chapter 46

    "Uhhhh, that evil Chihiru! Poor Kawazoe-chan *!" Rin grumbled with exasperation. "I can't stop thinking, there are still people in this world who believe in lucky charms like that! What if it brings disaster ?!"

    "Calm yourself, Rin." Zura tried to calm his girl down. "That's teenagers these days, it's easier to believe something that can answer a request quickly without having to do the hard work."

    Kyeo grieved. "You are a miko, and in the shrine you always sell lucky charms. Then why are you angry at those who do the same thing as you?"

    Kyeo's words made Rin's anger instantly catch in his throat. The demon said the truth, but still made him disagree. "I know, Kyeo. But we never once had the intention of misleading people by completely believing in amulets!" Rin defended himself.

    Kyeo turned his eyes. In his heart, the demon commented on the Akibara girl's way of thinking. Rin is such a strange girl, he thought. Sometimes like this, and sometimes like that. If he can't stand it, maybe Kyeo will keep on sighing because he is too tired to hear his every difference of opinion.

    "Never mind, never mind. Don't fight." Zura smiled faintly, trying to mediate the brief debate between Rin and Kyeo. Although actually in his heart, he was quite happy when he found out that Rin was annoyed at what the bat demon said. However, the competition must be healthy. Not pursued in a way that vilifies your heart like this.

    "What if I continue telling stories?" Zura offered while turning to Rin.

    Rin immediately smiled sweetly and nodded slowly. "I will, Zura. Just go on."

    "The title this time is ... THE DEVIL's CLASSROOM."

    ***

    About 7-8 years ago, an additional classroom was built at my school due to the increasing number of students.

    There were four new classrooms built in the old school building; namely classes A to D. Class A, B, and C were built without significant difficulties. But it is different with class D.

    The craftsmen who were involved in the construction experienced an incident that resulted in injuries. Some people even died from mysterious reasons. In addition, many strange events occurred during the construction process.

    But even so, the building of that class was finally over. But even since then, strange events have continued to happen - especially during study hours.

    A week after the class opened, a teacher who taught class D suddenly had a heart attack in the middle of class. A week later, he died.

    Even the substitute teacher who taught after the incident ended up in the hospital due to an accident.

    Everyone who used to say, "It was just a coincidence" is starting to believe that there is something strange about the class. Everyone got scared. Moreover, every year, there are always class D students who die. Because of that, everyone calls class D a “devil class”.

    Spring is here and so is the new school year. All of our classes were again scrambled and the list of students in the new class was posted on a notice board. I walked over to the board to read it. In front of the board, I saw Yasuda-kun. He was staring at the noticeboard with a pale face.

    "What's wrong, Yasuda-kun?" I asked.

    He answered in a trembling voice, "To ... demon class ..."

    He pointed to his name on the board. His name was listed on the class D student list.

    He is now a student in the “Demon-class”.

    "No need to worry," I patted him on the shoulder. "See!" I point out. "My name is also on the D class list. We're in the same class."

    I said it lightly, because from the start I did not believe in nonsense about the curse.

    "But I'm always unlucky." he replied, "Before the semester started, I went to the shrine to take prophecies. But no matter how many times I take the contents it remains the same: 'bad luck', 'bad luck', and 'bad luck'! "

    He continued, "Ta ... this year ... I will be the victim in class D!"

    "It was all coincidence."

    "I'm done!" she said, "I AM COMPLETELY ENDED!"

    He ran outside.

    That was the last time I saw Yasuda-kun because on that very day, he was hit by a truck.

    I don't know whether I believe in that curse or not now, but I remember, when I received the news that Yasuda-kun died, I wasn't surprised at all.

    He is a class D victim for this year.

    His sudden death shocked the whole school. But time passed and a month later, people started to forget about her leaving. All returned to normal life. It might be a bit cruel to say, but the class D students were relieved by his death. They now don't need to be afraid of becoming victims, because this class only takes one person per year.

    But that day, while I was walking home from school and passing by the intersection where Yasuda-kun was hit, I saw him. Yes, I saw Yasuda-kun walking around wearing his school bag. Yes, I'm sure I didn't see it wrong. It is indeed Yasuda-kun.

    I don't know what's in my head, but I called him. I just wanted to make sure. Impossible isn't what I saw a ghost? Maybe I just saw it wrong.

    But as soon as I called him, he ran as fast as lightning.

    "Hey, wait!" I exclaimed. I chased him. But while running across the street, I heard the people around me screaming.

    "HEI, BEWARE !!!"

    And then what I heard, the screeching sound of car brakes filled my head.

    ...

    I saw all the teachers who died in class D. They were still teaching there, while the class D students who had died sat neatly listening to them. I turned my head and saw the workers who died during our class construction. I also saw many people I didn't know, sticking to the classroom walls. Their bodies are attached to the wall. Then I looked down and saw graves and tombstones. Yes, apparently this class was once an old cemetery.

    I was then sitting in my chair, while on my table there are flowers.

    Sign of sorrow.

    I saw Yasuda-kun just standing in the doorway with his backpack, not entering.

    I just realized that I forgot one important fact.

    Yasuda-kun was never a class D student. He died before he could enter school.

    The victim that year was not him.

    But I.

    ***

    "Uh, it's sad and terrible at the same time," Rin commented softly. "Tell me what's next."

    Zura nodded. "Alright, the title of Kaidan this time is ... FOOTSTEPS."

    ***

    The following incident occurred in the first year I started working after graduating from college. At that time I was living in a 5-story apartment building. The atmosphere around where I lived was very calm and peaceful. That's why I like him so much.

    However, as ancient people said, no ivory is cracked. There was an incident that made me decide to leave the building.

    Someone (at the time I'm assuming one of the building's occupants on the top floor) has a bad habit of descending the stairs at 3am. I can hear his footsteps descending the stairs every night.

    I've never seen that person, but from the sound of his steps, I guessed maybe he was a child.

    Surprisingly, the footsteps stopped after reaching the 4th floor where I live.

    I'm not scared or anything, but I feel really annoyed. But of course, after the footsteps stopped on the 4th floor, then I could continue sleeping in peace.

    After a week, the steps continued and there was no sign of stopping.

    "Thump thump thump ..."

    The footsteps that felt like shaking the floor were heard again.

    The noise was enough to stress me out. The next day, I knocked on the door of my neighbor who lives on the 4th floor and asked him about the footsteps. He looks like an office employee. When I asked him, he replied that he had never heard footsteps. Obviously, he didn't want to be disturbed at that time.

    I went up the stairs to the 5th floor, but I found that the rooms there were empty.

    I didn't think it was a ghost or anything at all. I just thought someone was teasing me every night. I went back to my room and thought that the office clerk was quite suspicious.

    That night, the sound of these footsteps was heard again. Due to the accumulated stress, finally I could no longer contain my anger and yelled at that person from my room, "SAY, SATAN !!!"

    As usual, the sound of the footsteps stopped when they reached my floor.

    I peeked outside to see who did it. But no one was there. At that moment, my body felt like it was shivering. The hair on my neck was standing up and I started to get goosebumps. Still fresh in my memory, I immediately turned on all the lights in my room and turned on the TV too. All night, I couldn't sleep.

    The next morning, while leaving for work I met an old woman who lived on the 2nd floor. I told her about the experience I had and what she said to me flabbergasted me.

    About 20 years ago, there was a family of 4 living on the 5th floor: husband, wife and their two children. One day, the husband went crazy and killed all of his family. The boy saw his father kill his younger sister and mother. He immediately ran away and ran down the stairs. Unfortunately, he tripped and fell on the stairs. His head hit the floor very hard, causing him to be killed instantly. From then on, his footsteps could be heard at 3 in the morning, right at the time of his death.

    After hearing the story, without thinking I immediately moved from the apartment and stayed at my friend's house.

    What scared me, really scared, was when the old woman said that I was the only person living on the 4th floor.

    Then, who is the office employee that I met?