Notice: this is a fiction and the protagonists in this novel are imaginary characters, who aren’t related anyone in reality.
And this is a horror story. If you don’t like such stories or you have intense and special phobias, please don’t read this horror story.
<Here begins the novel.>
“In the restroom were set in line three chambers on the right side of the entrance. Each chamber was surrounded by wooden boards, on which smears and blemish were dispersed. In public schools and some private schools, students clean up where they use; classrooms, corridors, special rooms used for particular subjects like science and music, and restrooms. But as you know, nobody does such a thing seriously. Especially, the places the superintendences of teachers don’t reach out that often.
On the left were attached water supplies with basins. They also were covered with thin layers of dust, and the mirrors above the basins have spatters of something. The dot-textured floors were also dirty as well as the walls. The room itself was filthy and dimming, whilst I felt smell of antiseptic solution. On the wall opposite to the entrance side was attached a window, through which only faint light came in, which made me shiver and gave me a drive strong enough to hurry myself up. I got into the nearest chamber and finished the leak.
“It’s done.”
I felt so. And when I was washing my hands, there was something at the corner of my eyesight. It was like a flicker, rather than a real figure. Which was the impression I got back then. I turned around. Of course, nobody was there. Except for the sound of water gushing from the tap, what governed the atmosphere inside the restroom was silence. Thanks to the sound of water flow alleviating the strain of my body, I could move to the door. At the moment when I grabbed the doorknob of the room, “keee”, I heard something made of metal was squeaking. Before few seconds passed, I sensed that was the sound of hinges attached to the door of a chamber. Turning around again, I could notice nothing special. A moment after that, I saw something small was on the edge of the open door. That was the door of the chamber, which I have just used. And gazing at that stuff on the edge, it turned out to be fingers of human. And something black was coming out of the chamber, slowly, with a chortle.
I got out of the restroom, and was rushing to the entrance. I couldn’t feel any difficulty in my respiration though I was growing out of breath. I once turned around, and saw a girl walking after me. She had a black sleek hair of middle length. What she wore was a white shirt with round collars, red suspenders, red skirt, whose hem reached the knees, and indoor shoes, which were an old type different from what I and other peers wear. The shoes had smears all over themselves and the mood squandered from herself was dark and gloomy. Once a glimpse, I could understand she was not an “alive” girl but a “dead” one. Looking forward again, I kept running, without turning back. Seconds later, I turned left and crossing the bridge. The faint voice from the outside was getting larger and I felt the chortles behind me was diminishing. “The entrance was getting closer”, I thought so. The other end of the bridge was almost there. I could feel breathing grew tougher. Turning left at the corner, the entrance was just steps away.
Crossing the bridge was over, I turned left. What I saw was too overwhelming to accept. The girl, who was supposed to be after me, was at the entrance. At first I couldn’t recognize who she was. I stopped, then got panicked, lost what to do next. Before I turn around and run to find other exit, she came in front of my eyesight. She was one step away from me. An ordinary elementary school student would take longer than five seconds to run for the distance. But she came to me, instantly. Maybe, less than a second. Her face was pale, but her eyes were dazzling, as if she had just met a close friend. Smirk appeared to her face, then,
“Let’s play together.”
What I felt next was a strong grip in my right wrist. The extreme strength of dragging power was not the power human arms can produce. Her fingers was going down deep into the skin, which made me feel a flaming pain, scream, and wriggle to get away from the ghost with a monstrous power. I couldn’t move even a smidge from where both of us were. While she was trying to drag me, I was shrieking
“No!”
“Don’t take me!”
“I didn’t do anything wrong to you!”
“I can’t make friends with you!”
and repeated stuff like those above. As I ran at the highest speed I can afford and kept shrieking, I ran out of breath and gradually lost my own consciousness. The vigorous voices from outside and my strenuous shout began to faint, and I drowned into darkness.”
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