This is a Halloween special, but it has already crossed but nevermind:P
Hope you'll enjoy it, and have a good night sleep.
Don't be afraid to give a 'Thanks', hehehehee.
Read my Zorxie-chan storytelling and Homeless, soon updating, going to sleep, *Yawns* 
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Haunted Washroom: WMatsui and Kojiyuu.
Standing at the front of the entrance, has completely turned the tables around, from a light mood environment to a consumed aura.
It was rumored to be haunted, a true school history that hasn’t been revealed.
The interior was emitting those field with darkness lurking its inside, everything in visible sight was impossible, except for a rope that attached itself around the top piping, dropping into the middle cubicle.
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I wished I wasn’t doing this’ I thought, but at the back of my mind, I clearly knew why.
Being the schools’ biggest bully and money extortioner has forced me to uphold a certain standard that was appropriate for it.
Taking a deep inhale of oxygen, I stabilized my notorious titanium heart, hoping it would boost my courage.
But as soon as a footstep was taken forward, an ominous white object flew across the ground, and disappear, I flinched an inch backwards, the sudden occurrence has depleted my courage by a handful.
I rubbed my eyes, hoping it was only an illusion of my imagination, but I certainly wasn’t sure.
Fortunately for me, I was still remaining the rest and forward another footing.
“Has your heart readily prepared itself for out revelation?” A spooky whisper echoed, it finally tangled my courage, my heart beating rapidly and breathing was made almost impossible.
That was the last straw for me and turned my body around, trying my best for escape, only to view the disappointing faces of my peers.
“What happened to you, Yuko” They shouted with absolute displeasure staining their faces.
Unwanted complaints and blabbering has made it clear that I couldn’t back off from this stunt, as I rushed in with a single thought.
Once inside, I tried switching the lights open, but it wouldn’t even flicker, not even the slightest bit.
I stood inside waiting for my eyes to adjusted, remembering their tone and I knew I had to continue further and gather a form of evidence in order for them to forgive me for that shameful performance.
“Yuko, come back!” Their shouts were hazy, but I could literally feel the urgency, but I didn’t care as I walked in-between the cubicles and started pushing the doors open, they were all empty, but as I was about to grabbed hold of the middle.
The door at the end, mysteriously opened along with the creaky window, a shaft of light projected inside it.
Moving over, fingers crossed, fortunately all that was present was a piece of note, brightly lighted by the ray, begging to be read.
Following the calls, I firmly grabbed hold of it, bloodstains were the ink.
“We were once friendly students
Nothing outstanding nor unique about one another
Beside having the same surnames.
Slowly we became friends and later lovers.
But the bullies found our similarity as an object for their senseless pleasure
It started out with amateur torments and verbal abuse.
However they eventually took it up a notch.
We were dragged out of class against will
I was tightly held back watching as they sexually abuse my girlfriend.
I struggled to be her saviour but I was a failure.
They finished their deed and release me, laughing.
I felt rotten from the core, as I was too weak to help her.
So we did it, the only solution that solved the entire problem.
They had their chances, but they blew it.
Now I’m with her, guarded away from harm".
If you are interested, your next exciting dare would be to open the doors that the rope has chosen.
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Although the letter could be evidence enough, I would have to ascend the standard to completely erase the pitiful memory, so I agreed.
Curious but yet apprehensive, I mechanically moved my palm over the knob, but it slams opens phenomenally , what was inside frightens my heart further.
A dead body hang suicidal from a rope, a knife she held, below her was bottles filled with blood, organs and other internal component were neatly set, as if a ritual.
Each and every bottle has a name plastered onto them, ranging from missing students from the past.
Behind her, there was another body, but it was impaled onto the wall, a smirk never leaving her face, her eyes widely open.
My entire being went wiggly, but I knew I had to escape, so I rushed with all my might towards the only exit, only to face the sealed door, the locks clicked.
I tried smashing the doors, but it wouldn’t bulge, suddenly a twisting sound sounded along with gushing, looking shakily back, red liquid were flowing profusely out of the tap, and were soon flowing the ground.
Having a dad as a plumber, had implanted knowledge of fixing in to my brain, therefore I opened the bottom-shelf and paralyzed, shivering in horror.
Making this nightmare stop! Please!, I screamed my lungs dead, starring at the bodies inside, the piping were draining their bloods.
"Help us" They were still half dead, their fingers all tore apart.
“Yuko, Open up!” My girlfriend shouted from beyond, I banged the doors loudly and tried twisting the knobs again, but to no avail.
“Call help, Honey” I ordered, as a hand patted my shoulders, my body felt drowsy and I used my final burst of energy to flip around.
“
Honey, I love you” I mumbled my last breath, before everything went blank.
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The police came after sensing the urgency in Haruna’s tone, thus rushing in with tools for emergency, firstly they tried opening with a bobby pin, but it mysteriously broke every time.
Therefore they resorted to using the door ram, but yet again to complete failure, giving up hope on today, they rested their tools but the doors suddenly unclicked.
Immediately they went in and pulled the doors, it was still stuck by an anonymous object, using greater force it finally got off, a long stretch of what seems to be an intestine
“Officer, should we go in?” A frighten amateur spoke, her legs were almost unable to support.
“What are you afraid of, ghost?” She dragged them inside, flashing their torchlight.
They began kicking down the doors from the first to the last, but at the center, they found bottles of blood scattered on the ground, nothing else were found.
‘Oshima Yuko’
Topic: Childrens' stories [Horror] Liar | Yukirin | 2/1/14 | Kojiyuu week. (Read 7068 times)