🎬 Scene – The Dare
Nisha, a modern college girl, accepts a midnight dare from her friends:
Spend 10 minutes inside the abandoned Room 103 of their old school hostel.
The room has been locked for 20 years, ever since a girl named Meghala burned alive inside it. Rumor says she still haunts it.
🏚️ Inside Room 103
The room is eerily intact—dusty desks, faded chalk marks, and a half-burnt school bag on the last bench.
Nisha finds an ID card inside:
Name: Meghala
Status: Suspended (under investigation)
She starts feeling uneasy.
Suddenly, the door locks behind her.
The fan turns on by itself.
The chalkboard bleeds.
Words appear:
“You laughed.”
“You shared my pain.”
“Now feel it.”
👻 The Ghost Appears
Meghala’s ghost appears—half-burnt face, black weeping eyes.
She accuses Nisha of being one of the students who mocked and filmed her punishment years ago, when Meghala was wrongly accused of cheating.
💀 The Death of Meghala – Flashback
It was the final exam of the year. Meghala, a quiet, studious girl, sat on the last bench of Room 103—the same room where her name would later be cursed in whispers.
That morning, a torn question paper was found near her desk.
They didn’t ask.
They didn’t listen.
They assumed.
The teachers dragged her to the front of the class. Students laughed. Some filmed.
They called her a cheat. A liar. An orphan with no one to defend her.
“Leave her in the room,” said one teacher. “Let her understand shame.”
They locked her in.
She banged the door. Cried. Screamed.
But the staff had already gone for lunch.
No one noticed the smoke until it poured from the door cracks.
The power box outside had sparked—an old, faulty wire.
The flames spread fast.
Inside, Meghala clawed at the walls, coughing, her screams echoing through the wood and fire.
“Please!”
“I'm not lying!”
“Let me out!”
But no one came. Not a teacher. Not a friend.
Her final moments were not silent.
They were filled with betrayal , pain , and the stench of burning truth .
When they broke the door —
All they found was ash , and a handprint burned into the desk .
Now she’s back—for justice .
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🔥
As Nisha backed into the corner of the room, her hands shaking, she suddenly noticed scratches all over the desk surfaces. Names. Initials. Words carved in desperation.
"Liar."
"Help me."
"Why me?"
Suddenly the ceiling fan dropped—CRASH!—missing her by inches. She screamed and stumbled backward, hitting the chalkboard with a thud.
Behind her, Meghala's ghost stood again, closer, her burned hand gripping Nisha’s shoulder.
"You watched me burn."
"I was a child!" Nisha sobbed.
"So was I," Meghala whispered. Her voice cracked like burnt wood. “And no one helped.”
Then Meghala’s charred fingers reached toward Nisha’s forehead.
In an instant, Nisha’s mind flooded with every moment of Meghala’s final seven minutes—the screams, the smoke choking her throat, the sound of nails clawing the locked door.
Nisha collapsed to the floor, unable to scream. Her voice—gone.
The next morning, Nisha’s friends return.
They find her inside Room 103, sitting frozen in the corner.
She won’t speak. She won’t move.
A chalk with blood written :
“Another student has joined the lesson.”
🥀
She was framed by silence,
burned by cruelty.
But revenge doesn’t rot.
Room 103 remains open—
for those who think they’ve escaped her memory.
