The next morning, Aryan stood outside Room 13, staring at its door. The brass numbers glinted in the sunlight like they had never been haunted. Like the horrors within were just fragments of imagination.
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But Aryan knew better.
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In his hand, he clutched the black journal — once red, now silent. It no longer burned, but its weight felt heavier than ever. He had remembered. The memories had returned. Now, there was one last thing to do.
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Tell the world.
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Back in his dorm at the university, Aryan logged into his old laptop. He hadn’t used it since his sister’s death. The screen flickered, the fan buzzed, and finally, his desktop appeared — untouched, frozen in time.
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He opened a new document and titled it:
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"The Whisper Files: What Room 13 Tried to Hide"
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As he typed, his hands trembled. Every keystroke released a ghost. Every sentence, a scream.
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He wrote about the fire. The cover-up. The hidden staircase. The mirror world. The girl.
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And the journal that changed its color when truths were spoken.
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As Aryan pressed “Save,” a gust of wind swept through his dorm — but the windows were shut.
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He turned.
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The journal was open.
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A new page had appeared:
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“You’ve opened the door. But others are still trapped. Will you listen to them?”
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Beneath that line, a list began writing itself in ink:
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Room 9: The girl who vanished in her dreams.
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Room 27: The boy with the mirror for eyes.
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Room 6: Where whispers write their own stories.
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Aryan blinked. The journal pulsed faintly — alive again.
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This wasn’t over.
Room 13 had just been the beginning.
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He took a deep breath. Grabbed the journal. And opened a new document:
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The Whisper Files – Volume II.
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He whispered to himself:
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“I’m listening.”
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To be continued...
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