INSTITUT PENDIDIKAN GURU

KAMPUS RAJA MELEWAR

JABATAN BAHASA

TAHUN AKADEMIK: Semester 5 / 2023

TUGASAN KERJA KURSUS

(INDIVIDU)

TSLB 3252
CREATIVE WRITING
PROGRAM : PISMP
AMBILAN: JUN 2021
SEMESTER: LIMA

NAMA PENSYARAH: PN WAN NORHANA BINTI WAN

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NAMA PELAJAR: SASSHVIETAA A/P K RAMAESS

ANGKA GILIRAN: 2021152340205
NO KAD PENGENALAN: 020606-10-2094

TARIKH HANTAR: 07/04/2023

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Tandatangan Pelajar: Tarikh: 07/04/2023

CREATIVE WRITING MATERIAL

PROSE FICTION
SHORT STORY

13th of February was the first day of my SBE, which is School Based Experience. It was
5 days long. The main purpose of SBE was to explore about schools and their routines. It is very
essential for me as I am a teacher trainee. The school I went was actually near to my house and
it will take around 15 minutes to reach the school. It was my first time going to the school. The
journey was fine but the interesting part comes in only after I went into the school.

Since it was my first time there, I did not know where the office was as I was supposed
to report my attendance to the principal of the school. The security guard was kind enough to
show me the way to the office. I went to the office and reported my attendance. The principal and
the vice principal briefed me about the itinerary for 5 days. They gave me a space to sit and keep
my things in the staff room. There was a room locked beside the staff room. I wondered why but
I just thought I have enough time to find out the reason.

The day passed. Came the next day. I was working alone in the staff room because I had
no relief classes to attend to. It was very quiet and weird. I had this sense like someone was
watching me but no one was there. I calmed my mind by saying “Don’t overthink, no one is here”.
Time passed by very slowly. I still had that eerie feel. Suddenly, there was a scraping sound.
Sound of the chair scraping the floor to be precise.

The sound startled me, and I immediately turned around to see what had caused it, but
there was no one in the room with me. Even though I was alone, the sound was very loud and
clear. I tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in my stomach and told myself that
it must have been the wind or the old, creaky building settling.

I went back to my work, but I couldn't focus. Every little noise made me jump, and I
found myself constantly looking over my shoulder. It was then that I noticed the locked room
beside the staff room again. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about that
room, and I became increasingly curious about what was inside.
 As the day wore on, my curiosity grew and I found myself constantly glancing at the
locked door. I wondered if there was something important or valuable inside, or if it was just an
old storage room that hadn't been used in years.

But then, as I was lost in my thoughts, I heard another sound. It was a faint whisper,
and it seemed to be coming from the direction of the locked room. I froze in my seat, my heart
pounding in my chest. Was someone in there? Was it just my imagination?

I tried to calm myself down, but the feeling of unease only grew stronger. I couldn't
shake off the feeling that something was watching me, and I couldn't help but think that the locked
room held some kind of secret.

As the day drew to a close, I couldn't wait to leave the staff room and the strange sense
of unease that had settled over me. I had a feeling that my SBE was going to be much more
interesting than I had anticipated.

The next day, I had a full schedule of classes to observe and assist with. I was excited
to see what it was like to be a teacher in action. As I walked through the school halls, I couldn't
help but notice how quiet and eerie the school felt, even with all the students bustling about.

The following day during my fifth class observation, I couldn't shake off the feeling of
being watched. I looked around the classroom, but no one was paying me any attention. It was
as if the feeling of being watched was coming from somewhere entirely. I brushed it off as just my
imagination and continued to assist with the lesson.

Later in the day, I had the opportunity to explore the school further. As I walked down
one of the empty hallways, I heard a strange noise coming from the locked room next to the staff
room. It sounded like something scratching at the door, trying to get out. I couldn't help but feel a
sense of dread wash over me.

I quickly made my way back to the staff room, trying to keep my cool. As I sat there, I
couldn't help but wonder what could be locked away in that room. Was it just my imagination, or
was something going on in this school? The rest of my SBE was filled with strange occurrences
and unexplainable phenomena, leaving me with more questions than answers.

The other days were fine and normal. Nothing unusual occurred.

17th of February which is last day of my SBE, while I was in the staff room, I heard the
distinct sound of footsteps coming from the locked room. My heart racing, I tiptoed over to the
door and pressed my ear against it. Sure enough, someone or something was moving around
inside.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to know what was inside that room. I grabbed the keys
from the school's office and made my way back to the staff room, my hands trembling with
anticipation.

As I unlocked the door and pushed it open, a gust of cold air hit me. The room was dark
and empty, but I could feel a presence there. Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind me, and I
was plunged into darkness.

I fumbled around in the darkness, trying to find the light switch. When I finally did, what
I saw made my blood run cold. In the center of the room stood a ghostly figure, staring at me with
cold, dead eyes. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. Fear froze me.

Eventually, the figure disappeared, and the room was once again empty. But from that
day on, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was still watching me, lurking just out of sight.
My SBE may have been over, but the memory of that locked room would haunt me forever.
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