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When we were outside the classroom, Rameez grabbed my arm. “Come on!”
The cloakrooms were at the end of the long dark corridor. A musty smell of damp drifted towards us. Cantonment School was old and crumbling with its winding corridors and high towering ceilings. It remains dark in this part of the school even in the midday. Anyway making up horror and ghost stories was something Rameez and I did, it was our thing. We used to scare the infants. Some of the little ones wouldn’t go to some places because of the stories we’d made up about these.
“Do you think there is ghost like something?” asked Rameez as we hurried along the dim corridor.
“Don’t be silly,” I said. “We know there’s nothing really there. We reached the door at last. I opened it slowly.
“You first,” said Rameez, pushing me from behind. It was dark in there. The only window was high up near the ceiling. My hand groped for the light switch. The light above us whirred and flickered for a second, then nothing.
“The light’s gone,” I groaned. Slowly our eyes grew used to the gloom and we moved forward.
“What’s that?” I shouted pointing a body lying facing the floor.
“It’s just a pile of clothes,” said Rameez picking it with his trembling hands.
“Let’s go back,” whispered Rameez.
 “There’s a foot sticking out...” began Rameez.
“It’s probably just a trainer,” I said. But as I bent down, I felt strange. I shuddered, my head began to reel. Suddenly the door slammed shut behind us. We turned and ran screaming towards the door. We tore it open. Mr. Tahir was standing in the corridor, glaring at us.
“What on earth are you two doing in here in the dark?” He switched on the light.
“It was broken, sir,” I stammered.
“Mr. Waris sent us.” Mr. Tahir frowned.
“I thought I’d warned you that this changing room nonsense had to stop. Get back to class. I’ll speak to Mr. Ansari later.” He glanced at the pile of clothes. “You can put those away during your next break,” Mr. Tahir told us.
These days school wasn’t going fit because many boys had gone to home for their summer holidays. However, it was a boarding school so studies had to go on no matter how many boys are left. Rameez and I were known for the scary things in the school. Last night Murtuza from seventh grade spread the fool thing that there is a body in the cloakroom. Back in class we told Mr. Waris what had happened.
“There wasn’t a body. It was just a pile of clothes,” said Rameez.
“OK, there’s nothing to worry about. It seems some of the boys haven’t been putting away their things,” said Mr. Waris.
“But sir I think this is done by some one who had also broke the light switch to make it scary,” I said.
“Aren’t you behind all that? You and Rameez make these funny things,” inquired Mr. Waris.
“No sir. Not me.”
“Not I,” said Rameez.
“OK, now let’s all get on with our work,” said Mr. Waris and turned.
After the class we checked out Murtaza for his nonsense. We said that it was his monkey business didn’t make him to go home.
“What do you have seen there? We asked him.
“Of course there was a body lying dead,” he said miserably.
“Dead! It is. How do you expect a pile of clothes to be alive?” we began to laugh.
“It’s no laughing matter at all. I have found some strange things about the school,” he looked stern.
“Don’t be stupid. You already know we have made it all on our own. Although there is no real ghost found,” Rameez giggled.
“But it isn’t the ghost. We’re just going to hunt for history of the school.”
“Hunt for the history! What does it mean?”
“I’ve found some really strange things. Something in the alley left to the library, which no one walks over,” said Murtaza. Of course there were some places which everyone avoided.
“It’s rubbish,” Rameez said.
“OK, let’s go for now if it’s just rubbish?”
“Yes, go on,” shouted both of us. We began to walk slowly. There was no noise at all in the alley. Just a terrible crushing silence. Murtaza, followed one grade than ours, was still going before us. He was looking for some thing we were not known.
“What’s the matter? Did you see something? But Murtaza wouldn’t say anything. The huge room echoed with our footsteps. The faded curtains on the windows moved sometimes, as though someone or something lurking there. And sometimes you could hear a soft crying sound, like the wind moaning...
“Here it is,” Murtaza stirred in a slit to our right wall. But it was too narrow to go through. Murtaza handed a torch light and we could see a large old register in there. He took the register and began to walk slowly towards the door. As we emerged outside, Murtaza placed it on the floor. Hand written ‘History of the Lawrence building’ entitled the register. It was too hard to read inside because words were nearly vanished.
“It looks like some one has make notes about the history of the building in which our school lies.” Rameez was also anxious. “The school was founded in the 1890’s.” He paused. “However, this 1820 map shows that there was already a small building here long before then. The new school was built around this building, so parts of our school are actually much older ...”
“Oooh, spooky,” shouted I. As we go through the pages, which were more dusty and uneven, we found that there was once an orphanage. It was closed down when some odd things begin to occur. After a long time of closet, a Government officer in the British Times, namely Mr. Haroon started the boarding School. He admitted his son in first to motivate the people.
“It’s weird, but why isn’t now for?” Rameez said.
“Couldn’t say anything,” Murtaza whispered.
“Hey, why you guys want to close it also,” I asked wearily. But as soon any one answered a strange noise blow out of the slit. “What’s that?”
“It’s nothing wrong. There’s a wide opening behind the slit making a way for the breeze.” Rameez told us. We turned back to our rooms. Before we can hide the register, it was come across by the Head teacher.
“What’s it?”
There was no other way to hand him. At last our ‘Hunt for the History’ ended just it begins. We were called in the Head Teacher’s room next break. We were ordered to close this chapter for now so that he doesn’t want to spread any false things about the school.
 
 
 
 Spooky School
                                           by Shahbaz Hashmi
When we were outside the classroom, Rameez grabbed my arm. “Come on!”
The cloakrooms were at the end of the long dark corridor. A musty smell of damp drifted towards us. Cantonment School was old and crumbling with its winding corridors and high towering ceilings. It remains dark in this part of the school even in the midday. Anyway making up horror and ghost stories was something Rameez and I did, it was our thing. We used to scare the infants. Some of the little ones wouldn’t go to some places because of the stories we’d made up about these.
“Do you think there is ghost like something?” asked Rameez as we hurried along the dim corridor.
“Don’t be silly,” I said. “We know there’s nothing really there. We reached the door at last. I opened it slowly.
“You first,” said Rameez, pushing me from behind. It was dark in there. The only window was high up near the ceiling. My hand groped for the light switch. The light above us whirred and flickered for a second, then nothing.
“The light’s gone,” I groaned. Slowly our eyes grew used to the gloom and we moved forward.
“What’s that?” I shouted pointing a body lying facing the floor.
“It’s just a pile of clothes,” said Rameez picking it with his trembling hands.
“Let’s go back,” whispered Rameez.
 “There’s a foot sticking out...” began Rameez.
“It’s probably just a trainer,” I said. But as I bent down, I felt strange. I shuddered, my head began to reel. Suddenly the door slammed shut behind us. We turned and ran screaming towards the door. We tore it open. Mr. Tahir was standing in the corridor, glaring at us.
“What on earth are you two doing in here in the dark?” He switched on the light.
“It was broken, sir,” I stammered.
“Mr. Waris sent us.” Mr. Tahir frowned.
“I thought I’d warned you that this changing room nonsense had to stop. Get back to class. I’ll speak to Mr. Ansari later.” He glanced at the pile of clothes. “You can put those away during your next break,” Mr. Tahir told us.
These days school wasn’t going fit because many boys had gone to home for their summer holidays. However, it was a boarding school so studies had to go on no matter how many boys are left. Rameez and I were known for the scary things in the school. Last night Murtuza from seventh grade spread the fool thing that there is a body in the cloakroom. Back in class we told Mr. Waris what had happened.
“There wasn’t a body. It was just a pile of clothes,” said Rameez.
“OK, there’s nothing to worry about. It seems some of the boys haven’t been putting away their things,” said Mr. Waris.
“But sir I think this is done by some one who had also broke the light switch to make it scary,” I said.
“Aren’t you behind all that? You and Rameez make these funny things,” inquired Mr. Waris.
“No sir. Not me.”
“Not I,” said Rameez.
“OK, now let’s all get on with our work,” said Mr. Waris and turned.
After the class we checked out Murtaza for his nonsense. We said that it was his monkey business didn’t make him to go home.
“What do you have seen there? We asked him.
“Of course there was a body lying dead,” he said miserably.
“Dead! It is. How do you expect a pile of clothes to be alive?” we began to laugh.
“It’s no laughing matter at all. I have found some strange things about the school,” he looked stern.
“Don’t be stupid. You already know we have made it all on our own. Although there is no real ghost found,” Rameez giggled.
“But it isn’t the ghost. We’re just going to hunt for history of the school.”
“Hunt for the history! What does it mean?”
“I’ve found some really strange things. Something in the alley left to the library, which no one walks over,” said Murtaza. Of course there were some places which everyone avoided.
“It’s rubbish,” Rameez said.
“OK, let’s go for now if it’s just rubbish?”
“Yes, go on,” shouted both of us. We began to walk slowly. There was no noise at all in the alley. Just a terrible crushing silence. Murtaza, followed one grade than ours, was still going before us. He was looking for some thing we were not known.
“What’s the matter? Did you see something? But Murtaza wouldn’t say anything. The huge room echoed with our footsteps. The faded curtains on the windows moved sometimes, as though someone or something lurking there. And sometimes you could hear a soft crying sound, like the wind moaning...
“Here it is,” Murtaza stirred in a slit to our right wall. But it was too narrow to go through. Murtaza handed a torch light and we could see a large old register in there. He took the register and began to walk slowly towards the door. As we emerged outside, Murtaza placed it on the floor. Hand written ‘History of the Lawrence building’ entitled the register. It was too hard to read inside because words were nearly vanished.
“It looks like some one has make notes about the history of the building in which our school lies.” Rameez was also anxious. “The school was founded in the 1890’s.” He paused. “However, this 1820 map shows that there was already a small building here long before then. The new school was built around this building, so parts of our school are actually much older ...”
“Oooh, spooky,” shouted I. As we go through the pages, which were more dusty and uneven, we found that there was once an orphanage. It was closed down when some odd things begin to occur. After a long time of closet, a Government officer in the British Times, namely Mr. Haroon started the boarding School. He admitted his son in first to motivate the people.
“It’s weird, but why isn’t now for?” Rameez said.
“Couldn’t say anything,” Murtaza whispered.
“Hey, why you guys want to close it also,” I asked wearily. But as soon any one answered a strange noise blow out of the slit. “What’s that?”
“It’s nothing wrong. There’s a wide opening behind the slit making a way for the breeze.” Rameez told us. We turned back to our rooms. Before we can hide the register, it was come across by the Head teacher.
“What’s it?”
There was no other way to hand him. At last our ‘Hunt for the History’ ended just it begins. We were called in the Head Teacher’s room next break. We were ordered to close this chapter for now so that he doesn’t want to spread any false things about the school.




 


 
 
 
 
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