It was the fifteenth of December, 1999. A few kids from Honnouji Academy, dared one among their group, a fifteen year old girl named Misaki Sato, to enter their school building at midnight and bring back a duster as proof. I was absolutely terrified. What if one of the janitors saw me? What if she called the cops on me? I pushed open the collapsible gates to the building and stepped inside. I took a deep breath, thinking about why I even agreed to this, and turned on the flashlight. I couldn’t train the flashlight on one point in the hallway because my hand was shaking like crazy. I brushed my hair away from my eyes and started toward the stairwell. As I was walking up the stairs, I heard a floorboard creak from upstairs. I stifled a whimper and weighed my options. I could go back and be called a coward. Or I could go forward and see what happens. After all, there was a chance there was no one else in the building and it was just a mouse or something. And even if I did get caught. What was the worst thing the janitor could do? If he reported me to the police I could tell the others’ names and bring them down with me. At least I wouldn’t be alone if they end up putting me in prison...
I reached the landing and walked to the end of the hallway. There it was. The classroom. I opened the door as quietly as I could and walked inside. I pointed the flashlight at the teacher’s table. There it was. The duster. Just sitting there as if waiting for me. I walk towards it when I hear a slow groan. I stop in my tracks. Oh God. What was that? I decided to just get the thing and get out of the building as fast as possible.
I walked between the desks to the teacher’s desk. It happened just as I passed the last desk, too fast for me to react or even recognize what was happening. Something came out from under the desk right behind me and grabbed me by the throat. It bashed my head into the teacher’s desk, cracking both my skull and the hard wood of the desk. I was dead before I hit the ground.
Japan today, 16th of December, 1999:- “Teenage girl named Misaki Sato missing in Nikko, Japan. Sixteen years old. 5’2’’ 166.6 lbs. Brown Hair/Brown Eyes. She was last seen by her parents before they set out for a dinner party with their friends. Reward is being offered to person(s) who can provide information about her whereabouts. Please call the National Police Agency at 110.”
It was a normal evening in 2002. Haruto Takashi had finished marking his students’ test papers and was getting ready to head home. He walked to his locker and opened the door to get his backpack. As soon as he opened the door, he saw something that could only be described as an abomination, with a rotting face and clumps of brown hair it was fairly humanoid in shape. It immediately reached out and grabbed his throat with superhuman strength. I pulled him inside. He wasn’t offered the mercy of a quick death like the monster was three years ago.
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