The Graduation Photo Sends Them to Their Graves
Language: en
Silverwood Academy had a rule: never take a graduation photo. Legend said whoever stood in the frame would be cursed. But Melody, our beloved class sweetheart, refused to believe in ghosts. "I'm moving abroad in weeks," she pleaded, eyes brimming with tears. "Can't we have one memory?" The class agreed instantly. "It's just a stupid rumor," they said. Everyone except me. My intuition was a physical weight, screaming disaster. I slipped away to find our homeroom teacher, shutting down the shoot. Melody left for Europe with a heavy heart. Her plane crashed into the Atlantic. No survivors. At…