Short but Scary Stories

Dark

When I was in my second year of college I stayed at an all-girls school, I made many friends. We were all very happy to be in a school away from our conservative parents.

The hostel was very fun, except the building was very very old. Electricity was only put in some rooms.  Sometimes, candles were placed along the windows if the watchmen were present, but normally when you left the room you were faced with complete darkness. It was common to wake someone up if you needed to use the restroom at night at the end of the hall. We a had a childish fear of being alone in the dark.

One night I had to use the restroom.

It was about 4 am

I went to my friends bed and tapped her on the arm. She immediately opened her eyes as soon as I touched her. I apologized for waking her, and told her I needed to use the bathroom. She smiled and hoped out of bed. All the way down the hallway, she laughed and danced. I could not see her at all, but I could hear her bracelets clank together loudly. I laughed and sashayed my hips down the hallway with her, too tired to match elaborate arm movements. She said nothing to me, though I could hear hum one of our favorite Bollywood songs. The same thing happened on our return. I went back to sleep calmly.

I awoke fairly late the next morning to the sound of men in our room. They were surrounding her bed. I bolted out of mine, prepared to protect my friend, when I realized they were administrators of the college. I peered over closer. My friends lifeless eyes were fixated on my bed, the same smile on her face. Suicide.

Her time of death was 11:30 pm, nearly five hours before I woke her.