I’m not sure if this is the right place to post this, but I need to know if this makes sense to anyone else.
Something weird happened during our exam today, and I can’t tell if I’m remembering it wrong or if something is actually off.
Our exam was on the third floor this morning. The main staircase was completely packed, so a few classmates and I went to use the side staircase—the one that’s always kind of empty.
We started going up together.
About halfway up, everyone in front of me just… stopped.
No one said anything at first. They were just standing there, looking up the stairs like something was wrong.
I asked what was going on.
One of them said, really quietly, **“**Let’s just go the other way.**”**
That was it.
Then they turned around and went back down.
All of them.
No one argued, no one explained, and no one asked me to come with them.
That part is what’s bothering me the most—
it felt like they already knew I wasn’t going to follow.
I stayed there for a few seconds.
I remember thinking I should just go with them.
But I didn’t.
I went up alone.
The higher I went, the quieter it got.
At some point, the noise from below didn’t fade—it just disappeared completely. Like something cut it off.
There’s a landing between the second and third floor. There’s supposed to be just a wall there.
But I noticed something I don’t remember seeing before.
A door.
Slightly open.
I’m not saying it **“**appeared**”** or anything like that. I just… don’t remember it ever being there.
It wasn’t locked or anything. Just not fully closed.
I should’ve ignored it and gone straight to the exam.
Instead, I pushed it open a little.
Inside didn’t look like any room I’ve seen in the school.
It was bigger than it should’ve been.
There were broken desks, old chairs, damp boxes, black plastic bags piled up in a way that didn’t look random.
More like everything had been deliberately placed there.
I didn’t go in.
I just stood at the doorway.
And then I noticed something standing further inside.
At first I thought it was a person.
But it was too small.
The proportions felt wrong.
It was wearing a straw hat.
That’s the only detail I’m completely sure about.
It wasn’t moving.
But I had this very strong feeling that it had already noticed me.
Not when I saw it—
but the moment I reached the door.
I stepped back.
And then it spoke.
The voice was quiet. Dry. Slow.
Like it hadn’t been used in a long time.
It said:
**“****You came up.****”**
I didn’t respond.
I just pulled the door shut.
I’m sure I closed it properly.
I went upstairs right after that, and everything was normal again. Noise, people, teachers—nothing felt off anymore.
I didn’t think about it much until later.
After the exam, I tried to bring it up with the same classmates.
I asked them why they turned around on the stairs.
They looked confused.
One of them asked me, **“**What stairs?**”**
I thought they were joking.
They weren’t.
I asked if they went toward the side staircase this morning.
They said no.
All of them.
No hesitation.
I didn’t push it further.
But as I was leaving, I heard one of them say something quietly to another.
I don’t know if I was supposed to hear it.
But I’m pretty sure they said:
**“****He went up.****”**
I haven’t gone back to that staircase yet.
But there’s one thing I can’t stop thinking about—
If that door wasn’t supposed to be there,
then what exactly did I close?