks.

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“I just looked at it and I can’t find her in it. It’s only you!”

There’s a thump on the other line. “Man.” Min mumbles. “Sorry, I just dropped my keys. Maybe you didn’t get her in frame. It was dark in the room when we looked at it.”

“That’s impossible! I could have sworn…” Marcy trails off, her eyes wide as she stares at the laptop. “Min…..Where are you right now?”

“I’m in the parking lot at work. Why?” She asks.

Heart pounding in her ears, Marcy collapses on the bed, her eyes still glued to the screen. The image of Min smiling cheerfully at the camera. But that wasn’t what was causing Marcy to be terrified.

No, it was the girl in white standing behind Min that caused her to panic.

“Min…” Marcy whispers, her voice hoarse. “You need to go home.”

“Huh?” She replies, her voice muffled even more as static fills the room. “You’re breaking up.”

“You need to go home! We weren’t the only ones in that room!” Marcy yells hysterically.

“Wh-....Can’t….Who….”

It’s silent on the other line, static the only thing heard. Struggling to remain calm, Marcy gets up and paces around the room.

“Min? Come on, now is not the time for you to be playing jokes.” She pleads, not wanting to believe this was happening.

“.....back….”

Frozen in place, barely breathing, Marcy shuts her eyes. “....Hello?” She whispers.

“.....PUT IT BACK!”

“Ah!” Marcy screams, ending the call and throwing her phone across the room.

Eyes wide, she struggles to get a grip when she notices something out of the corner of her eye. Turning slowly, Marcy muffles her scream behind her hand at the sight before her. In the photo, in Min’s place stands a girl with long black hair, a tattered white gown, and barefoot.

Pointing straight at the camera.

Urgent, she snatches her camera and phone, sprinting out the door. Going towards where this all started.

The school is completely pitch black. Nothing visible. Using her phone, Marcy lights her path as she sprints up to the third floor and down the familiar hallway.

Slamming the door open, she runs in and slams the camera on the same desk.

“I-I put it back.” She whimpers hysterically, backing towards the door. “So please...P-please-!”

BANG!

“No!” She screams, running towards the locked door. Slamming her hands on it, she struggles to open it. “Please! I put it back like you asked!” She begs, tears running down her face.

Footsteps are heard behind her. She freezes. Not moving a muscle as they get closer… and closer….and closer….until they stop right behind her.

Struggling to not make a noise, Marcy turns around slowly. Her hands shaking as she stifles a horrified scream.

The familiar girl standing in front of her. A terrifying smile on her face that reveals sharp fangs, her soulless eyes oozing black liquid. The girl’s voice sickly sweet as she opens her mouth.

“Good bye.”

The Picture