ROOM 19: For the One After Me

"For the one after me."
That's what the letter said.
Just five words.
Left on a dusty desk in a room that's been locked for ten years.

Now Chika's hearing knocks from inside the wardrobe.
Messages are being scratched under her bed.
And that old janitor with the crooked smile?
He knows something - but he won't say it.

"I thought the only mysteries in Nigerian boarding schools were missing notes, why the talk shop's meat pies tastes like boiled eraser, and why that one teacher has never changed their shoes since independence".

That was before she was assigned to Room 19.

Some rooms stay locked for a reason.
This one just opened.