Paranormal Whisper: The Bell in North House.

I was sixteen when I started staying late at my all girls school in Essex, and at first there was nothing unusual about it. It was just winter, long corridors, weak lights, old buildings, and that quiet feeling schools get after most people have gone home. But little things began to unsettle me, things I could not explain properly and did not want to admit were getting under my skin. I kept tellin...