Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories-Chapter 63

“Damn, what is that.”

The other team members who saw them, like Oliver, muttered curses under their breath.

“Shouldn’t we help them?”

“How can we help them? Do you think they’re people?”

As Oliver asked, the ones grabbing the hair of the students from Team 1 did not look human at all.

They had human figures, but their skin seemed to be tanned black, and their bloodshot eyes took up half of their faces.

Their mouths were filled with sharp teeth like awls, and the corners of their mouths were torn all the way to their ears.

“Are you all just going to watch from here? Shouldn’t we report them?”

“Yeah. Let’s report them.”

Oliver agreed to report them.

However, since we didn’t know how the situation would play out, they decided that two of them would stay here and two of them would go down and report them.

Oliver was the one who stayed.

But the problem was that even after a long time, there was no news from the team members who had gone down.

Now Oliver had to make a decision. Should he go to rescue the students of Team 1, or should he go to find the students of Team 2 who had not returned?

Or should he just hide here and wait for someone to come?

However, neither of them was easy to choose.

The two options were too scary, and the last option was too burdensome to them because of their guilt.

“Uh, why don’t we just wait?”

At that moment, Oliver and one of the remaining team members suggested. Oliver might have felt relieved to hear that suggestion. But at the same time, he felt a sense of guilt again.

In the end, Oliver, who had been thinking about it, was about to say that he agreed to the suggestion.

What are you doing here?

Oliver and his teammate were shocked and froze in place.

The voice that came from the top of the stairs. That is, the hallway on the 5th floor where the students of Team 1 were.

He slowly raised his head.

A school girl in a school uniform with large holes where her eyes should be looked at Oliver and asked.

Are you their friends too?

The school girl asked Oliver.

In the direction the school girl pointed, there were students from Team 1 who were being dragged around by their hair by ‘them.’

Oliver swallowed dryly as he sweated. He didn’t know what to say.

So he took out the <Safety Rules for Students of Johannes Castle> and checked it out.

Now that he looked at it, there were additional instructions written in very small letters at the bottom of the guide.

6. When you reach the 5th floor.

There will be other students on the 5th floor besides you. Pretend to be their friends. If they find out you’re not their friends, there’s no way out. Good luck.

⌎They value friendship. If you ignore the danger of your friend or give an answer that is different from the concept of friendship that ‘they’ have, the very angry ‘they’ will drag you away to educate your mind. The existence of the students who were dragged away has not been confirmed so far, and their very existence will /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ be erased from the world, so no one will remember that you disappeared.

‘They’ value friendship.

Oliver answered while thinking back on that.

“Yeah. Friends.”

Then the female student snickered.

The corners of her mouth split open to her ears and blood flowed from her mouth. It was a horrifyingly bizarre laugh.

That’s good. If you’re friends, you can play together too.

Only after hearing that did Oliver realize that his answer was wrong.

‘XX, someone please help me!’

However, the team members who had left to ask for help did not return even after a long time.

There was no hope.

* * *

I moved with Christine, but I used the stairs instead of the elevator.

Stairs, elevators, and ghost stories are the same, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

However, the stairs seemed like a better option because I felt more autonomous.

I asked Christine as I climbed the stairs.

“Which floor were you on?”

“You might not believe me, but you were on the 5th floor.”

“I believe you.”

“......Really?”

“You know we were on the 1st basement floor right now? There’s no basement in Johannes Castle.”

Christine’s face turned pale at my words and she shut her mouth. She seemed convinced right away.

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As expected, the stairs were not ordinary either.

It seemed like we only went up one floor, but we arrived at the 5th floor.

That was a good thing. Our destination was the 5th floor, but we arrived at it in one go.

Christine and I climbed the stairs and stood at the corner, looking out into the hallway.

“Senior Hastings, I think there’s a member of our team over there.”

Christine told me.

There were a lot of people in the hallway. To be exact, there were people mixed with non-humans. Non-humans were obvious at a glance.

I uncorked the vial of holy water that Senior Noah had given me and asked Christine for one thing before taking a sip.

“Senati, I have a favor to ask. I need your help to save your team members.”

“Just say anything, Senior!”

Christine clenched her fists with a determined look on her face.

I told her what I wanted and then took a sip of holy water.

When there were too many evil spirits or demons, it was helpful to hold the holy water.

Father Cesario and Senior Noah had said that it would protect them to some extent.

Then I left Christine and went out into the hallway alone. I saw ‘they’ recognize me and look back.

Soon, the ones who had found me exactly rushed at me as if they had been waiting.

I slowly lured them away. I was very fortunate that I was able to lure them away as expected.

I saw Christine, who had been hiding, running towards the team members just in time.

With a sigh of relief, I lured ‘they’ to a classroom and destroyed them all with holy water and a cross.

The cross tattoo on my arm disappeared several times. However, even though I had destroyed all the evil spirits, the ghost story did not end.

‘Why is the ghost story not over?’

We were still on the 5th floor. That meant that this ghost story might not end until we found the door.

Then I saw something on the classroom blackboard.

He’s coming.

Run away before midnight.

What is that?

I took out my pocket watch after seeing the mysterious phrase written on the blackboard.

The clock showed 11:21. It was not long until midnight.

I did not know what would happen at midnight, but it was clear that something bad would happen.

I had to hurry and take the students from Team 1 out.

While thinking about why the ghost story never ended, I suddenly thought of a mirror.

‘Yes. Mirror, I have to find a mirror.’

I looked around the classroom carefully. There was usually a mirror at the back of the classroom.

The dark interior of the classroom came into view.

A sign that said ‘5th Grade F Class’ was hung on the front door of the classroom.

There is no 5th grade at St. Gloria Private School. But 5th Grade F Class... ... .

I looked away from the sign with a puzzled expression. There were only about 12 desks in the classroom.

There was nothing unusual, so I looked out the window.

It was pitch black outside the window. It wasn’t pitch black because it was night, it was just pitch black.

It was definitely the 5th floor, but it was so dark. This place really was a ghost story.

‘Yeah. I have to find a mirror.’

To do that, I moved to another place. There didn’t seem to be a mirror in this classroom.

With that thought, I turned my head toward the classroom and was a little surprised.

There were students sitting at 12 desks in the classroom.

‘W-what.’

However, their faces were buried deep in their desks, so I couldn’t see them.

I was frozen in my seat and quietly watching them, but fortunately, there was no movement.

‘Let’s go out quickly.’

But as I headed toward the front door of the classroom, I saw that the writing on the blackboard had changed.

He’s here.

Run away.

Before midnight.

It clearly said 'He's coming' a moment ago, but in that moment it changed to 'He's here'.