User blog comment:TheShadowKnight/SCARE ME! (Part II)/@comment-2183381-20110205022933/@comment-2183381-20110205023015

Suicide Locker

I’m 12 years old, and I attend the junior high school in my town. The school was built in 1940. A few years after it was built, the 7th grade floor, the main floor, and the floor that I’m on right now became haunted. In 1943, a few years after the school opened, bullies shoved a "misfit" into a locker - locker B-279. Since he had gotten picked on all his life, he decided to take his life with a pair of scissors, and he slit his own throat. Now, if you walk past that locker and you’re alone, you can hear your name being called out, and blood drops come from the locker. (That’s why I always walk past the locker during the passing periods.)

For some reason, that locker has been vacant since that year and has had a lock on it. But recently, they took the lock off because someone got a piece of meat or something in there, and it stunk really bad. They took the lock off to clean the locker.

One day, I really had to go to the little boy’s room, so I walked past the locker and decided to open it to see if anything was in there. When I opened it, I saw what appeared to be a boy about my age in black, blood-stained pants, a long-sleeved shirt and a bloody sweater vest. He had brown hair, blue eyes, a slit throat and a face as white as a piece of paper! I slammed the locker and ran back to my classroom and threw up. I had to go home, but the next day, I opened the locker again, and nothing was there. Now, they have it locked again.