Do Not Open Locker 99

It was Sara's first day at her new high school.

The school was very old.

It had three big buildings.

The walls were grey, and many windows were broken.

Sara walked slowly through the front gate.

Her heart was beating fast.

"You can do it, Sara," she said to herself.

A girl with short black hair ran up to her.

"Are you new?" she asked.

"I'm Yuki.

I'm in class 1-B too."

Sara smiled.

"I'm Sara.

Nice to meet you."

The two girls walked to the classroom together.

Yuki was very friendly.

She told Sara about the teachers, the food, and the school festival.

"Our school is old," Yuki said.

"More than 80 years old.

Some people say there are ghosts here." She laughed.

"But don't worry.

It's just a story."

Sara laughed too, but she felt a little cold.

After class, Yuki showed Sara around the school.

They walked down a long corridor on the second floor.

There were many lockers on both sides.

The lockers were silver and shiny.

Each one had a number.

"This is the locker area," Yuki said.

"Your locker is number 47.

Mine is 48.

We are neighbors!"

Sara opened locker 47.

It was clean and empty.

"Put your books here," Yuki said.

Sara put her books in the locker.

Then she looked down the corridor.

At the very end, she saw something strange.

There was one old locker.

It was brown and rusty.

It looked different from all the other lockers.

"Yuki, what is that locker?" Sara asked.

She pointed to the end of the corridor.

Yuki looked.

Her face changed.

"Oh.

That's Locker 99.

Nobody uses it.

It's very old."

Sara walked closer.

The locker was much older than the others.

Brown rust covered the metal.

There was a small white paper on the door.

Sara read the words.

"Do not open."

"Why does it say that?" Sara asked.

Yuki shrugged.

"I don't know.

It's been like that for a long time.

The teachers say not to touch it.

Some students think it's haunted."

Sara stared at the locker.

The white paper looked old.

The writing was strange and dark.

"Come on, Sara," Yuki said.

"Let's go home.

It's late."

Sara turned and walked away.

But she felt the locker watching her.

She looked back one more time.

The corridor was quiet.

The lockers were all silver, except for that one brown locker at the end.

"Do not open," Sara whispered.

She walked faster.

That night, Sara could not sleep.

She thought about Locker 99.

Why was it different?

Why did the sign say "Do not open"?

What was inside?

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

But she kept seeing the brown rusty locker in her mind.

Tomorrow, she thought.

Tomorrow I will look again.

The next morning, Sara went to school early.

The corridor on the second floor was empty.

The sun was coming through the windows.

The silver lockers looked bright.

But at the end of the corridor, Locker 99 looked dark.

Sara walked to the end of the corridor.

She stood in front of Locker 99.

The white paper was still there.

"Do not open."

Sara's heart was beating fast.

She put her hand on the locker door.

The metal was cold, very cold.

"Don't do it, Sara," she said to herself.

"Just walk away."

But she could not.

She pulled the locker door.

It made a loud sound, like an old door in a horror movie.

Sara looked inside.

The locker was empty.

There was no key, no books, no bag.

Just an empty box of cold metal.

Sara felt a little silly.

"It's just an old locker," she said.

She started to close the door.

Then she saw it.

On the floor of the locker, there was a small piece of paper.

It was very small, like a folded note.

Sara picked it up.

Her fingers were shaking.

She unfolded the paper.

Inside, in small, careful writing, were two words.

"Help me."

Sara's heart stopped.

She read it again.

"Help me."

She looked around.

The corridor was empty.

No students.

No teachers.

No one was watching her.

"This is a joke," she whispered.

"Someone is playing a joke."

But the paper looked very old.

The edges were brown and soft.

The ink was faded.

This paper had been in the locker for a long time, much longer than a joke.

Sara held the note in her hand.

Her mind was racing.

Should she throw it away?

Should she tell a teacher?

Should she just close the locker and forget about it?

Then she had a strange idea.

She took out her own pencil.

She picked up another small piece of paper from her bag.

On it, she wrote:

"Hello.

Who are you?"

She folded the paper carefully and put it inside the locker.

She closed the door.

"There," she said.

"If someone is playing a joke, they will write back."

She walked away quickly.

Her heart was beating very fast.

In class, Sara could not concentrate.

The teacher was talking, but Sara was thinking about the note.

"Help me." Who wrote it?

Why was it in the empty locker?

At lunch, Yuki sat next to Sara.

"You look tired," Yuki said.

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Yes," Sara lied.

"I'm fine."

She did not tell Yuki about the note.

She did not know why.

Maybe she was afraid Yuki would not believe her.

Or maybe she was afraid Yuki would believe her, and she would feel even more scared.

After school, Sara walked back to Locker 99.

Her hands were cold.

Slowly, she opened the door.

There was a new note inside.

Sara picked up the new note.

Her hands were shaking.

The paper was the same: old, brown, soft.

The writing was the same: small, careful, faded.

She read the words:

"My name is Akari.

I am inside.

Please help me."

Sara dropped the note.

It fell to the floor.

"This is not a joke," she whispered.

She picked up the note again.

She read it three times.

Akari.

Akari was inside.

Inside what?

Inside the locker?

But the locker was empty!

Sara looked into Locker 99 again.

It was just an empty metal box.

There was no person inside.

There was no place to hide.

Sara took the note and ran.

She ran down the corridor, down the stairs, out of the school.

She ran all the way home.

In her room, she sat on her bed.

She read the note again and again.

"My name is Akari.

I am inside.

Please help me."

Sara could not stop shaking.

She was very, very scared.

But she was also curious.

Who was Akari?

How was she inside the locker?

Why did she need help?

That night, Sara could not eat dinner.

Her mother was worried.

"Sara, are you okay?" her mother asked.

"You look pale."

"I'm fine, Mom," Sara said.

"Just a little tired."

In her room, Sara took out a piece of paper.

She thought for a long time.

Then she wrote:

"Akari.

I am Sara.

I am a new student.

How are you inside the locker?

Are you okay?"

She put the note in her bag.

Tomorrow, she would put it in Locker 99.

The next morning, Sara woke up early.

She went to school before anyone else.

The corridor was dark and quiet.

She opened Locker 99.

Her note from yesterday was gone.

In its place was a new note.

Sara picked it up.

Her hands were cold.

"I am not okay.

I am scared.

It is dark.

I have been here for a long, long time.

Please help me."

Sara felt tears in her eyes.

Akari was in trouble.

Akari needed help.

Sara put her new note inside the locker.

She closed the door.

At lunch, Sara could not stay quiet.

She had to tell someone.

"Yuki," she said.

"I have to tell you something.

But you have to promise, promise, you will not laugh."

Yuki looked at her face.

She was not laughing now.

"What is it?"

Sara told her everything.

About the note.

About Akari.

About the answers.

Yuki listened with big eyes.

When Sara finished, Yuki was quiet for a long time.

Then she said, "Sara, I think someone is playing a joke on you.

There is no one inside that locker.

It is not possible."

"But the writing is the same every time," Sara said.

"And the paper is so old."

Yuki shook her head.

"Show me," she said.

"Show me the note."

After school, the two girls walked to Locker 99 together.

Sara and Yuki stood in front of Locker 99.

The corridor was empty.

The sun was going down.

The light through the windows was orange and red.

"Open it," Yuki said.

Her voice was small now.

Sara opened the door.

There was a new note inside.

She picked it up and gave it to Yuki.

Yuki read the words.

Her face turned white.

"Oh," Yuki said.

"Oh, no."

The note said: "Yuki, you are with Sara now.

I can hear you."

Yuki dropped the note.

She stepped back from the locker.

"How?

How does she know my name?" Yuki whispered.

Sara did not have an answer.

The two girls stared at the locker.

It was just an old, rusty box.

But now they both knew, something was inside.

Something was listening.

"We have to tell a teacher," Yuki said.

"Who?" Sara asked.

"Who will believe us?"

Yuki thought for a moment.

"Mr. Tanaka," she said.

"The history teacher.

He is very old.

He has been at this school for a long time.

Maybe he knows about Locker 99."

The next morning, they went to Mr. Tanaka's office.

He was a small old man with white hair and kind eyes.

He was drinking tea when the girls came in.

"Sara and Yuki," he said.

"What can I do for you?"

Sara took a deep breath.

She showed him the note.

"Mr. Tanaka, this note was in Locker 99.

We are getting messages."

Mr. Tanaka took the note.

He put on his glasses.

He read it slowly.

His face changed.

The kind eyes became sad.

His hands started to shake.

He put down the note very carefully, like it was a dangerous thing.

"Locker 99," he said quietly.

"I told the other teachers.

I said, take it away.

Take it away.

But they did not listen."

"Mr. Tanaka," Sara said, "do you know about Akari?"

The old man was quiet for a long time.

Then he looked at the girls.

"I know about Akari," he said.

"I knew her.

A long time ago.

When I was a young teacher at this school."

Sara and Yuki sat down.

Mr. Tanaka began his story.

"Thirty years ago, Akari was a student here.

She was 15 years old, like you.

She was a quiet girl.

She liked music.

She played the piano very well.

But she was not happy."

Mr. Tanaka took off his glasses.

He wiped his eyes.

"Some students were not kind to Akari.

They laughed at her.

They took her books.

They pushed her in the corridors.

I tried to help.

But I was young, and I was scared too.

I should have done more."

"What happened to her?" Sara asked.

"One day, Akari did not come to school.

She did not come home.

Her parents looked for her.

The police looked for her.

But nobody could find her.

She disappeared near the lockers on the second floor."

"Locker 99," Yuki whispered.

Mr. Tanaka nodded.

"After that, strange things began to happen near her locker.

Cold air.

Strange sounds.

Notes that nobody wrote.

The school closed Locker 99.

They told the students not to open it."

"But why is she still here?" Sara asked.

"After 30 years?"

Mr. Tanaka shook his head.

"I don't know.

Some people say a spirit cannot leave when it has unfinished business.

Akari wants something.

But I don't know what."

That night, Sara could not sleep.

She kept thinking about Akari.

A 15-year-old girl.

A girl who loved music.

A girl who disappeared 30 years ago.

A girl who was still inside Locker 99.

Sara felt very sad.

She felt angry too.

The students who hurt Akari were probably grown-ups now.

They had families.

They had jobs.

They were happy.

But Akari was still in the dark.

The next morning, Sara wrote a long note.

She wrote:

"Akari, my name is Sara.

I know your story now.

Mr. Tanaka told us.

I am so sorry for what happened.

Please tell me, what can I do?

How can I help you?"

She put the note in Locker 99 before class.

At lunch, Sara and Yuki went back to the locker.

There was a new note inside.

"Sara.

Mr. Tanaka.

He is still kind.

I remember him.

He gave me a chocolate once."

Yuki read the words and her eyes were wet.

"Oh, Akari."

Sara wrote another note.

"Akari, what do you want?

Can we help you go home?"

She put it in the locker.

After school, she came back.

The new note said:

"I want to go home.

But I cannot leave.

I need a key."

"A key?" Yuki said.

"What key?"

Sara wrote: "What key?

Where is the key?"

The next morning, the answer was inside the locker.

The writing was bigger now, and more careful.

Akari was trying very hard.

"The music room.

The old piano.

Inside the piano, there is a small key.

It is my key.

Please bring it to me."

Sara and Yuki looked at each other.

"The music room?" Yuki said.

"Why?"

"Akari loved music," Sara said.

"Mr. Tanaka told us.

She played the piano."

Yuki shook her head.

"Sara, I don't like this.

What if it's a trick?

What if she wants something bad?"

Sara looked at the note again.

"I don't think Akari is bad.

She is scared.

She has been alone for 30 years.

We have to help her."

"But the music room is locked at night," Yuki said.

"And nobody uses the old piano anymore.

There is a new piano on the first floor."

"Then I will go after school," Sara said.

"When everyone goes home."

"You can't go alone!" Yuki said.

"I have to," Sara said.

"If too many people go, the teachers will see.

I have to do this for Akari."

Yuki was quiet.

She did not like it.

But she did not have a better idea.

"Okay," Yuki said.

"But be careful.

And if anything strange happens, run."

"I will."

After school that day, Sara waited.

She waited in the library until the sun went down.

The school became quiet.

The other students went home.

The teachers went home.

Only the cleaning staff stayed, and they were in the other building.

Sara took her bag.

She walked up the stairs to the third floor.

The music room was at the end of the corridor.

The corridor was very dark.

Sara walked slowly down the dark corridor.

Her shoes made small sounds on the floor.

The windows showed a grey evening sky.

The classrooms on both sides were dark and empty.

The music room was at the end.

The door was old and brown.

Sara turned the handle.

The door opened.

Inside, the music room was big and quiet.

There were rows of chairs.

There were old music stands.

And at the front of the room, on the small stage, there was an old black piano.

Sara walked slowly to the piano.

It was very old.

The wood was dark.

Dust was on the top.

Some of the white keys were yellow.

She lifted the top of the piano.

Inside, she could see the strings and the hammers.

And there, in one corner, she saw it: a small silver key, tied with a faded red ribbon.

Sara's hand was shaking.

She picked up the key.

It was cold.

The ribbon was thin and old.

"I have it," she whispered.

"I have your key, Akari."

Then she heard it.

A note.

A single piano note.

Soft and clear.

Sara froze.

She looked at the piano.

The keys were not moving.

Another note.

And another.

Slowly, a melody began to play.

It was a beautiful, sad song.

The notes came from the piano in front of her, but no one was touching it.

Sara stepped back.

Her heart was beating very fast.

"Akari?" she whispered.

"Is that you?"

The music continued.

It was a gentle, beautiful song.

Sara could feel tears in her eyes.

The music sounded like sadness.

Like a girl crying.

Like a heart that was waiting for a long, long time.

Sara held the key tight in her hand.

"I have your key, Akari.

I will bring it to you.

I promise."

The music played one more soft note.

Then it stopped.

The music room was quiet again.

Sara turned and walked to the door, slowly at first, then faster.

When she reached the door, she did not look back.

She closed it behind her.

In the dark corridor, she ran.

She ran down the stairs.

She ran across the empty schoolyard.

She ran all the way to the bus stop.

On the bus home, Sara held the key in her hand.

She was still shaking.

But she was not just scared.

She felt sad too.

The music in the music room, it was Akari's song.

It was the song of a girl who had been alone in the dark for 30 years.

At home, Sara hid the key in her drawer.

She did not tell her mother.

She did not tell anyone, except Yuki.

The next morning, Sara showed Yuki the key.

Yuki looked at it.

"Sara, this is real.

This is really happening."

"I know," Sara said.

"What do we do now?" Yuki asked.

Sara took a deep breath.

"I have to put the key in the locker.

Akari said the key will help her go home."

But before Sara opened Locker 99, she went to Mr. Tanaka one more time.

She wanted to ask him about the music, about the piano that played by itself.

Mr. Tanaka was in his office, drinking tea.

He looked tired.

When he saw Sara, he sighed.

"Sara.

You are still in this story, then."

Sara sat down.

She put the silver key on his desk.

"Mr. Tanaka, I found this in the music room.

Inside the old piano.

Akari told me where to find it."

Mr. Tanaka stared at the key.

His eyes went wide.

He picked it up with shaking hands.

"This key," he whispered.

"I know this key."

"You know it?"

"Yes.

This is the key to Locker 99.

Each locker had its own key.

After Akari disappeared, the police looked for her key.

But they never found it.

They thought she dropped it somewhere."

"So she had her key all the time," Sara said.

"She hid it in the piano."

Mr. Tanaka nodded slowly.

"She must have hidden it before she disappeared.

But why?"

Sara was thinking.

"Mr. Tanaka, you said Akari was bullied.

The other students were cruel to her.

What if she hid in her locker that day?

What if she was hiding from them?"

Mr. Tanaka's face went white.

"But the police looked in all the lockers."

"Did they?" Sara asked.

"Or did they just open them and look quickly?

It was a long time ago."

The old teacher put his face in his hands.

"I should have known.

I should have helped her more."

"Mr. Tanaka, it is not your fault," Sara said gently.

"But now we can help her.

We can help her go home."

Mr. Tanaka looked at her.

His eyes were full of tears.

"How?"

"I don't know," Sara said.

"But Akari told me, if I bring the key to her, she can leave.

I have to try."

Mr. Tanaka was quiet for a long time.

Then he stood up.

"I am coming with you," he said.

"I owe Akari that much."

Yuki was waiting in the corridor outside.

She looked surprised when she saw Mr. Tanaka.

"He is coming too," Sara said.

The three of them walked to the second floor.

The corridor with the lockers was bright with afternoon sun.

Other students were there too, opening their lockers, talking, laughing.

They did not know what was happening at the end of the corridor.

Sara, Yuki, and Mr. Tanaka stood in front of Locker 99.

The brown rusty door looked sadder than before.

The white paper still said "Do not open."

Sara took the key in her hand.

It was cold.

"Akari," she said quietly.

"I have your key.

I am here.

Are you ready to go home?"

She waited.

She listened.

For a moment, there was nothing.

Just the sounds of students far down the corridor.

Then she heard it.

Just one word, very soft, like a whisper from far away.

"Yes."

Sara looked at Yuki.

Yuki nodded.

Sara looked at Mr. Tanaka.

He nodded too.

His face was wet with tears.

Sara opened the locker one more time.

There was a final note inside.

"Thank you, Sara.

I am ready now.

Please open the door with my key.

Then close your eyes.

And let me go."

Sara picked up the final note.

She read it slowly.

Her hands were shaking.

"Open the door with my key.

Close your eyes.

And let me go."

"What does it mean?" Yuki asked.

"I don't know," Sara said.

"But she trusts us.

We have to do what she says."

Mr. Tanaka stepped forward.

"Wait.

Are you sure, Sara?

Are you sure you want to do this?"

Sara looked at the rusty locker.

She thought about Akari.

A 15-year-old girl.

A girl who loved the piano.

A girl who hid in her locker because she was scared.

A girl who was alone in the dark for 30 years.

"Yes," Sara said.

"I'm sure."

Sara put the silver key in the lock.

For a moment, the key did not turn.

It was rusty.

The lock had not been used for many years.

Sara pushed harder.

The key began to move.

Slowly, slowly, it turned.

"Click."

The lock opened.

Sara took a deep breath.

She put her hand on the door handle.

"Yuki, Mr. Tanaka, close your eyes," she said.

She closed her own eyes.

She pulled the door.

The locker door made its loud, old sound.

Then there was a strange feeling, like a cold wind, but inside the building.

The wind blew past Sara's face.

It moved her hair.

It was very cold.

But it did not feel bad.

It felt free.

For a moment, Sara thought she heard a girl's voice.

A young voice, light and happy.

"Thank you.

Thank you so much.

I am going home now.

Goodbye."

The cold wind stopped.

The corridor was warm again.

Sara opened her eyes.

The locker was open.

Inside, it was empty.

There were no notes.

There was nothing.

But on the floor of the locker, where the notes used to be, there was something small and red.

Sara reached in and picked it up.

It was the red ribbon, the same red ribbon that had been tied to the key.

But now it was bright and new.

The color was strong, like a happy heart.

Yuki opened her eyes.

"Sara, did it work?"

"I think so," Sara whispered.

Mr. Tanaka was crying.

But he was smiling too.

"She is gone," he said.

"Akari is finally going home."

The three of them stood in the corridor for a long time.

They did not say anything.

There was nothing to say.

The story was over.

Akari was free.

After a while, Mr. Tanaka touched the rusty locker with his hand.

"I will take care of this now," he said.

"I will talk to the school.

They will take this old locker away.

It is time."

Sara nodded.

She put the silver key and the red ribbon in her pocket.

She would keep them.

Always.

The three of them walked away from Locker 99.

They walked together, slowly.

The sun was going down outside the windows.

The corridor was full of warm orange light.

Sara felt tired.

But she felt good too.

That night, Sara slept deeply for the first time in a week.

She did not dream.

She did not wake up.

She slept like a stone.

In the morning, her mother had to wake her up.

"Sara!

Sara, you will be late for school!"

Sara opened her eyes.

The sun was bright in her window.

She smiled.

The world felt different now.

Lighter.

Cleaner.

Like after a big storm.

She got dressed quickly.

She put the silver key and the red ribbon in her bag.

She did not know why.

Maybe she just wanted to keep them close.

At school, Yuki was waiting for her at the gate.

"Sara, you have to come and see," Yuki said.

Her face was excited.

"See what?"

"The corridor.

Locker 99.

Come on!"

They ran up the stairs.

They ran down the corridor on the second floor.

Other students were standing in front of the lockers, looking and talking.

Sara pushed through.

She reached the end of the corridor.

She stopped.

Locker 99 was gone.

Where the rusty old locker used to be, there was now an empty space, a clean wall.

The other lockers ended at number 98.

There was no 99 anymore.

"How?" Sara whispered.

A teacher was talking to the students.

"Yes, the old locker was taken away last night.

It was too old.

Don't worry.

We will put a new locker here next week."

But Sara knew the truth.

The locker was not just taken away by workers.

Akari was free.

And her locker, the place where she had been trapped for 30 years, was free too.

Yuki put her arm around Sara.

"She really is gone, isn't she?"

"Yes," Sara said.

"She is home."

The two girls walked to class together.

The corridor felt different now.

The cold place at the end was gone.

The whole school felt warmer.

At lunch, Sara and Yuki went to see Mr. Tanaka.

He was in the schoolyard, looking at the trees.

The wind was moving the leaves.

It was a perfect spring day.

"Mr. Tanaka," Sara said.

He turned and smiled at them.

"Did you see?" he asked.

"The locker is gone."

"Yes," Sara said.

"How did it happen so fast?"

Mr. Tanaka laughed softly.

"I called the principal last night.

I told him a strong story.

I said the locker was a safety problem.

I said it had to go.

He listened.

The workers came at six this morning."

"Thank you, Mr. Tanaka," Sara said.

He shook his head.

"No.

Thank you, Sara.

And you, Yuki.

You did what I could not do for 30 years.

You helped Akari go home."

A small wind blew through the schoolyard.

It was warm.

It felt like a gentle hand on Sara's cheek.

For a moment, Sara thought she could hear a faint sound.

Like piano music, far away.

A beautiful, happy song.

Then it was gone.

A week later, the school put a new locker in the empty space.

It was silver and shiny, just like all the others.

It had a new number on it: 99.

But this 99 was different.

It was clean.

It was bright.

There was no rust.

There was no white paper that said "Do not open."

Sara walked past it every day.

She always smiled.

Sometimes, students in the school still talked about the old Locker 99.

They said strange things had happened there a long time ago.

They said it was haunted.

But the new students did not know the real story.

Only Sara, Yuki, and Mr. Tanaka knew the truth.

One Saturday, Sara and Yuki took the silver key and the red ribbon to a quiet place outside the city.

There was a small temple on top of a hill.

The trees were green.

The air was clean.

Sara dug a small hole in the soft earth near a cherry tree.

She put the silver key inside.

She tied the red ribbon to a branch of the tree.

"Goodbye, Akari," she said quietly.

"Rest well.

You are home now."

The wind blew through the leaves of the cherry tree.

The red ribbon moved gently.

Pink flowers fell from the branches.

They covered the small hole with their soft pink color.

Yuki took Sara's hand.

They stood together for a long time.

"Sara," Yuki said.

"Are you sad?"

Sara thought for a moment.

"A little.

But mostly I am happy.

Akari needed help, and we helped her.

That is a good thing."

Yuki nodded.

"You are a good friend, Sara."

"You too," Sara said.

"I could not do it without you."

The two girls walked back down the hill.

The sun was warm on their faces.

On Monday, Sara was at her own locker, number 47, when a new student came down the corridor.

She was small and had short black hair.

She looked lost.

"Hello," Sara said.

"Are you new?"

The girl nodded.

"My name is Mei.

I am in class 1-B.

The teacher said my locker is number 99."

Sara smiled.

"I will show you.

It is at the end of the corridor."

The two girls walked together.

Sara watched the new student open Locker 99.

The new locker was clean and bright.

The door opened smoothly.

There was no cold air, no strange sounds, no notes inside.

"Thank you," Mei said.

"You're welcome," Sara said.

"Welcome to our school."

Mei put her books inside the locker and closed the door.

Then she ran off to class.

Sara stood alone for a moment in front of Locker 99.

She put her hand on the silver door.

"Goodbye, Akari," she whispered.

"Watch over us."

The corridor was quiet and peaceful.

Sunlight came through the windows.

Far away, in another part of the school, Sara could hear the new piano playing a happy song.

She smiled.

Then she went to class.