"Jiaheng, are you ok?"

No answer.

I panicked, I was in the closet hiding from someone. No, something, Jiaheng was with me, but why isn't he answering?

"Jiaheng? Jiaheng? Jiaheng, this isn't funny, y'know" I whispered, that's when my hair stood to one end.

The footsteps outsude were gone, I peeked out from a tiny whole. The thing was gone, I sighed in relief as I pushed the door open and stepped outside. It was eerily quiet, no signs of that thing that killed Xiaolin.

I turned to face Jiaheng, but the person who I pulled into the closet wasn't Jiaheng. The person smiled at me, his smile was so creepy that every hair in my body stood to one end.

"Jiaheng isn't here Haeri, he never was" he hissed, I backed away and he took a few steps forward, I continued backing away until my back hit the wall. I was trapped and I had nowhere to go.

"D-Don't h-h-hurt me, p-please" I pleaded, the person infront of me smirked.

That's when I noticed the smile, the corners of his mouth started ripping and it started bleeding. His smile reached his ears, I let out one final scream before he lunged at me.

After that everything was pitch black, when I finally opened my eyes. I saw a boy run towards me with tears falling from his eyes, it was my brother. A smile crept to my face as I tried to hug him, but when I did. I couldn't, he passed me and knelt down infront of a grave, I walked over and my eyes widened.

Kim Haeri

August 3, 1974

"You will always remain in our memory"

I was dead, the thing that lunged at me killed me. So, this is a warning for everyone who goes to that school, if you ever find a black notebook. Don't open it, burn it or else you'll face the same thing we did. Death by the one who stole skin.