Ashgrove High is the oldest school in town. Its exteriors gave out a mystery and foreboding vibe that no matter the paint used to beautify it the building still maintains its eerie aura.
Some students believe that the school is hunted and even created a club in other to prove it. But some have learned to embrace its spooky appearance and Mysterious past.
Before the summer break, all students were looking forward to enjoying the long vacation away from the school premises. But now the atmosphere is different the students are happy to be back. Happy to see some of their schoolmates who travelled out of town for the holiday. Some were even happy to be back because of how boring they were at home throughout the holiday.
But this happiness doesn’t always last. I give it a week or two their excitement will be replaced with dread.
The school bus parked at the end of the parking lot offloading its passengers. Miranda was the last to get off the bus. Her clothes and hair were dried like it was never wet in the first place. She was walking through the parking lot, heading to the school building when she spotted the car that wanted to ruin her first day of school.
She began walking towards the car and at the same time imagining the kinds of damage she could inflict on it. But she was awakened from her imagination when a familiar voice called her.
“Mimi!”
She looked away from the car to a red-haired girl that waved in her direction. The girl wore clothes that the thrift stores in Ashgrove can’t sell and wore boots that looked so expensive Miranda thought she must be crazy for wearing them on the moody ground.
Miranda walked up to her. “Hey, Taylor.” Taylor hugged Miranda. something Miranda isn’t too much of a fan of. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Missed you too. How was Japan?”
“Beautiful. The air there is better than anywhere else. I wish your uncle lets you come with me. It would have been way fun.”
“I know.” She gave a sad expression on her face.
The girls began to walk towards the school building. “Oh before I forget did you hear about the new principal?”
“New Principal?”
“Yea, someone announced it on the group chat that they created for us Sophomore seniors.” Taylor saw the confusion on her friend’s face. “Mimi this is why I always tell you to socialize more. So you wouldn’t miss out on important matters happening in school. Are you even on the group chat?”
“No.”
Taylor sighed heavily “Ok I will tell the group admin to add you. You don’t need to talk if you don’t want to.”
“Ok. Thanks.”
“It’s not Ok. Thanks. This is our sophomore year as seniors. This is the time to go wild, have fun, meet new people, have a boyfriend and have sex.”
Some students glared in their direction when Taylor mentioned ‘sex’. “Yea like you guys are still virgins,” she tells the students. “What I am trying to say is let this academic year be different for you. Loosing up. We have been friends for two years, but it feels like I barely know you.”
Miranda didn’t know what to say. Knowing who she was she tried not to get close to anyone in other for them not to find out her secret. The first she met Taylor was her first day of attending Ashgrove High. She walked into the principal’s secretary’s office and noticed a red-haired girl seated at the end of a bench waiting to be called into the principal’s office.
She sat on the bench, the girls did not speak to each other. and a few minutes later, a chubby lady carrying two files walked out of the principal’s office. “Oh, you are finally here.” Talking to Miranda. “The principal would like to see you girls now.”
After a brief talk with the principal, they were left to fend for themselves in the school. There was this eerie vibe that Taylor sensed from Miranda that got curious. Miranda was the type she had not seen before, usually, the kind of girls she hangs out with were the ones that wear the latest clothing brand. But since they were both new students and share the same class, she thought she could stick to her till she was able to adapt to her new school. Taylor thought it would be simple that every person would want to hang out with her, but Miranda was someone different. She flat out told her “No.” when Taylor asked if she could hang out with her after school.
Made her interested in her more. It took a while for Miranda to be comfortable around Taylor. When she finally did both girls were always together. Even with that Miranda tries to keep her distance.
I wish I could tell you what I am but I fear things would turn out differently
Taylor was scrolling through her phone trying to find the one picture of their hot new Principal. As she complains about the number of photos on her phone, Miranda noticed something at the far end corner of the school building. She saw Zikki’s pals pulling a student away from everyone’s view. She knew what they were going to do to him. Irritated and annoyed, she picks the perfect damage to inflict on Chris’s car.
As they were heading close to the entrance door, Miranda closes her eyes and imagines her target’s car. It felt like time stopped as she spoke some words out of her mouth. All the windows of the car began to crack which eventually made a loud sound as the windows shattered to pieces.
The sound from the glass and the siren from the car shook the students outside. “The Ghost of Ashgrove high has struck again.” A student shouts running towards the scene with a camera in hand. Someone signalled the boys at the far end corner and the driver raced down in panic. Miranda watches as they run towards the car, pushing anyone that was in their way. She gave a smile when Chris had his hands on his head, frustrated.
“What just happened?” Shocked Taylor finally spoke.
“I guess the ghost of the school didn’t like where he parked.” Taylor was not sure what was disturbing the most, the thing with the car or that she just saw her unfazed friend smirk a bit.
“Let us go inside.” Miranda guides her friend into the building.
They are four Info-board scattered inside the school building. There was one close to the entrance another far down the hallway and two more on the first floor. It was done this way to avoid students clustering the Info-board close to the entrance and obstructing the flow of students passing. Yet the majority of the students prefer to view their names and the class they would be in for the whole academic year.
Miranda and her friend were not ready to push their way through the sea of students to find their names. Rather they walked up the stairs, into a hall in search of one of the two info boards. They noticed a group of students checking something and it was the board. It got to their turn to check Taylor scanned the list. The class they were to enter is Class 5. But class 5 was divided into Class A, B, C, and D. in an effort to reduce the number of students in one class. Taylor couldn’t find her name in the A class but eventually saw hers in the B class.
“Class B. Ok. Let’s look for yours.” She goes through the same class in hopes to see her friend’s name. “It is not in Class B.”
“What’s not in Class B?”
“your name.” She sighed in disbelief “I didn’t see it in class B.”
“Are you sure?”
“I have seen it now.” Her fingers place on the name ‘Miranda Lewis’ “You are in Class D”
“Class D?” she walked up to the board to confirm herself.
“It’s like the ghost of Ashgrove High is upon us as well. It has succeeded to separate us for the first time since we started attending this school.” Taylor slowly felt frustrated. “Who will I copy my homework from? Who am I going to depend on during tests or even exams?”
While Taylor was busy asking herself frustrating questions Miranda could feel her heart racing fast. She had mixed feelings of excitement and concern. The two names she recognized on the list of students in class D apart from hers gave her mixed feelings of excitement and concern. The two names were Zikki Anderson and the other was his Ex Faith Abel.
In The class. Miranda hesitantly stepped into the noisy classroom, but as soon as her classmates saw her, the room fell silent. The weight of their stares felt like a physical pressure on her, and for the first time, she felt exposed and vulnerable. It was a feeling she wouldn't have noticed if Taylor, her friend, were still by her side. The classroom was almost at maximum capacity, with only two empty tables available at the back - one by the window. Miranda headed for the table by the window, hoping that being able to gaze outside would provide some much-needed mental relief when the class became too much to bear. As she pulled out her chair and sat down, Miranda took a moment observing how everyone was engaged in conversations with each other. Faith Abel's voice rang out, her laughter echoing across the room as she talked with her seatmate and friend, Lady P. Miranda couldn't help but stare, feeling envious as she watched the popular girls effortlessly socializing. When Faith c
The bell was about to ring, signaling the end of the class, when Mr. Sam made an announcement. "I'm sure you've all heard by now that we have a new principal," he said. Some of the students, particularly the girls, couldn't help but smile in excitement. They tried to keep their reactions in check, not wanting to draw the attention of their crazy math teacher. Instead, they exchanged knowing glances with each other.Zikki's eyes wandered over to Miranda's table. Unlike the other girls, she didn't seem the least bit thrilled. But that was typical of Miranda. She was never one to follow the crowd. Zikki couldn't help but admire her for that.Sensing that someone was watching their table, Chandler turned to meet Zikki's gaze. The boys quickly averted their gaze when they realized they had been holding it longer than it was socially acceptable.Avatar Sam's high pitched voice echoed through the classroom. "When you hear the bell, I expect everyone to be out of this classroom. Is that clear
In the twilight hours, when the sun was but a fading ember in the sky, the students of the school would gather for their final activity of the day: sport. Some would sweat and strain on the field, while others pursued more esoteric interests in the school's non-physical clubs. There were those who sought the supernatural, the musicians who made melodies, and the journalists who hunted for truth.Though extra-curricular activities were not mandatory, those who wished to attend a reputable university knew that they must excel in every aspect of their education. Miranda, however, found herself alone in the bleachers overlooking the football field. She was not a member of any club, and she should have been at her uncle's café half an hour ago. But instead, she pulled out a book of spells from her bag and began to read.The book was small enough to fit in her pocket, but its contents were vast and ancient. While her classmates learned the arts of other crafts, Miranda preferred to delve in
Miranda's eyes snapped open like a corpse reanimated by some dark magic. She sat up in bed, wiping the sweat from her brow. Three days had passed since the terrifying incident in the woods, but her dreams refused to let it go.The curtains were drawn, their edges allowing slivers of sunlight to filter in, hinting at the morning outside. Miranda had never bothered with the curtains before; their remoteness from prying eyes rendering them unnecessary. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that someone could be watching her.Rubbing her bleary eyes, she waited for them to adjust to the dim light. But then, without rising from her bed, she flicked her wrist and the curtains slid apart, allowing the daylight to pour in. And there, sitting in a chair at the far end of the room, was Michael."Jesus," Miranda gasped, her hand clutched to her chest. "Michael, what are you doing in my room?"“You've been tossing and turning all night. Looked like you've been struggling in your sleep again."Mi
The shrill sound of the whistle pierced through the air, signaling the beginning of the team's training session. All but one of the student soccer players were out on the field, preparing for a friendly football match against a neighboring town's High School the following day. All eyes were on Chris, who had stepped up to fill the void left by Zikki, the star football player who was now relegated to the bench. The team was divided into two, one side donning their P.E gear while the other donned red vests. But the coach, ever the beacon of encouragement, stood apart, cheering both sides with equal fervor. "Good!" he exclaimed as a team scored or did well. "Good save... Defend!... Goal!!" Zikki's mind wandered back to the last game he had played, the memories still fresh in his mind despite the time that had passed. His injuries had left him shaken and uncertain, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had betrayed his pain in some way, leading Chris to launch his malicious attack. Each
It all began with the sudden sound of gunshots, cutting through the stillness of a dense forest. The brightness of the full moon was not enough to expose the hidden creature lurking behind the trees.In the midst of the chaos, six men, dressed in black uniforms, frantically sprayed bullets at anything that moved. The echoes of the gunfire reverberated throughout the forest until a voice from within the group commanded, "Hold your fire! Hold your fire!"The youngest member of the group, whose legs remained steady and unshaken by fear, was the one who called for a ceasefire. As the gunfire ceased, a deep and unsettling silence fell over the forest, broken only by the sound of their hearts pounding in their chests"Everyone, just listen," the young man said, keeping his gun trained on anything that moved. Anyone who made a sound risked attracting attention, and all six guns would be pointed at them in an instant. The group was standing in a small, open field surrounded by trees, with no
A year later. Miranda Lewis stepped out of her home in black rain boots, a knee-length black skirt, and a vibrant red turtleneck sweater, prepared for the aftermath of the previous night's rainfall. Her once-braided, curly afro was now free-flowing, giving her a striking resemblance to Hayley Law. Surrounded by trees, her house nestled deep within the woods. It would take her approximately seven minutes to walk to the main road where she would wait for the school bus, all while listening to her favorite radio station through her earbuds - a station that perhaps the whole town enjoyed as well. "Good morning Ashgrove! This is your radio host speaking, hoping you're all doing well on this cool and wet Monday. I don't know about you, but I love mornings like these when all you want to do is snuggle up in bed with your cosy duvet and catch a few extra winks. If you're lucky enough to be at home right now, enjoy it for me, will you?" The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice.
Ashgrove High, the oldest school in town, exudes a haunting and foreboding energy that lingers long after one has left its premises. No amount of paint can mask the strange aura that emanates from its exteriors, leaving a lasting impression on all who dare to step foot within its walls.For some, the school's eerie atmosphere is an undeniable sign of paranormal activity, and they have even formed a club dedicated to uncovering its secrets. Others, however, have come to embrace the spooky appearance of the building and revel in its mysterious past, finding solace in the thrill of the unknown.Whether one believes in the supernatural or not, there is no denying the powerful emotions that Ashgrove High evokes in all who encounter itBefore the summer break, the students were filled with eager anticipation to escape the dull routine of school and embrace the freedom of a long-awaited vacation. They couldn't wait to break free from the confines of the classroom and enjoy the sunshine, laug
The shrill sound of the whistle pierced through the air, signaling the beginning of the team's training session. All but one of the student soccer players were out on the field, preparing for a friendly football match against a neighboring town's High School the following day. All eyes were on Chris, who had stepped up to fill the void left by Zikki, the star football player who was now relegated to the bench. The team was divided into two, one side donning their P.E gear while the other donned red vests. But the coach, ever the beacon of encouragement, stood apart, cheering both sides with equal fervor. "Good!" he exclaimed as a team scored or did well. "Good save... Defend!... Goal!!" Zikki's mind wandered back to the last game he had played, the memories still fresh in his mind despite the time that had passed. His injuries had left him shaken and uncertain, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had betrayed his pain in some way, leading Chris to launch his malicious attack. Each
Miranda's eyes snapped open like a corpse reanimated by some dark magic. She sat up in bed, wiping the sweat from her brow. Three days had passed since the terrifying incident in the woods, but her dreams refused to let it go.The curtains were drawn, their edges allowing slivers of sunlight to filter in, hinting at the morning outside. Miranda had never bothered with the curtains before; their remoteness from prying eyes rendering them unnecessary. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that someone could be watching her.Rubbing her bleary eyes, she waited for them to adjust to the dim light. But then, without rising from her bed, she flicked her wrist and the curtains slid apart, allowing the daylight to pour in. And there, sitting in a chair at the far end of the room, was Michael."Jesus," Miranda gasped, her hand clutched to her chest. "Michael, what are you doing in my room?"“You've been tossing and turning all night. Looked like you've been struggling in your sleep again."Mi
In the twilight hours, when the sun was but a fading ember in the sky, the students of the school would gather for their final activity of the day: sport. Some would sweat and strain on the field, while others pursued more esoteric interests in the school's non-physical clubs. There were those who sought the supernatural, the musicians who made melodies, and the journalists who hunted for truth.Though extra-curricular activities were not mandatory, those who wished to attend a reputable university knew that they must excel in every aspect of their education. Miranda, however, found herself alone in the bleachers overlooking the football field. She was not a member of any club, and she should have been at her uncle's café half an hour ago. But instead, she pulled out a book of spells from her bag and began to read.The book was small enough to fit in her pocket, but its contents were vast and ancient. While her classmates learned the arts of other crafts, Miranda preferred to delve in
The bell was about to ring, signaling the end of the class, when Mr. Sam made an announcement. "I'm sure you've all heard by now that we have a new principal," he said. Some of the students, particularly the girls, couldn't help but smile in excitement. They tried to keep their reactions in check, not wanting to draw the attention of their crazy math teacher. Instead, they exchanged knowing glances with each other.Zikki's eyes wandered over to Miranda's table. Unlike the other girls, she didn't seem the least bit thrilled. But that was typical of Miranda. She was never one to follow the crowd. Zikki couldn't help but admire her for that.Sensing that someone was watching their table, Chandler turned to meet Zikki's gaze. The boys quickly averted their gaze when they realized they had been holding it longer than it was socially acceptable.Avatar Sam's high pitched voice echoed through the classroom. "When you hear the bell, I expect everyone to be out of this classroom. Is that clear
In The class. Miranda hesitantly stepped into the noisy classroom, but as soon as her classmates saw her, the room fell silent. The weight of their stares felt like a physical pressure on her, and for the first time, she felt exposed and vulnerable. It was a feeling she wouldn't have noticed if Taylor, her friend, were still by her side. The classroom was almost at maximum capacity, with only two empty tables available at the back - one by the window. Miranda headed for the table by the window, hoping that being able to gaze outside would provide some much-needed mental relief when the class became too much to bear. As she pulled out her chair and sat down, Miranda took a moment observing how everyone was engaged in conversations with each other. Faith Abel's voice rang out, her laughter echoing across the room as she talked with her seatmate and friend, Lady P. Miranda couldn't help but stare, feeling envious as she watched the popular girls effortlessly socializing. When Faith c
Ashgrove High is the oldest school in town. Its exteriors gave out a mystery and foreboding vibe that no matter the paint used to beautify it the building still maintains its eerie aura. Some students believe that the school is hunted and even created a club in other to prove it. But some have learned to embrace its spooky appearance and Mysterious past. Before the summer break, all students were looking forward to enjoying the long vacation away from the school premises. But now the atmosphere is different the students are happy to be back. Happy to see some of their schoolmates who travelled out of town for the holiday. Some were even happy to be back because of how boring they were at home throughout the holiday. But this happiness doesn’t always last. I give it a week or two their excitement will be replaced with dread. The school bus parked at the end of the parking lot offloading its passengers. Miranda was the last to get off the bus. Her clothes and hair were dried like i
Ashgrove High, the oldest school in town, exudes a haunting and foreboding energy that lingers long after one has left its premises. No amount of paint can mask the strange aura that emanates from its exteriors, leaving a lasting impression on all who dare to step foot within its walls.For some, the school's eerie atmosphere is an undeniable sign of paranormal activity, and they have even formed a club dedicated to uncovering its secrets. Others, however, have come to embrace the spooky appearance of the building and revel in its mysterious past, finding solace in the thrill of the unknown.Whether one believes in the supernatural or not, there is no denying the powerful emotions that Ashgrove High evokes in all who encounter itBefore the summer break, the students were filled with eager anticipation to escape the dull routine of school and embrace the freedom of a long-awaited vacation. They couldn't wait to break free from the confines of the classroom and enjoy the sunshine, laug
A year later. Miranda Lewis stepped out of her home in black rain boots, a knee-length black skirt, and a vibrant red turtleneck sweater, prepared for the aftermath of the previous night's rainfall. Her once-braided, curly afro was now free-flowing, giving her a striking resemblance to Hayley Law. Surrounded by trees, her house nestled deep within the woods. It would take her approximately seven minutes to walk to the main road where she would wait for the school bus, all while listening to her favorite radio station through her earbuds - a station that perhaps the whole town enjoyed as well. "Good morning Ashgrove! This is your radio host speaking, hoping you're all doing well on this cool and wet Monday. I don't know about you, but I love mornings like these when all you want to do is snuggle up in bed with your cosy duvet and catch a few extra winks. If you're lucky enough to be at home right now, enjoy it for me, will you?" The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice.
It all began with the sudden sound of gunshots, cutting through the stillness of a dense forest. The brightness of the full moon was not enough to expose the hidden creature lurking behind the trees.In the midst of the chaos, six men, dressed in black uniforms, frantically sprayed bullets at anything that moved. The echoes of the gunfire reverberated throughout the forest until a voice from within the group commanded, "Hold your fire! Hold your fire!"The youngest member of the group, whose legs remained steady and unshaken by fear, was the one who called for a ceasefire. As the gunfire ceased, a deep and unsettling silence fell over the forest, broken only by the sound of their hearts pounding in their chests"Everyone, just listen," the young man said, keeping his gun trained on anything that moved. Anyone who made a sound risked attracting attention, and all six guns would be pointed at them in an instant. The group was standing in a small, open field surrounded by trees, with no