The next morning, Kyla couldn’t concentrate. She sat in class, her pen hovering over her notebook, but her mind kept drifting back to the missing persons report in the office. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the blurry faces from the yearbook, the name Maya Delacruz, and that eerie sense of being watched.
Something was wrong at Grandview High, and she couldn’t ignore it any longer.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was a message from Ellie:
We need to meet after school. I found something.
Kyla’s pulse quickened. Ellie was always the level-headed one, the one who kept them grounded, but if she was calling for a meeting, it had to be something big.
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After the last bell rang, Kyla quickly gathered her things and met Ellie by the lockers. Ellie looked just as tense as Kyla felt, her expression serious.
“What’s going on?” Kyla asked, her heart racing.
Ellie glanced around, making sure no one was listening. “You won’t believe this, but I found a link to an old forum—somewhere people are talking about the Class of 2005. And there’s more. Someone posted a video of a person who claims to be from that class.”
Kyla’s eyes widened. “A video? What do you mean?”
Ellie pulled out her phone and showed Kyla a grainy, shaky video. In it, a figure in a dark hoodie stood in front of a blurry, old-school classroom. The person’s face was obscured, but their voice was clear.
“I’m here to warn you. The Class of 2005 isn’t just forgotten. They were erased... and if you dig too deep, you’ll become a part of that history. You’ll become one of us.”
The video ended abruptly, and Ellie swiped to the next screen, showing a few comments beneath the post.
User1: “Don’t listen to them. It’s a trap. They’ve been trying to erase us for years.”
User2: “I used to be in that class. I don’t remember anything, but I know something happened.”
Kyla’s stomach twisted into knots. “This… this can’t be real, right? Who would post something like this?”
Ellie’s face was pale. “That’s exactly what I thought, but… I don’t know. The name in the comments, ‘User2,’ is listed as someone from the Class of 2005. And the username is familiar. It’s from an old school message board that was shut down years ago.”
Kyla’s mind raced. “What if they’re still out there? What if someone in the class remembers something, but we can’t trust what they’re saying because it’s been—”
“Erased?” Ellie finished for her, her voice barely a whisper. “What if that’s what’s happening? What if we’re not supposed to remember?”
Kyla shuddered. The thought was almost too terrifying to comprehend. Could someone really have the power to erase entire people, entire classes, from existence? And if so, why? What was the purpose?
“We need to get to the bottom of this,” Kyla said firmly, the weight of the situation settling in. “But we can’t do it alone.”
Ellie nodded. “James might be onto something too. I saw him talking to someone after school yesterday. He wouldn’t tell me who, but he looked shaken. Whatever he’s found, I think he’s scared to share it.”
Kyla frowned. “James has always been jumpy. But if he’s involved, then we need to find him. We need answers.”
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After school, Kyla and Ellie met up with James near the old storage shed behind the school. James stood there, his arms crossed, looking like he had something to say but wasn’t sure how to begin.
“What’s going on?” Kyla asked, her voice sharp. “You’ve been acting strange all day.”
James sighed, glancing nervously around the corner as though he was afraid someone might be watching. “I… I don’t know if I can explain this, but I think I’ve seen something. Something I’m not supposed to.”
“What do you mean?” Ellie pressed.
James took a deep breath, his face pale. “I found an old journal in the library. It belonged to a student from the Class of 2005. It talks about the disappearances—about people being wiped from memory. And it says that whoever tries to remember them... will become part of the erasure. The journal was... it was torn up at the end. But there was one sentence left at the bottom.”
Kyla leaned forward. “What did it say?”
James swallowed hard. “It said, ‘The more you search, the more you forget. Don’t try to remember.’”
A cold chill ran down Kyla’s spine. “So, what you’re saying is… whoever tried to expose this, whoever tried to remember… they got erased too?”
James nodded. “I think so. It’s like there’s some kind of force keeping this whole thing under wraps. I don’t know who’s behind it, but I’m telling you, this isn’t just some school rumor. There’s something... dangerous going on.”
Kyla felt her breath catch in her throat. The pieces were starting to fall into place, and the more they uncovered, the worse it seemed. The Class of 2005 hadn’t just vanished—they’d been erased. And the more they looked into it, the more they risked becoming a part of the forgotten history themselves.
“What do we do now?” Ellie asked, her voice small.
“We keep going,” Kyla said, her voice determined. “We figure out who’s behind this, and we find out why they’re doing it. Because if we stop now… we might just become the next people no one remembers.”
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The Vanishing class: The Forgotten
Mystery / ThrillerEvery year, one class at Grandview High mysteriously disappears. Not in the way you might expect. No one goes missing physically-they just vanish from memory. Teachers forget them. Their friends forget them. Even their own families. It's as if they...
