One Thousand School Ghost Stories
Chapters 19. Mystery class

Oh yes, since the events of 2 life streamers. Many psychics and shamans go to school at night.

Even though it was just a rumor, even when I was at night school I rarely met them.

Therefore I was confused when I saw the middle-aged man in black clothes, black blankon holding a keris that was in this sports storehouse.

Because watching her I pulled Sheila away from there. I could see him fighting the demons around him.

Satan took turns attacking her and I left her alone, after all I'm here to have business with Sheila.

Sheila looked back and forth at me and the warehouse was "you sure you don't want to help her?"

I just stared at Sheila a little bit

"There is no benefit and only harm. Better find that class" "Yes. In the book written after the eleventh grade B turned left" Sheila held the tome in her hand.

The book was called Class Diary, there was a story about the book. There used to be a class made for students suffering from illnesses.

So all the students there are sick. To be honest I was confused why the class was made, some say it was because of the desire of all the students there to remain in school even though it was his last moment.

Because this book was made. This book contains notes of either assignments or materials even up to the events in that class during lesson time.

So all the disciples who could not attend could see the summary and learn from the book. It is called Class Diary

But after some time the class was eliminated after all the students there died of one student who was exposed to an infectious disease.

Making the whole class not go in and finally when they get infected is their last day.

After that the class was removed and removed, there was no more trace of it and its shape even in the old school plan, old school plan, the previous school plan, until the colonial school plan before it became a cemetery.

But thanks to the wishes of his students, the diary was present in the classroom to record the lessons there. The problem is the curse that comes with it.

This curse made one by one the students in the class sick. Before that happens the representative who finds this diary must return the diary to the lost class.

This diary will write down the location of his class only that every curse that occurs where his class will change.

Yeah it's not hard at all. If you do not have to record all the lessons there, it is true that it is a condition of the release of the curse.

Write all the subject notes for 1 month before this curse occurs. Thanks to that, Shelina is cursed and I'm the bravest here right now.

We arrived at a strange class. First grade eleven was lined up A and B. But now there is a passageway separating them.

And at the end of the hallway was a classroom door that numbered X-XI-XII and below it was written

'We're always here'

Seeing this gives me goosebumps. I opened the classroom door which turned out to be no demon.

"Better start fast, and finish fast" Sheila immediately sat down on the first row, opened the diary and took out dozens of notebooks.

Sheila began to write, I sat next to her and looked at the blackboard. I was silent to see the blackboard written in the same script as Sheila.

If I hear carefully I can hear the scribbling sound on the paper like someone writing behind me.

There was also the sound of "AL....!!!!" "Chicken.... Sheila I told you not to bother, let alone use all yells"

Sheila gave me the pen "Salah herself was dumb, had found out here serem, haunted, haunted again. Continue to get tired of me"

I continued Sheila's note, "Write all this like it's gonna take weeks"

Sheila finally complained as well "Aren't you aware of the horrors of this school's curse?

Sheila gasped at hearing that "Right?" Sheila took out her Handphonenya. But it can't light up at all.

"Free, everything that enters here except the writing we write will not experience any changes. Since you are in a dead state, you will continue to die".

I continued to write quietly while waiting for an answer from Sheila "Be...be...mean, if not finished we can not get out dong?"

"That's" "arghhh.... I'd be crazy if I kept this up... But how do you know all that, isn't this also the first time?" Sheila asked as she stared intently at me.

Makes me wrong "You don't know who I am. I've found out all about this to know".

It's true that I asked my upperclassmen and teachers about this. Fortunately in addition to recording lessons for a month there are no other distractions.

Sheila and I took turns writing notes, and I forgot how many times we took turns. To be honest there is no pain or fatigue in the hands as well as in the eyes.

But still mentally we are tired during writing, so often we joke, tell stories, gossip here to keep our minds sane.

Sheila finished the last note, while putting Sheila's pen down a stretch

"Finally finished too. By the way, class exam is in a week. Are you learning?"

"It can also be said to be learning. Come back, why are we dating in this haunted class"

Sheila looks shudder.

"You're yeah, you're talking seriously too" Sheila and I walked out of class. Once it had exited the hallway as I turned around the passageway that separated the eleven A and B classes disappeared like it had never existed.

"It's really not the clock. It's only been 10 minutes we've been there" Sheila spoke suddenly to my surprise.

"Just like you can make me die young. Made a mute hanger from earlier" Sheila's "shocky camera" chimed in my words just like that.

Sheila and I went down and walked towards the school gate. I was silent to see a pool of blood in the field and keris there.

I noticed Sheila who was indifferent about it. It just seems to look in my eyes, why think so soon I want to go home and rest preparing for the test later.

It does not feel like time runs so fast that the class increase exam feels long and quickly ends as well.

My mentality was also a mess when the test began, the demons were even more disturbing as if not letting everything pass safely.

And the funny thing is there was no supervisor during the exam, the teacher just came to give the exam and left.

Even so none of us can cheat let alone cheat. If we cheat the writing on the paper will disappear directly.

Even several times the entire class lost its voice while noisy made this exam even more annoying.

As if not enough, stationery on the table is often lost just like that when it wants to be used and returned when it is no longer needed.

I am so thankful that this is all over. Next week my mom will be here to take the report and end my status as a new kid.

I should be getting ready for the holidays right now, right? Why am I on the road to school at night again? If only I hadn't carelessly left my phone.

The school looks bright with red light. It was basically a haunted school, the closer I got to the gate I could see a shadow figure in front of the gate.

I immediately hid my instincts to feel that he was not an ordinary man who was looking to die to that school.

Because it was dark I could not see either his face or the clothes he was wearing. But I saw him holding something in his hand.

I can hear him talk. His voice was like a man "I didn't expect this school would give me much. Maybe soon a big disaster can be born here, I'm so impatient again"

The figure went in the opposite direction from where I was and disappeared into the darkness. Who exactly is he?