Horror Classroom

Horror Classroom By: Forgetting Parting Sorrow

Synopsis:

Behind the school, there's an abandoned teaching building where people often go missing. But those who come out become rich overnight. I went in, and now I can't get out...

Chapter 1: Death Descends

A sharp pain suddenly surged into my back, and I woke up with a start, panting on the desk. My deskmate looked at me in surprise, but I didn't have time to think. I turned and rushed out of the classroom.

I went to the school bathroom and took off my shirt. On my back, a black claw mark was clearly visible.

"Is it finally coming?"

I sighed, my face pale, and walked out of the bathroom, then headed to the back of the school.

Behind the school was a deserted school building, gloomy and terrifying. Even during the day, no one went there.

When I arrived at the back door, there were already three people there.

They were all students, two boys and one girl. One of the boys wore glasses, and the other was strong and muscular – clearly a sports student. The girl was petite and cute, looking at me with curiosity.

"Now that everyone's here, let's go in," the sports student said, looking around.

"Wait a minute, what's going on? Can someone explain it to me?" the girl asked timidly.

"You'll find out when you go in," Glasses Man said indifferently.

Chapter 1: Death Descends

A sharp pain suddenly surged into my back, and I woke up with a start, panting on the desk. My deskmate looked at me in surprise, but I didn't have time to think. I turned and rushed out of the classroom.

I went to the school bathroom and took off my shirt. On my back, a black claw mark was clearly visible.

"Is it finally coming?"

I sighed, my face pale, and walked out of the bathroom, then headed to the back of the school.

Behind the school was a deserted school building, gloomy and terrifying. Even during the day, no one went there.

When I arrived at the back door, there were already three people there.

They were all students, two boys and one girl. One of the boys wore glasses, and the other was strong and muscular – clearly a sports student. The girl was petite and cute, looking at me with curiosity.

"Now that everyone's here, let's go in," the sports student said, looking around.

"Wait a minute, what's going on? Can someone explain it to me?" the girl asked timidly.

"You'll find out when you go in," Glasses Man said indifferently.

The sports student didn't care and said, "Hurry up and go in, my back is killing me."

I nodded and followed them inside.

We arrived at the entrance of the abandoned teaching building and went inside. As soon as we entered, the pain in our backs gradually disappeared like a receding tide. Only the girl looked at us warily: "Can I not go in?"

"Even if you don't want to go in, you have to. The pain in your back will get worse and worse, and eventually you'll die," Glasses Man said.

The girl went in, her eyes full of fear.

I glanced at them silently, my gaze sweeping around.

The abandoned teaching building, the dim environment, even in the daytime, still exuded a hint of terror.

As soon as we arrived, the door behind us closed automatically.

"What should we do now?" the girl looked at us blankly.

"Find a way to hide and survive," Glasses Man said, then turned and left.

I quickly rushed into the teaching building, and the sports student also turned and left. Only the girl was left standing there alone. She felt afraid and hurriedly chased after the sports student.

"Why are you following me?" the sports student said impatiently.

"I hope you can protect me," the girl said.

"Then stay by my side, but remember not to make a sound. It's coming soon." As he said this, the sports student's eyes revealed a fear he had never shown before.

I hid in an abandoned classroom on the second floor of the teaching building, closing the door, and looked out the window with fear and caution.

After a while, everyone had hidden, and the entire abandoned teaching building was silent. At this moment, my pupils shrank slightly, and I quickly lowered my head. In the periphery of my vision, a figure slowly appeared.

It was a woman with her head tilted, standing only on her toes. The woman was wearing a snow-white school uniform, her head lolling on her neck, twisted ninety degrees. In her hand, she held a cold Dagger.

She walked slowly, looking around. I lowered my head, held my breath, and moved carefully.

Although I was trembling all over, I covered my mouth and stood motionless in the room, not daring to say a word.

She slowly walked past the teaching building, and soon footsteps came from upstairs.

My pupils shrank slightly, and I was speechless. I covered my mouth tightly, not willing to make a sound, even if my face turned pale.

The footsteps were approaching, getting closer and closer. I squatted on the ground, covering myself with dust-covered cloth.

I lay in the corner, disguising myself as clutter. At this moment, the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

With the footsteps, my heart beat faster, and fear continued to spread over me.

Just then, the door was quietly opened.