This happened about a year ago, when my school library decided to extend its hours until midnight. The idea was to help students prepare for final exams, but I wish they never had.
Final exams were close, and like everyone else, I needed to study hard. My house wasn’t far from the school, but I could never focus there — the quiet of the library always helped me concentrate. That night, I promised myself I’d stay just a little longer to finish my notes.
When I finally looked up at the clock, it was already 10 PM. Everyone else had gone home. The place was completely silent, except for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights. I told myself I’d just finish a few more pages and leave.
That’s when I heard it. A faint limping sound, slow and uneven, echoing between the shelves. My stomach dropped. I was sure the librarian had left long ago. I quickly packed my things and hurried out into the corridor.
The hallway felt longer than usual. At the far end stood a woman. She was completely still. Just standing there, facing me.
I called out softly, “Excuse me… are you alright?”
The second I spoke, she vanished. No sound, no footsteps — nothing. I froze for a moment, then bolted for the exit, trying to convince myself I was imagining things.
Outside, the air felt cold and heavy. The street was eerily empty — strange for that hour. Usually, there’d be a few people walking, or the occasional car passing by. But that night, nothing. Just silence.
As I walked, I noticed something odd. A long shadow stretched across the ground ahead of me… but there was no one there to cast it.
Then I saw her again. The same woman, walking slowly down the road. Her steps were uneven, one foot dragging behind the other. Her clothes were tattered, her hair messy and tangled, and her body looked… wrong, like her limbs were bent at odd angles.
A chill ran down my spine. I stopped walking. Something deep inside told me to turn back, but I couldn’t move.
She turned her head toward me, and in a soft, broken voice, she asked, “Have you seen my daughter?”
I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I just pointed down the road, hoping she’d go away.
She looked in that direction for a long moment, then slowly limped away — step by step — until she disappeared into the shadows.
That’s when I ran. I ran as fast as I could, my heart pounding in my chest. Halfway home, I heard it — a scream. A long, piercing, blood-curdling scream that echoed through the empty street.
After that… I remember nothing.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the ground outside my house. My neighbor told me they found me unconscious. They said I was pale and trembling, whispering something about a woman.
Then they told me something else…
Years ago, a woman named Agatha lived near our school. Her ten-year-old daughter had died in a tragic accident on the school grounds back in 1998. Agatha couldn’t cope with the loss. Some say she went mad. Others say she died soon after.
Ever since, people have seen her spirit wandering around the school and the nearby streets — searching for her lost child.
Maybe what I saw that night wasn’t just a story. Maybe Agatha really is still out there, looking for her daughter.
So if you ever find yourself studying late at Eden Hill School… and you hear footsteps behind you… don’t look back.
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