Not Bucin's girlfriend

Horror Story

The original was nothing. I used to have a teacher's child friend, he lived in the official house in the lower class ranks. The buildings on the ground below consist of classes I, II, and III. In this range there is also a large office space that doubles the teacher's office, library room, Headmaster's office, and TU. The school is not a favorite school, anyway. It was a room to be together.

Well, put my friend's official house on the end. I used to play there with other friends until the afternoon, around the local time. Usually we would play bicycles and deliberately pass in the corridors of the classroom. Though the terrace was supposed to be clean, the same dipel class every morning. Coupled with the white ceramic color, making the former bike path can be seen clearly.

Following the scene on TV, my friends and I tried to get into the upper class in the afternoon, the results were nothing. Classes remain as usual, only quiet because there are no students. I was afraid, but at the end of it I laughed. This incident happened if I was not wrong in second grade Elementary School. The school is close to home, so even going home in the afternoon is not too much of a problem.

Mostly I have forgotten what the horror story is, yes, understand, it's been a long time. But what I think is the most legendary story that the school was a former cemetery. I don't know why almost all schools must have a story that the place was a former cemetery. SMP is also the problem.

He said his school was a former cemetery, so haunted and many horror stories. But just like SD, it's all bullshit. I mean, at Junior High I'm an OSIS manager, want to be active. I often go home in the afternoon. But right I walk in the corridors of the classroom, although alone, there is nothing. Not that I expected to meet anything either, anyway.

So I concluded that the horror story at the school was just to scare the students so as not to hang out at school after class.

But ... Once when me and my friends were noisy in class around 11pm, we sang while banging the table loudly. It just so happened to be tacky, so the show was pretty free. Not long after that the waiting mothers of the stalls near the school approached us.

Yes, it could be that the disturbed is human, but somehow at that time me and friends immediately silent, as if the mother meant not human, but other creatures. I don't know what that creature is I don't know.

I held my stomach when the pain came again, then as the one inside pressed out, I immediately ran towards the toilet. Ah, when will this snag stop?

I grimaced as a disgusting voice sounded, typical of people snapping. May there be no one outside, because if there is, where will I put my face? WC school is not soundproof, disgusting voice must be heard clearly also from outside. I did leave the tap water open to cover his voice, but it still sounded loud.

When I finished, I left the class immediately. This time not daydreaming like before, I will go to the pharmacy to buy medicine. The pain was quite excruciating, I was also afraid of getting dehydrated because almost all the fluids came out. I don't want to die in a dry body.

After putting my shoes on, I prepared to go to the picket table. But before that I checked my pockets first. That's my guess! The money is in the bag. If not checked can be ashamed of my weight because I can not pay. Why am I so forgetful, anyway?