I’ll tell you a scary story.
It happened a year ago in high school’s abandoned math classroom. You’ve probably heard about suicide victims, who haunt their killers and bullies, or teacher, who loved married man, died in an accident and haunts him for not accepting her feelings. Well, I’ll disappoint you. This story is about an outsider, who was unjustly killed by his brother, who was jealous of his grades. The outsider fell out of the window, when his brother pushed him. Everyone thought that he killed himself, so soon they forgot him. But his revenge was just about to begin. The outsider loved math, so it was strange coincidence, that he died in math classroom. The rumor says, that if you go near this classroom, you hear:
“One, two, three. And next is?”
You have then two options: run without answering, or answer. However, if you run without answering, you will unconsciously pass the classroom again the next day. And if you do this three times, the door will open. Then you can’t run anymore, because you were invited in. You go in and the door closes. And you’ve become missed person.
But you may answer the voice. You probably think that the answer is ‘four’ and you’ll say it confidently, but it’s incorrect. If you say the wrong answer, you’ll hear the groan of disappointment and the door will open too, but you won’t be invited in. Then –
“Oh, please stop! I get it, I’m sorry! You win!”
I smiled and stopped the story. Seungjun was hiding under the blanket, squeezing Inseong’s arm. Inseong himself had pale and frightened face. Youjin was sitting straight on the floor without moving. He usually was calm and wasn’t easily scared, especially by scary stories, but this time he stiffened and I knew he was a little creeped out. I didn’t see Heejun though. Did he run away when I was just before the climax?
“So you’re cleaning my room for a week!” I said, proud of myself.
“Alright...” Seungjun threw the blanket at me, offended.
He was the worst, if it was about ghosts. He was so easily scared, that I pitied him every time we were telling scary stories. But a punishment is a must in our lives.
This is a diary about the time when we were still trainees in YNB, two years before our debut. We were already living together in a dorm, which was small but cozy enough. I was sharing the room with Heejun and we slept on bunk beds. Youjin, Inseong and Seungjun shared another room. Because we decided everything mostly through rock-paper-scissors, today we ended up telling scary stories. Besides it, I bet with Seungjun who will tell a better story and, as you read, I won. Next was Heejun, but he still was nowhere to find.
“Did he go to the bathroom?” I asked.
“He went earlier,” Youjin said. “Isn’t he hiding under the bed?”
I wanted to see under the bed, but stopped in the midway.
“He surely isn’t there,” I said quickly and went to the wardrobe.
When I was reaching a handle, suddenly I heard a groan. I stiffened, because I recalled the story, which I just told. It was exactly the same type of groan that I imagined...
Then the wardrobe’s door slightly opened. I moved back, stepping on Seungjun’s feet. Everyone strangely fast found themselves behind me. I swallowed hardly and finally touched the handle.
Suddenly something grabbed my wrist and I shrieked, falling on my butt. Then I heard familiar laugh and Heejun came out of the wardrobe. I cursed and threw a pillow at him.
“Did you see your faces?” Heejun was still laughing. “Hilarious! Why I didn’t take a picture –”
“You’ll pay for it,” I growled and pushed him on the bed, starting the tickling punishment.
We stopped moving. A hit just came from the living room. We had closed door and there were just five of us in the dorm. And the only slight light, that we had in the room now, ironically was next to the door.
“Another prank?” I whispered to Heejun, who shook his head violently. Now he was scared too.
Then we heard a screech sound and the door slightly opened.