The Echoes of Room 3

In the heart of our unassuming town, nestled between everyday routines and familiar faces, stood Thornwood Middle
School. Among the Secondary 1 student, a hair-raising tale of terror spread like wildfire – the eerie legend of "The
Echoes of Room 3." the shadows that clung to the walls like malevolent
specters. The sound seemed to echo from every
The chilling story reached back to a time when the corner, surrounding them with an otherworldly
school was just as lively as any other. A teacher presence.
named Mrs. Harris, shrouded in an air of mystery, took
up residence in Room 3. She was known for her icy
demeanor, a presence that sent shivers down the
spines of anyone who crossed her path.

Room 3, tucked away on the second floor, bore an air

of ominous secrecy. The whispers around town told of
a dark history that had left its mark on the room.
Shadows clung to its corners, and the temperature
seemed to drop the moment one stepped through its
door.

The students felt a prickle on the backs of their necks

as the whispers grew louder, their voices mingling in a
cacophony of unintelligible phrases. The air was
electric with tension, and an otherworldly chill seeped
into their bones. Their flashlights flickered wildly,
casting eerie shadows that danced in time with the
whispers.

With trembling hands and racing hearts, they made a

One fateful night, a trio of brave-hearted Secondary 1
students, driven by a mixture of curiosity and bravado,
decided to explore the room after hours. Armed with
flashlights and the thrill of uncertainty, they ventured
into the darkened hallways. The air grew heavy and
oppressive as they ascended the creaking staircase to
the second floor.
As they approached Room 3, a sensation of being
watched settled over them like a suffocating blanket.
Hesitant breaths mingled with the eerie creaking of the
door as it swung open before them. The room lay in
darkness, its windows shrouded by heavy curtains that
seemed to absorb the moonlight.
frantic dash for the door, struggling to wrench it open.
As they burst into the corridor, the echoes of the
whispers seemed to follow them, their haunting voices
lingering like a curse.
The legend of "The Echoes of Room 3" persisted,
casting a shadow over Thornwood Middle School.
Students dared not venture near the room after dark,
for fear of encountering the malevolent forces that
whispered from the shadows. Whether a tale of the
supernatural or a creation of overactive imaginations,
the mystery added an extra layer of terror to the
otherwise ordinary hallways.

With flashlights flickering, they stepped inside, the

door shutting with a deafening thud behind them.
Panic clawed at their chests, but they pressed forward,
determined to uncover the mysteries that lay within.
The air grew icy, and their flashlights dimmed as if
drained by some unseen force.

Suddenly, a whisper, chilling and incomprehensible,

filled the room. Their heartbeats quickened as they
shone their flashlights around, illuminating nothing but