The 3rd Cubicle
Description
There's something strange that has been happening in SM High School for boys...
A strange cry... strange voices... blood stains... a crazy old woman who keeps bawling in front of the school saying the school is cursed...
Mysteries keep piling up--one after another... and these mysteries became sinister as sudden deaths have been reported.
Five boys who are adept with exceptional talents gather to solve and disentangle the mysteries that has beset the school.
Will five strangers be able to unravel these mysteries?
Or could it be that they are part of the mystery itself?
Foreword
“I beg of you! Please don’t!” Eunsook sobbed.
“No no no! Please!” She kept begging to the janitor to stop.
“Heh heh heh! That’s what you get for disturbing me while I’m in my little “business” here...” The janitor snickered as he pinned Eunsook down, holding her wrists securely on the ground.
Eunsook struggled and tried to break free from the janitor’s clutch but her poor weak body can’t manage to.
“ing ! Stop moving will you!?!? Just stay still and be a good girl…!” The janitor punched her in her stomach which made her whimper in pain. She lost half of her consciousness and her surroundings started spinning. She doesn’t know what’s happening anymore…
She felt a warm presence on top of her... She tried jolting her body but she has no energy to do so…
“Why are my wrists tied up…? Why… it feels so cold… My body’s freezing cold…”
She tried looking around but all she can see is a blur. Her eyes are now covered with all the tears she shed…
“It hurts…” She breathed heavily.
“It hurts… so much… someone… please…” Another tear flowed from her eyes…
She hoped for someone to come to her rescue and beat the hell out of this bastard… but there’s none.
No one came…
She opened and tried screaming but not a single sound would come out…
“No… this isn’t happening… please…”
“Tell me this isn’t real…”
She knows she’s just fooling herself… How could this all be a dream when it’s hurting her so much?
She has all her energy to even move a finger...
The janitor snorted down at her, “Now that’s what I call a good girl!”
The janitor cackled as he continued ing roughly into her.
Moments later the janitor started acting demented and started screaming and yelling strange words and began taking out his knife…
He stabbed her.
One… two… three…
And continued stabbing her…
…All over her body.
…with the last of her breath then she managed to scream.
Scream… and scream at the top of her lungs… until it faded to nothing…
And before shutting her eyes she pledged…
“This isn’t the end.”
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A/N:
everything here is purely fictional. ideas here came from the author herself and similarities to other stories are purely coincidental.
English is not my primary language so some grammatical errors and misspellings are inevitable. I'll do my best to avoid those though. ^^
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