The Mystery Of Classroom 13
By Declan Gilman, aged 13
CHAPTER 1 – The Legend
The legend had been surrounding the school for as long as David could ever recall. What was behind the doors of the spine–chilling classroom 13? There were bits of ancient brown paint flaking off the door. It was always locked, but even if it wasn’t no one would dare enter. You could see through the tiny crack – the corridor went on forever, unchangingly.
CHAPTER 2 – Voices
It was a standard Monday afternoon for David and his friend Mark. They were strolling down to maths, their final lesson of the day.
“What do you think is in there?” wondered Mark, as they passed classroom 13.
“Nothing”, replied David. “I don’t believe in all those rumours.”
“Stop!” shouted Mark. “I heard something!”
They pressed their ears against the door. To their shock, they could hear voices.
“Everything you have just told me is a complete and utter lie. Now tell me the truth and we might both live.”
David and Mark were astonished – what had they just heard? They took their ears away from the door.
“What was that?” asked David.
“I don’t know,” said Mark. “But after school we’ll find out!”
CHAPTER 3 –The Corridor
It was 6:00pm. Everyone had gone home. David and Mark had hidden in the cloakroom and Mark had stolen the keys from Gary, the caretaker. Mark twisted the keys into the rusty lock and sure enough – they worked.
“Are you ready?” whispered Mark.
“Yup,” David whispered back.
They crept into the eerie corridor. Along the walls there were cobwebbed paintings of ancient headmasters. After walking for a couple of minutes, the boys discovered a bright light.
“My eyes!” David screamed.
The door slammed behind them. The corridor faded away until it was a distant vision. No one entered the classroom again.