Multiple Separation [Part 1 - Sage Tells a Ghost Tale]Jackie woke up, confused and injured. Her surroundings were completely different to her. Class 2-9 had never been so dark, so dull, so... old-fashioned.
"Where am I?" she spoke to herself. Nobody else was around, and she felt a need to speak.
Looking ahead, she saw a chalkboard, like the old-fashioned days, and small tables and chairs. "A classroom? But... it's not a classroom I know."
In front of her on the ground was a wallet, and in the front pocket contained a piece of paper with her information. "My student ID..." A piece of paper was stuck inside. "Now I remember..."
What she remembered had started from that little piece of paper.
"At the time..."
"It happened on a rainy day after school, just like this one. A female teacher lost her footing, fell down the stairs... and died. The Principal treated the school, as if it was his own child... but... the misfortune continued. On a certain day after the incident, it was decided that the school would be closed down."
The students of class 2-9 listened in horror as Sage was telling a horror story about an old legend. "Since then, the Principal's heart broke down so much that on the closing day of the school, he climbed up to the rooftop of the school... and committed suicide!"
The students gasped in horror, as Sage continued. "Where we are now, Kisaragi Academy, is where the cursed Heavenly Host Elementary School once stood."
Luna looked at Sage in agony. "S-seriously?"
But Sage just continued. "The teacher that fell down the stairs had no idea that she died on that day. They say that on rainy days, just like now, she still roams through these dark hallways." More gasps from the students. "Right around this time..."
Kyle screamed in fright, in which Jackie giggled. "Are you okay, Kyle?"
"H-Hey..." Kyle began. "Isn't it about time we head back?"
Hearing this, Armando looked at Luna. "Luna, calm down, you get scared easily too, you know... Are you sure you can keep listening?"
"Hey, what do you mean by 'too'?" Kyle challenged him.
Swift interrupted. "Oh relax, keep making that face and Jackie will hate you."
"SWIFT!" Jackie was NOT. Amused.
"Anyways, Sage! Continue the story, please?"
Sage nodded. "Whenever that teacher appears, she is always accompanied by a sudden blackout. Then you will hear a faint 'knock knock' on the classroom door. As the door slooowly opens, a pale white face peaks in, and says... 'Is anyone still here?'"
As if on cue, a faint knock came from the door. The students gasped, and looked at the door in fright.
"S-someone just... knocked... right?" Bash nervously asked.
"So that knock..." Luna began, "wasn't just my imagination?"
There it was again. A faint 'knock knock' shortly followed by the light flickering on the candle blown out.
The seven students screamed. Could it be? The lady from the story?
"Stop screwing round with us, Sage!" Armando shouted.
"It's not me!" Sage shouted back in fright.
"Everyone okay?" Jackie asked.
"Do we sound like we're okay?!" Swift shouted. "It's so dark, I can't even tell where the candle's at!"
"Where's the light switch?" Bash shouted.
"Right next to the door, ain't it?" Luna replied.
The door slowly opened, creaking in ever movement. A hand appeared, as it pushed the door slightly more. The hand was pale... white...
And then... it spoke.
"Is anyone still here...?"
All seven students screamed in horror, and huddled together. Was it the lady from the story Sage was telling?
More, and more, the door creaked open...