The Whispering Locker

Everyone at school avoided Locker 138. Not because it looked weird—but because it knocked.

From the inside. One day, Emma walked past it and heard her own name whispered

softly: “Emma… let me out.” She froze. No one else was in the hallway.

The locker door shook, harder and harder, until the metal bent outward—

as if something was trying to escape. Emma took one step closer… and the knocking suddenly

stopped. Then a single note slid out from the bottom: “Almost free.”