Ghost stories: Japanese school girl

I was walking home from the station to my house this afternoon and I went past a group of boys. They're only teenagers, most likely my age or only a little older. One of them lingered a little behind and he was fiddling with his phone. Then he said to me, "I have a problem."

So I stopped, because that's only polite. I thought he was having some problem with his phone and he wanted to borrow mine, which, now that I think about it, can't be true. He could have used his friends' much more easier.

So I was looking at him with slightly raised eyebrows, saying nothing and waiting for him to say what his problem is. He continued, "I don't have your number on my phone." Can you believe that!

"I have a problem, I don't have your number on my phone." What! What! That's such a cheesy pick up line. My eyebrows shot up and I walked away. I could here the group of boys laughing behind me and that boy saying "What! She just walked off!" It was funny, I admit. I was grinning with my back turned to them.

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In Physics we were telling ghost stories because with the teacher we have, we're learning very very little. He just doesn't care. He did give us all fruit to eat though, rock melon and honeydew, it was really sweet.

One girl told two ghost stories that were really good. They scared me, though I'm not that hard to scare, I don't really like horror stories, but these aren't that bad when I'm not in that atmosphere anymore. I hope they don't haunt me tonight.

They're more effective when told in person because it relies somewhat on sound effects of the story teller where she hits the table with her hands or her fist, and she mimes opening the sliding doors and does the creepy voice and pauses in all the right places, but here they are (organised a little by me):

In an Asian school, there were two girls who were best friends. However, one girl always, always comes second in everything to the other girl. Every test, all the time.

Even though they're best friends, the girl who always comes second got really jealous. So she ask her friend to come to the roof of the school with her, and pushed her off the roof. (imagine those tall school buildings with the flat roofs students can go to in J-dramas and mangas)

The girl who pushed the other girl off the roof went home and pretended she had nothing to do with it. The next day after school, the girl was staying back to study, and she was studying in the fifth room on that floor. The layout of it was typical of the Asian (Japanese) schools, there's staircases at each side and there's the corridor with rooms on each side and the rooms all have sliding doors.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. The footsteps went to the first room. Sheeee, the sliding doors opened. "Not in here." Sheeee. The sliding doors closed.

The girl was really scared because she knew it was her friend she pushed off the roof coming back to get her. She was panicking and hid under the desk, hoping that her friend won't find her this way.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. The footsteps went to the second room. Sheeee, the sliding doors opened. "Not in here." Sheeee. The sliding doors closed.

This happened for every room until the footsteps came outside the fifth room, the room the girl was in. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. Sheeee, the sliding doors were opened.

"Not in here." Sheeee. The sliding doors closed.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. Sheeee. "Not in here." Sheeee.

This went on until the doors of all ten rooms were opened and the dead girl said at each of them, "Not in here." Then, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

The second girl waited a while, and then thinking the dead girl was gone, came out from under the desk and said to herself, "That was close -- thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump

I screamed then. You knew how it was going to end, but when the storyteller suddenly hit the desk really fast it still surprised me.

The second ghost story is related to the first, the settings are the same, but:

After the girl pushed her friend off the roof, she looked down and saw that she fell head first into the ground. You can imagine how gory it looked with the head busted and blood everywhere. The girl that pushed her friend off the roof went home and pretended nothing happened.

The nest day she was staying after school to study, and she was studying in the fifth room on that floor.

THUMP.       THUMP.       THUMP.       THUMP.       The footsteps went to the first room. Sheeee, the sliding doors opened. "Not in here." Sheeee. The sliding doors closed.

The girl was really scared because she knew it was her dead friend coming back to get her. She was panicking and hid under the desk, hoping that her friend won't find her this way.

THUMP.       THUMP.       THUMP.       THUMP.       The footsteps went to the second room. Sheeee, the sliding doors opened. "Not in here." Sheeee. The sliding doors closed.

And then the footsteps came outside the fifth room. THUMP.       THUMP.       THUMP.       THUMP.     Sheeee, the sliding doors were opened.


































"You're in here."

Try telling those to a group of girls sometime. In the first story hit the table with your open hands at the speed of footsteps. Mime sliding open and close the sliding doors. In the second story hit the table with your fist and at a slower pace than in the first story. Because that's suppose to be the head hitting the ground.

If you didn't get it, in the first story, the dead girl ran back. In the second story, the dead girl was jumping around on her head, and that's how she saw her murderer under the desk.