BED 27: PART 2 - by Jhaymkay🖤

The Head Girl was still staring at me. “Every girl who sleeps in Bed 27 says the same thing on her first morning.” I looked at the photograph again. Thirty-six girls. Eighteen bunk beds. The bunk above mine was empty. But I remembered someone sleeping there. I remembered her climbing down. I remembered her walking into the toilet. I remembered her whispering in my ear. You're not supposed to be in Bed 27. Ifeoma suddenly grabbed my wrist. Her hand was freezing. “Don't tell anyone what you saw.” “Why?” She looked at me. “Because then they will know you can see her.” That night, I stayed awake. At 3:14 a.m., someone knocked on the toilet door. Once. Twice. Three times. Then I heard a girl whisper: “Please open the door.” I didn't move. The voice came again. “Please.” It sounded like Ifeoma. I looked at her bed. She was asleep. I could see her. Then the voice from the toilet whispered: “Don't look at her.” I froze. I slowly turned toward Ifeoma's bed. She was still asleep. But her eyes were open. And she was staring directly at me. I screamed. The lights came on. Everyone woke up. Ifeoma sat up. “What happened?” I pointed at her. “You were awake!” She frowned. “I was sleeping.” The Head Girl looked at me. Then at Ifeoma. Then she whispered: “Which one?” Nobody moved. The next morning, I asked Ifeoma about the girl who used to sleep above my bed. She went completely pale. “What girl?” “The girl who disappeared.” Ifeoma stared at me. Then whispered: “Don't say that word.” “What word?” “Disappeared.” She looked toward the toilet. Then said: “Girls who disappear don't leave.” That night, I slept somewhere else. I woke up at 3:14 a.m. My mattress was wet. I froze. Something was breathing beneath my bed. Slowly. I reached for my phone. The screen lit up. A message appeared. DON'T LOOK UNDER THE BED. I stopped breathing. Another message appeared. SHE IS NOT UNDER THERE. I stared at the screen. Then the final message appeared. YOU ARE. I screamed and jumped off the bed. The lights came on. The hostel was empty. Every single girl was gone. Except Ifeoma. She was standing at the end of the room. Facing the toilet. I called her name. She didn't move. I walked closer. “Ifeoma?” She slowly turned around. Her face was wet. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Then she smiled. And whispered: “You weren't supposed to wake up yet.” Behind her... The last cubicle door slowly opened. I looked inside. There was a girl sitting on the floor. Her back was facing me. I knew that uniform. I knew that hair. I knew that body. It was me. Ifeoma grabbed my hand. Her fingers were freezing. The girl inside the cubicle slowly turned her head. Not her body. Just her head. And looked at me. Then she whispered: “Don't worry.” A pause. “I can sleep for you now.” The lights went out. I heard footsteps running toward me. Then a scream. Then silence. When the lights came back on... I was lying in Bed 27. The hostel was full. Every girl was asleep. I sat up, shaking. Then I looked at the bunk above me. A girl was sleeping there. I couldn't see her face. I reached for my phone. 3:14 a.m. A message appeared. WELCOME TO QUEEN MARY HOSTEL. I stared at it. Then another message appeared. YOU HAVE BEEN HERE FOR THREE WEEKS. I felt my blood turn cold. Then the final message appeared. TOMORROW, YOU WILL MEET THE NEW GIRL. I didn't understand. Until I looked toward the entrance. A matron was standing there. Beside her... Was a terrified girl carrying a box. The matron pointed toward my bed. “Bed 27.” The girl looked at me. I tried to scream. But no sound came out. Because the girl walking toward Bed 27... Was me. To be continued...

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