The day started perfectly. Perfectly usual.

When Baekhyun got in the classroom, Mr. Song was replaced by Ms. Lee, which made him wonder. But he soon let it go, he didn't like Mr. Song anyways.

"Alright, class 03, I'm Ms. Lee and I'll be your substitute for today." Ms. Lee smiled at the class. Everyone except him, Jongin, and Luhan cheered, and he realized the class didn't like Mr. Song either.

"But Ms. Lee, don't you have your own class to teach already?" Luhan asked with his arm raised. 

Ms. Lee chuckled. "Oh, that. I'm an assistant teacher." 

Processing Ms. Lee's words, Luhan gradually lowered his hand. Baekhyun, too, was surprised to hear that, but he showed none of it. Jongin merely kept a straight, calm expression, and Baekhyun admired him for that.

"moving on," Ms. Lee began walking slowly around the room. "To begin with art, paint whatever is on your mind. Just don't stop until you are told. Okay? Start." 

Baekhyun picked up his brush, dipped it into the black paint, brang it close to his canvas, but didn't move from there. 

What should he paint? 

He looked at his desk neighbors, who's  canvases were halfway painted on, then back at his blank one. 

He sighed, whatever is on my mind...? He thought.

seconds later, he found himself painting a gigantic black goo that looked like it oozed from the top of his canvas.  It looked quite freaky, even Baekhyun himself was startled when he leaned back in his chair to view his whole canvas. 

"Stop!" Ms. Lee suddenly ordered. Everyone dropped their brushes. Some students smiled in satisfaction, while others frowned with negative thoughts running through their heads.

Luhan spun around to look at the person who sat behind him. "Byun, do you like mine?" He asked, reminding Baekhyun of a little kid.

Baekhyun looked up at his canvas. 

A perfect portrait of Kangmi. 

Of course, he thought. "That's really accurate." He commented. 

"Can I see yours?"

"Um, I don't think I should show you."

"C'mon, I wanna see it"

"Are you sure-"

"Yes I'm sure!"

Baekhyun turned his canvas around for his friend to see. As soon as Luhan saw it, he jumped in his seat like he'd just been shocked by electricity, then lowered his head, letting out a shaky sigh.

Baekhyun laughed at him before leaning over to Jongin, who seemed to forget that he sat right next to him. Well of course, he was still painting. His brush was completely soaked in thick, blue paint that threatened to drip out of the brush at any moment.

"What'cha doin'?" "AAHH!!!"

Jongin yelled in shock, drawing attention to himself. At the same time, he unintentionally threw his paint brush in the air, which flew elsewhere. 

"Is there anything you would like to share with the class, Kim Jongin?" Ms. Lee asked, looking straight at him. 

Jongin's eyes widened, and he shook both of his hands in the air. "U-uh, no Ms. Lee! Sorry..." He shot Baekhyun a glare. Baekhyun mouthed an apology.

"Ah..." Luhan's voice sounded. Baekhyun looked over at the desk in front of his, and saw Luhan touching his hair, which had thick blue paint on it. The color was obvious too, compared to his ginger hair. Thats where Jongin's brush must've landed.

Baekhyun covered his mouth. "Oh god."

"Luhan, go clean your hair in the restroom," Ms. Lee told Luhan, then looked at the student behind him, "Baekhyun, go with him." 

"Alright." Baekhyun got up from his seat and followed Luhan to the restroom, since he didn't know where the restroom was. All this time, he only had to go when he was at home.

"How am I going to wash my hair in here...?" Luhan murmured when they finally reached the boy's restroom, which was surprisingly clean for a rusty old school.

"You can just put your head into the sink, I'll wash." Baekhyun said. Luhan nodded, went over to one of the sinks, and did what Baekhyun suggested.

All movement froze when a sound was heard,

creeeeaaak...creeeeaaak...creeeeaaak...

The two friends exchanged horrified looks.

"You heard that too right?" Baekhyun asked. 

Luhan nodded, raising his head. "A creaking sound...?" The sound slowly stopped, and they both decided that it was only their minds.

Luhan dipped his hair into the sink again.

"Funny how it landed on your hair out of all things." Baekhyun chuckled. He the water and tried to get the blue liquid out of Luhan's hair.

"Yeah..." Luhan agreed. The water started turning light blue from the paint, then soon turned a deep blue color. 

"I think it's clean now." Luhan spoke as he abruptly straightened up.

"No no no, wait-!" Baekhyun was behind him, and didn't have time to back up, and ended up being pushed backwards towards one of the stalls behind him. He lost his balance, and his back slammed against the door, and it swung open.

"Owww..." Baekhyun hissed. He then heard an audible gasp from Luhan. "What is it?" He asked, looking up at him. 

Luhan wasn't looking at him, he was staring at something behind him. He looked petrified. 

Curious, Baekhyun turned around to take a look in the stall, then ended up gasping as well. He backed up until he was right next to his friend, who was probably more scared than he was. 

Creeeeaaak...creeeeaaak...creeeeaaak...

The sound came back again, and they now both realized where it was coming from.

Mr. Song's body dangled from a thick rope tied tightly around his throat. Both his eyes were infested with wriggling maggots. His jaw hung open. And his arms were limp against his sides. 

"So that's why Mr. Song wasn't in the classroom..." Baekhyun mumbled. His teacher had hung himself.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Luhan screamed, covering his eyes, though it looked like he was attempting to tear them out. Baekhyun looked at him worriedly. Luhan bolted out in fear. Baekhyun followed him after taking one last look at the hung teacher.

On his way back to the classroom, he saw Ms. Lee running down the hall towards him. He knew it was her before sight just by hearing her high heels cluck against the floor. 

"Where's the body?" Ms. Lee demanded as she stopped in front of him. 

"In one of the stalls in the boy's restroom." Baekhyun pointed behind him. Ms. Lee took off to where he pointed.

Baekhyun resumed his trip back to his classroom, only to find the whole class gathered around someone in the corner. Whispers and mumbles of panic emitted from them.

"What's going on?" He tore inside to see what was happening.

Luhan sat in the corner, hyperventilating like crazy. His palms were pressed