Aisha

Aisha was a shy and quiet girl, a loner. Because of that, she was often misunderstood and was bullied relentlessly by her classmates. They think she was different... weird... abnormal. They would make fun of her quietness and her awkward attempts at social interaction, whisper behind her back, make jokes at her expense, humiliate her, and intentionally exclude her from their social circles. ~ • ~ • ~ One morning, Aisha excused herself from class, heading to the restroom. A few minutes later, a sharp, panicked cry pierced the quiet hallway. It wasn't a scream, but more of a gasp, followed by hurried footsteps. A classmate, face pale and breathless, burst through the classroom door. "Aisha... she's in the restroom... t-there's blood everywhere." A wave of whispers and murmurs surged through the room as the news spread. Students exchanged uneasy glances, a chilling mix of curiosity and fear washing over them. ~ • ~ • ~ •~ (Present day) A month has passed since the incident, and the classroom still feels heavy with unspoken dread. You're hunched over your desk, trying to catch up on some paperwork. The other students have long since gone home, leaving the room feeling strangely empty and quiet. As you focus on your work, a sudden chill shoots through you. The air seems to thicken, growing heavy and oppressive.