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The Story of Willow creek Secondary Girls School

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and does not include any real events.


As young teenagers different stories start to appeal to us, fantasy, mystery, romance. Yet one can always stand out from the rest, creepy tales, you may wonder this is a boring story of some scary spooky thing, yet here is what you don’t know. A true tale about a haunting girl lurking around the school, this story comes from St Willow Creeks Secondary girls school, it's about a girl going about her day as she walks through her school to find something she never thought she would see.



The story begins in present day , Willow Creek was a prestigious school generally for its architecture and embroidery design, it was a secondary college for girl’s here in Australia , it’s moto inspired many to stand up and be strong “ A women's, schooling, is a woman's journey to the best life a woman deserves”. A young girl called Jeniffer Fleming, she was a nice, talented and creative girl, she nurtured everyone and loved everything, Jeniffer had heard about the ghost of willow creek “Agna creek still haunts the C block” students would say “I heard if you go to the abandoned area you would never be the same coming out”, all these tales seemed to be real yet weren’t. Maybe something happened, maybe some construction, whatever the reason was the ‘C’ block was abandoned for a reason no student dared to enter until, “hey Jenny, Lia you want to go to the C block ?” “Yes I do !”, “:isn't that place abandoned”, Jeniffer was the only one who really paid attention to reality “who cares Jenny we will sneak in and no one will know, you don’t believe in those tales do you ?” Jeniffer thought for a few minutes of course she was scared and wanted to believe the tales, they did seem a bit extreme so “let’s do it no one will know right” “right” both of the girls said, While Lia and eve were as excited as can be Jennifer was having second thoughts, “what if the rumours are true?” she thought however she tried to stay strong and think this would be fun.


“Here we are”, Eve said, with a gasping look, although Jennifer was hesitant she wasn’t going back she knew she had to step out of her comfort zone even if there was a risk. “Well let’s go” they all cried out loud no one was around no one was there, how could anyone be there, they wondered the area having fun being teenagers, until they heard the footsteps of someone coming, “i thought you said no one would be here” Lia whispered pulling Eve and Jennifer away, “i did i think it’s the janitor”, how could a janitor be here this late thought the girls waiting for the person to pass by them, however, nobody came, it must have been someone from outside, or someone inside. The girls brushed it and continued to have fun when they heard the footsteps come closer, closer, and closer…. silence ….. The silence around them grew to be haunting and eerie. None of them could tell what it was, “Lia” the voice cried out loud, “Ahhhhhhhhh!” Cried Lia running out of the school with her hands in the air, “you don’t scare me” Eve said out loud to the unknown voice, “Eve” the voice called out “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” yelled Eve running out with terror, why didn’t she run? What is she doing? Jennifer never ran out instead she stood there walking closer to the voices calls “Jen”, the voice called out in a hollow voice, nothing shook her “Jen” the voice called out, it kept calling out her name till Jennifer stopped looked up and down, pulled out her phone and took a picture she looked at it pure terror rushed down her face to see white dot’s of a figure on a blank chalkboard…… Doors shut everywhere, nowhere to run she tried to run away from the classroom doors slamming and was able to barely run away “JENNIFERRR!!” the voice called out one last time. The girls ran home and never told anyone anything, they continued to go to school, hoping that what happened to them was a bad dream.

Or was it…


Creative piece by Prisha Mahajan

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