《Story: Worlds Of Untold Stories》 Prologue Stories that remain untold, hidden within the veils of mystery. If you want to unveil the secret of their story, wear your masks and keep your eyes open. The world that is hidden within the depths of human memories shall now be revealed! If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Secret and mysteries alike, in a world of the dark side of this reality. Compiled like a book, for you for the reader. Discover the secrets as soon as possible. The journey of this story is in your hands. I am just merely the teller for you dear readers. We shall meet again, dear chosen readers. Mary I am Mary, 14 years old. I''m writing this so that people will know who I am, even if someday it may become a joke. I should be living a happy life right now, but why did it become like this? Is this also my fault? It''s already been 6 years since the start of this miserable life. Our happy family suddenly broke into pieces, my mom and dad got divorced. I''m still young at that time and I still don''t know what to do. But it was a good thing that there was a big brother of mine whom I could rely on. Because of the divorce of our parents, we were taken in choices on which side should we go, to our mother or father? I still don''t know what choices should I make, and I have no choice but to rely on my brother. Inside the room, an authority agent, and my mom and dad were on opposite sides, nervousness could be seen in their eyes as they stared at us. My brother was calm and collected, he was 10 years old at that time. It was quite rare for a 10-year-old child to be calm inside this tension. After rounds of thinking, my brother finally made a choice. He said. "I will pick neither." My mother and father along with the authorities were surprised by his choice. Without waiting for them to respond my brother spoke again. "But I will go to mother side first." Again, the people inside the room were both surprised and shocked. "I just want to know what kind of place it was, but if I don''t like there anymore. I hope you can provide me help for traveling from place to place." my brother added. The people inside were quite shocked by his intelligence and finally noticed how calm he was, they were shocked again. The authority turned their attention to me and asked. "How about you?" Maybe due to how confident and calm my brother was, I''ve also become calmer like my brother influencing me. "Same as my brother." That day, I don''t know what happened. But they seemed to have done the paperwork and begun to make agreements. It was a week later, and that day. We leave and go to my mother''s place. It took us three days to travel. After reaching the place, I took a glance at my brother and I saw his face. He seemed to gain interest in the new place and continued to smile. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! Along with his smile, I can sense that he was deeply thinking about something else. It was also that day when our grandparents came to meet us, they greeted us and gave us some jokes and consolation because they thought we were sad. Overall, I was quite happy with this and thought maybe it was not bad. 5 days have passed since then, and during this period I got to know about my cousins and this place. I also got close to them and began turning into a citizen of this new place. But my brother was the opposite after reaching this place. He locked himself in his room and began to isolate himself from the outside. My mother was worried about him and asked if he was okay. He said he was fine and there was nothing to worry about. It was almost 2 years since then, I have known many people since then. My brother was only known by a few but he is still much better than about 2 years ago. But during these years, my brother seems changed completely. Although he still isolates himself from the others, he interacts with a few people. But it was strange because in the past he was an extroverted person. He was energetic and lively. But now, he was cold, introverted, and rarely showing his emotions. But still, we were happy. If not for that day, we should be still happy. That man! He came into our life. He pursues Mom, and he does that until he finally captures her heart. At first, he looked nice. But after a year, it was completely changed! Even my mom has changed! Why do you keep blaming me? I did not steal anything! I did not do anything about your things! So why? Stop hurting me! I''m innocent! That man kept blaming me for something I didn''t do, even my mom was convinced. At school, those people who I thought were my friends were now my enemies. They kept bullying me, they locked me in the bathroom. They hide my bag and keep stealing my things. If I retaliate, they will make it look like I''m the problem. I told this to my teacher, yet she doesn''t believe me. At home, my mom doesn''t believe me, and she also says it was my fault. That day, I cried. But they hit me just because I''m crying! My brother... he changed. He looked like deprived of any emotions, completely undisturbed by the world. He doesn''t care about what happens around him, he doesn''t show any emotions or feelings towards it. But I know I saw it, when I was being hit, his eyes showed signs of anger and frustration. I don''t know the reason, but he seems can''t do anything yet like he was restrained. This kind of life continues, until 3 years later. It was the current year, and the hitting and bullying continued. I don''t want this anymore, I can''t do it anymore. I want to end this all. Even the one I admire hated me. A rumor was also circulating in our area of me being crazy. Why? Why do you hate me? I did all the chores, I did things in the house. So why? My brother''s condition kept getting worse, and now he was no different from a machine. I can''t contact Dad. We can''t go back home. I just want a happy family and a warm home, but why? I just heard that my dad has a new family. Even he may have already forgotten us. I can''t live anymore. If you are reading this, I just want you to know. I''m already dead. [End] Next Story: The Boy Who Lost His Soul. The Boy Who Lost His Soul Maybe it was already so long that I''d already forgotten my name. That day, my decision led to regret. I should have never done that. I''m sorry, sis. I''m sorry. I only remembered that I was so curious about Mom''s hometown, but what I didn''t know was that it would all lead to our downfall. As soon as we arrived at Mom''s hometown, I saw something I should not have paid any heed to. I saw it, within the corner of my eyes. Inside the car, even I feel not safe. A shadow. It reeks the terror and fears of its victims. I didn''t know whose shadow was that but I know the owner is a dangerous man. It would only be safer if it''s just a shadow but it has a consciousness! I saw its eyes, it''s red full of resentment and hate. Just as when it saw me staring at it, his eyes looked at me. I feel like even the depths of my soul were being seen, in his eyes there is no secret. But it''s a good thing it didn''t follow me, if it what should it be. As soon as I entered my room, I saw him standing. I wanted to run but fear overwhelmed me, I couldn''t even shout. And when I looked back, it disappeared. But I know and I sense it, it was near and staring at me. I feared that it would hurt the people around me, so I chose to isolate myself. Every night, I kept dreaming of the shadow. It was the same dream, and keep repeating. A room, with no windows or a door. Cabinets filled the room, and inside the cabinets were jars. Within the jar is a soul, screaming and fear. But to the shadow at the center of the room, it was music to his ears. That shadow was playing a ''toy'' in his hands, and that ''toy'' was my soul. Every time I dreamt of it, I only noticed one single thing. And that was, there is always a new jar with a soul being added up. And every day, I feel his eyes observing each of my actions. During the daytime, I was being observed. At nighttime, it kept appearing in my dreams. This cycle keeps repeating, every single day. I finally understand where the shadow is, after days of suffering. It merged with my shadow! When I finally discovered it, the shadow giggled and finally attacked my soul. It wants to control it, it wants to merge my soul to it. Day and night, we fought for authority. And finally, the shadow slowly influenced my emotions. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I became someone who is easily angered, voices began appearing in my head. It wants me to devour souls, it wants me to kill people. I isolated myself from my friends, I stopped appearing to others. I started to focus on myself and began to ignore the others. I must defeat that shadow so that I can save the others. Because of this, even when the man appeared in our life, I couldn''t react. Even when my sister was being bullied. When our life was being ruined. I am sorry, I cannot help you. Everything suddenly changed, when that dream happened. It was still the same event, but this time I attacked the shadow. I broke through its grasp, but before I could even react I fell into something unknown. And in that place was his lair, there were shadows there many of them. There was no day in there, it was all night. Yet, there is no moon. A star, but do not shine. A dark star. I don''t know if this is just a nightmare, but I hope it is. I hope everything is just my hallucinations after I woke up, please let all this be a dream. In that place, we all fought. I hide and attack, and all of this keeps repeating. Hide and survive is just are my instincts. I don''t know how many hours have passed, and I discovered this place was similar to a so-called Lucid Dream. Since this is my dream, I will control everything. I can control things inside that dream, I can make things appear or disappear. But the shadow cannot be extinguished. I fought with them again, and this time we were even. Wait for me sis, I will be back. I will pay all those who bullied you. I will pay them for countless times. Please bear with it. For some time, I instinctively woke up. But I cannot show any signs of emotions, or else they will attack. Every day, I can hear her crying. But I cannot help because of this shadow. Sis please, wait, just wait. In the morning, I am no different from a machine. I can only listen to their orders, and I cannot do anything about it. I have no time for friends or relationships. What I only need is to deal with them. I almost lost myself when I heard a rumor about my sis, I was almost possessed by the shadow and almost killed them. Everywhere, no one knows me or I say few. I become gloomy, cold-hearted, and emotionless to others. Our fights continued and continued until I was nearing my goal. I was about to eradicate them. I can feel their presence slowly dissipating. I am about to be free. When I''m free, I will treat my sister to a meal. Buy her clothes or toys. Fight every one of her enemies. And save her from bullying. No one shall hurt her. No one. That is what I dreamed, that is what I wished for. A happy life. But as soon as I reached her room, I saw her hanging. I jumped and cut the rope. I took her from being hanged. I called her name hoping for her to wake up. But her pulse already disappeared, and her heart stopped beating. She left. She died. And that day, my last string of hope was cut. I rampaged. I become fully merged with the shadow. My soul disappeared. I lost my soul to shadow. Its thoughts become my thoughts. Its desires become my desires. I killed everyone. Everyone who led her to make that choice. Everyone killed her. Demon. That''s what they called me. With a swing of my blade, death always follows. I killed them. I kill and kill. The man who made her become like that, I gouge his eyes, cut his body open. And store his heart in a jar. While the shadow slowly devours his soul. The woman who should be our mother. I killed her but as a form of respect. I killed her cleanly and buried her. Her classmates who bullied her, I tortured them and made them fall into madness. All the people who talked behind her back, I killed them. The police who wanted to capture me, I killed them. The teacher who didn''t help her, I killed them. No one can stop me. Other than myself. I am now satisfied. And now shadow, let''s die together. [End] Next Chapter: Can You See Them? Can You See Them? A month ago, after we came back from our trip. A piece of shocking news erupted. The whole neighborhood where we lived was turned into a city of blood. The scariest thing was, that every policeman who approached the neighborhood to capture the suspect was killed brutally. Thank god we planned to have a family trip. Just as usual, every time I finished doing chores. I watched the news just in case. But this time, the news I received was so shocking. The suspect was found by the police! When they found the suspect, he already died. The suspect was just a teen, about 16-17 years old. How could a young man like this turn the whole neighborhood into a nightmare? What''s more, I knew who''s this young man. His name was Julius. Although he was somewhat gloomy and didn''t show any emotions, I didn''t expect that he would do that. But why? Due to curiosity, I continued to watch the news. It said the main reason he did that was still under investigation. They said when they searched his house. They found some shocking things. A jar containing a heart, a body brutally been cut open. And a girl who believed his sister. The cause of death of the girl was said to be asphyxiation, which means a lack of oxygen. There was still a trace of a rope mark on her neck, meaning she suicide. Sigh, this child. I have a good impression of her. Why would she suicide? Other than those were corpses with the same kind of wound. A clean cut. The killer has killed them like cutting a tofu. Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! But, that young man was thin and looked weak. How can he kill all of them, in just a clean slash? There were still few who survived from his blade. According to the survivors, he killed them for a few reasons. They said he killed those who badmouthed his sister. He killed those who bullied her. He killed those who hurt her. They were thankful that they didn''t do anything to his sister. Sigh. What a bad month. I hope there will be no such bad news anymore. Three days later. I don''t know if I''m lucky or not but this shitty mouth jinx it! A new creepy rumor was spread. It said the knife that Julius used to kill all his victims was cursed. Everyone who tries to touch that knife will be killed a few hours later mysteriously. Some rumors said that they would be possessed by Julius. May 3, 20xx While walking to the market to buy some food, I walked past a girl talking and playing by herself. Maybe she saw the pity in my eyes she called me and asked. "Uncle, can you see them?" I asked for whom. She said. "My friends." She pointed. "There." I turned my eyes towards the place she pointed but there was no one there. It may be due to past events that I always feel nervous, but I''m feeling a little creepy at that time. Good thing her mother came. "Ash!" her mother came running and heaving panting. "Why did you go here?" She was so worried about her child that she forgot that I was there. And finally, she noticed me and suddenly apologized. "I''m sorry for causing trouble." I said it''s okay. "What are you doing here alone?" her mother asked. "Playing with my friends," she said as she pointed towards the ground where she was playing. I and her mother turned our attention to the ground but there was no one there. The atmosphere turned silent, her mother could only laugh awkwardly and say that it was normal for a child to say something like that. I can only nod. We both parted ways after that. I continued to walk as usual like nothing happened. But more creepiness happened. That night. I heard children playing in our living room. Maybe it''s my daughter and her cousins. But I remembered, that my wife and my daughter decided to leave my parents'' house while I stayed here to arrange some things. Basically, I am alone. I muster up all my courage to look at my living room, what I saw was nothing. There were no children playing, but the dolls and toys my daughter had were there. Like someone played them. Although I was feeling a little creepy at that time, I still cleaned it and arranged my daughter''s things. Some of my thoughts say maybe I forgot to clean the living room after my wife and daughter left. But they left 2 days ago, and I cleaned the house all the time. After I moved the toys to my daughter''s room. I immediately left took some things and locked the house before leaving it. And that night, I decided to sleep at my parents'' house with my wife. I drove the car towards my parents'' place. I know I am alone at that time. But I feel like there is someone else with me. To keep things safe, I parked my car near my friend''s house and took a taxi instead. And this time, I feel safe. After reaching my parent''s house, they greeted me. And I explained the whole thing to them. They knew I would not lie to something like that so they believed me. Especially my parents, maybe they felt someone following me and they closed the door. That time, I felt so scared. The next day, my parents took me to a priest to be prayed by the priest, along with my wife and daughter. In the next following days, my parents issued to bless my house. Only then do I feel safe. For the next few years, nothing happened. My daughter grows up and is finally in high school. This is the happy life I want. It continues, I hoped it would last ''till I die. Since then my life has been peaceful Until now? [End??] Next Chapter: Help Me, Teacher. Help Me, Teacher Chapter 4 Help Me, Teacher San Francisco High School of Laguna, one of the few prestigious schools in Laguna. Although it was one of the smallest schools in Laguna, it was still one of the renowned schools. Purely due to its staff and ways of teaching that it got its reputation. Unfortunately because of the lack of funds, facilities, resources and staffs, this school will only remain small. One of the main reasons of its reputation is from the so called Goddess in the school, teacher Angeline Gabrero, a young teacher who is teaching for almost 3 years. She was called Goddess because of her appearance and her gentle personality. She was in charge of the school clinic and was also the trusted counselor, someone both her fellow teachers and students tell their problems and ask for advices. It was also because of her that the risk of bullying was low and even fighting between students was recedes, and due to her motivations and encouragement that the students become more active on their studies. In short, Ms. Angeline Gabrero was one of the main figures of the school. It was March 29 of 2024, Holy Saturday or also known as Black Saturday. It was weekend and was also Holiday, but Ms. Angeline was still busy doing documents and files for her students. It was a life of a teacher, for students she will have to work hard. 10:35 PM. Angeline suddenly got a call from one of her students while doing her work. ¡°Hello Faith Ann?¡± Angeline asked. ¡°Hello Ma¡¯am, did I somehow disturb you?¡± Faith Ann said in low and weaken voice. ¡°No. Are you alright?¡± Angeline noticed her weakened voice and immediately asked with concern. ¡°Don¡¯t worry ma¡¯am, I¡¯m alright.¡± Faith said. Before Angeline can reply, Faith quickly added. ¡°I just want someone to talk with, ma¡¯am.¡± ¡°Okay¡± ¡°Ma¡¯am, you should know about my situation right? My dad was a ceo of some company, and while my mom was working overseas. I¡¯m always alone in my house, even if I asked them for just a meal and a trip together as a family, they will always say they are busy and can¡¯t keep me accompany. But as the time passes, other than basically giving me my allowance they stop caring about me.¡± ¡°That is why I also do well in my studies, to achieve higher grades so that they can noticed me.¡± Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! ¡°I studied hard, day and night, so that if I achieved something high, I can show that to them and they will be proud and happy for me. Like the other parents to their kids.¡± ¡°I become the topper of my class, and when I showed it to them they only said ¡®Good, don¡¯t disappoint us.¡¯.¡± ¡°That time my heart felt so heavy, like a boulder was on my shoulder.¡± ¡°The day of recognition, they didn¡¯t come. I anticipated for them to come, because I thought they were satisfied with my performance.¡± ¡°I asked them why they didn¡¯t come, and yet they said it was not as important as their work.¡± ¡°I cried when I heard them saying that.¡± ¡°Just why?¡± ¡°I did everything just to get their attention, I sacrificed my sleep and health for my studies.¡± ¡°And yet just one praise and recognition, I didn¡¯t receive any from them.¡± ¡°So for them, their own daughter are not as important as their work?¡± ¡°Then why did they even bother to make one?¡± ¡°Faith Ann¡­¡± Angeline tried to console her but was quickly stopped. ¡°Don¡¯t worry ma¡¯am, I am fine.¡± ¡°Actually I already thought of it, why bother work hard when the people you want to please doesn¡¯t even care about you?¡± ¡°I grew up with my grandparents because mom and dad was always at work, but my grandparents who raised me was already died.¡± ¡°Even if I tried to stay a little longer, I have no one left.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t have any friends due to my personality.¡± ¡°Even if I found one, they will only backstab me.¡± ¡°I¡¯m tired, ma¡¯am.¡± ¡°I tried everything I got, but why?¡± Hearing that, Angeline began agitated. ¡°Hey Faith, stay with me.¡± ¡°Where are you?¡± Angeline asked. Without even arranging her works, Angeline immediately stood up and put on her jacket. She hurriedly went out and asked Faith. It seems like Faith knows what Angeline is going to do, and she said, ¡°Don¡¯t bother, Ma¡¯am Angel, I¡¯m sorry.¡± "Don''t, Faith! Where are you? Let''s talk." Angeline shouted, her face pale with worry. "Thank you for your concern, Ma''am Angel. But I''m tired of proving myself to them." Faith quickly said, her voice trailing off. Tears filled Angeline''s eyes as she heard Faith''s words. ¡°Goodbye and thank you for being with me.¡± Faith said, her voice filled with sadness and a hint of joy, she was thankful that she can talk to someone like Angeline. She might have been thinking that if they had only known each other, maybe she wouldn¡¯t have done it. But she was tired. After saying that, the call disconnected. Angeline immediately called the police to go to Faith¡¯s house. When they arrived, they found Faith¡¯s body, already dead for several hours. Angeline was shocked because they had just talked a few minutes ago. The police talked to her and asked her several times. While being questioned, Angeline was filled with shock, fear, and confusion. She was advised by the police psychiatrist several times before being escorted home. When she arrived at her house, she sat on her bed in a daze. After a while, she opened her cellphone and checked her call history. It''s already late afternoon, and classes are over for the day. All the students have gone home, leaving only the teachers at school to take care of their students'' quiz papers. Angeline and her colleagues arrived home at 6 o''clock. Upon arriving, she immediately set to work on the papers to finish them. With her full focus, it took her 5 hours to complete everything. It''s already 11 o''clock, and Angeline was about to go to sleep when her cellphone rang again. Because of what happened to her recently, she trembled and felt a chill. Despite this, she still picked up her cellphone and checked it. She hoped that what happened last Saturday wouldn''t happen again. And when she saw who was calling her, she felt anxious once more. "Jamaica." She answered it, asking, "Hello?" A weak and trembling voice entered Angeline''s ear, immediately filling her with fear and sadness. "Help me, Teacher!" Deadmans’ Call Angeline¡¯s face turned pale. ¡°Jamaica! Where are you?¡± Her voice carried with worry and anxiety. Her heart was beating fast in fear; she wanted to calm down, but she couldn¡¯t. The tired and weak voice of Jamaica sounded again. ¡°It was so dark, I can¡¯t move. The water is filling the area, and it will soon reach my throat.¡± ¡°Jamaica, tell me where you are?!¡± Angeline asked quickly, worried and scared that she would lose another student. ¡°I¡¯m scared, teacher. I don¡¯t want to die,¡± Jamaica¡¯s trembling, weak voice sounded again. ¡°Teacher, I can¡¯t breathe.¡± ¡°Jamaica, hold on! Tell me where you are!¡± Angeline panicked. She grabbed her coat and rushed outside, her hair in disarray, but she didn¡¯t care. As soon as she got outside, she immediately called for a taxi. The driver, who understood the situation, quickly drove his taxi as soon as Angeline got in. ¡°Cliff¡­ river¡­¡± Jamaica stuttered, her voice becoming weaker and weaker. ¡°Jamaica, please hold on!¡± Angeline said, her voice carrying a trace of warmth, but her body was panicking; fear and worry were written all over her face. ¡®Cliff, river, and a road to her house¡­¡¯ Angeline murmured, recalling the clues she had gotten. Suddenly, the driver drove in a direction. Angeline was confused by the driver¡¯s actions; she hadn¡¯t even given a single direction yet the driver drove. ¡°Where are we going?¡± Angeline asked. The driver turned a deaf ear and ignored Angeline. ¡°Hey! Where are you taking me to?! Jamaica needs help!¡± Angeline shouted. Suddenly, Angeline felt tired. She fought her tiredness to avoid falling asleep; she grabbed her head. ¡°Ugh! Hey! Stop!¡± But it was too late. Her vision blurred, and the world around her faded to black. When she opened her eyes, she found herself standing in the middle of nowhere. When she looked around, she found herself on a road surrounded by trees; the taxi she rode had disappeared. When she looked further, there was a curved road near the cliff. ¡®Cliff?!!¡¯ Angeline was alarmed. She ran towards the cliff, her heart pounding in her chest. All she could think about was the cryptic words Jamaica had uttered - cliff, river. She reached the edge, gasping for breath. The guardrails were broken, and there were jagged tire marks on the ground, which seemed to be still fresh, indicating that an accident had just happened. Her heart raced faster as she stared at the broken guardrails. She hesitated, her mind racing with fear and desperation. She walked slowly near the edge, looking down below with fear in her eyes. Terror gripped her soul as she saw the aftermath. ¡°Jamaica!!¡± Angeline yelled. Angeline caught a glimpse of wrecked metal, parts of the taxi. Panic surged through her, and she gripped her phone trembling. With shaking hands, she called the police. ¡°This is Laguna Police Station, what can I do for you?¡± Angeline¡¯s voice quivered as she explained the situation. The operator¡¯s tone turned serious. ¡°Stay calm, ma¡¯am. The rescue teams are on their way.¡± A minute later, the rescue teams arrived. It took them half an hour to retrieve the victims¡¯ bodies, the driver and the passenger. ¡°Can I take a look at the bodies?¡± Angeline asked, her voice trembling. She wished that it was not Jamaica. The rescue personnel nodded, leading her into a tent where the bodies were. Inside the tent, lay two bodies on mortuary stretchers. The rescue personnel slowly walked towards the body near the entrance. ¡°The victim¡¯s name is Alfredo Garcia, 53 years old. The cause of death of the driver was exsanguination, resulting from severe bleeding caused by the shattered car window. The taxi suddenly lost its brakes as the driver was about to turn, and as the taxi fell off the cliff onto the left side where the driver was seated, it first struck the guardrails, causing the windows on the left side to crack, and the resulting fragments directly struck the carotid artery, leading to immediate death. Time of death, 9:35 PM, ¡± the rescue personnel said as he lifted down the cover on its face, revealing the face of a middle-aged man who seemed to be 50 years old or older. But, when Angeline saw the face, she was shocked because this was the driver who had driven her to the road near the cliff. Sadness, fear, and terror covered her face. Her body trembled in fear, but the rescue personnel supported her. ¡°Are you okay?¡± The rescue personnel thought that seeing a corpse was too much for Angeline. Angeline touched her forehead. ¡°I¡¯m okay, let¡¯s continue.¡± The rescue personnel saw Angeline still wanted to continue, he warned her again but Angeline still persisted. He had no choice but to continue to the second victim. The two walk to the second victim, Angeline is trembling In nervousness, fear, and anxiety can be seen in her eyes, while the rescue personnel calmly look at her getting ready in case she faints. The rescue personnel slowly lifted the coved from the victim¡¯s face. ¡°This is Jamaica Villanueva, 16 years old, a student of San Francisco High School. Her cause of death is asphyxiation, there is a sign of struggle in her body. Meaning, she was still alive and struggling when the taxi fell into the river. The estimated time of her death is 9:50 PM, 15 minutes after the death of the driver, ¡° he lifted down the cover, revealing a pale face of a girl. Angeline stared at the female victim''s face which was her student, Jamaica. She doesn''t want to believe any of these happening, because just several minutes ago both of them were just talking over the phone. As if knowing what will happen in advance, the rescue personnel swiftly towards Angeline. Anxiousness, despair, sorrow, sadness, fear, terror, and more negative emotions swept over her mind. As she cannot take the negative emotions her mind continues to receive, she faints. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. But luckily, the rescue personnel prepared and planned it in advance in case Angeline fainted. The rescue personnel carried Angeline on his back as he walked to the tent where medical units belong. Medical unit staff saw the rescue personnel carrying Angeline, they quickly brought a stretcher and helped the rescue personnel to carry Angeline. They brought her over to the Medical Unit Tent to do a quick medical check, as soon as they were done they quickly arranged for Angeline to be driven to the hospital through the Ambulance. On the next day, Angeline woke up with great pain over her head. She immediately remembered everything that happened, she cried uncontrollably as she mourned for her dead students. The hospital nurses heard her cry and quickly rushed to her sick room. ¡°Are you alright?¡± one of the nurses asked, as the other nurses quickly assisted Angeline and gave her a glass of water. Angeline drank the water as her sobs continued, several moments later, she calmed down, wiping her tears with her sleeves, she said. ¡°I¡¯m okay now, thank you.¡± ¡°I¡¯m glad to hear that.¡± The nurse from earlier said. Following that, the few nurses checked Angeline just in case, and seeing that there was no problem, the nurse left. Angeline was left there alone, thinking of everything that happened. The mysterious phone call and her students'' death. She laid down and rested her eyes for several hours before leaving the hospital. She arranged and cleaned up her room just as she got home, looking at the papers at her working table, she realized she still had a responsibility to take care of, but the horror that the mysterious calls were still stuck in her head. Lying in her bed, she began to think about how the mysterious call called and disappeared like nothing happened. She also realized that every time that mysterious call called, it was the moment before her students'' death. She was thinking deeply when suddenly her phone rang, remembering that mysterious call, Angeline was spooked. She looked at her phone, it was just the school principal, she sighed with relief. But she also thinks of the possibility that maybe not only the students are affected but also the other. Mustering all of her courage, she picked it up. ¡°Hello?¡± her tone is calm and professional, but if someone was beside her, they would see that nervous face she had. ¡°Hello Ms. Angeline, are you alright? I heard that you are in the hospital, what happened?¡± the voice on the other side said, her tone was the sound of an old woman but it brought peace and warmth. Hearing the tone, there seems nothing wrong. Angeline sighed in relief. ¡°Yes, I''m alright. It''s just that, I''m fainted and nothing more....¡± Angeline said casually but to the principal, it sounded serious, and she kept asking for more details, Angeline had no choice but to make up a story for the principal to believe. The principal could only believe, hearing how healthy she was they ended the call after a few more conversations. The principal also gave her a week of leave since Angeline seemed in a bad condition, Angeline refused but the principal persisted. She accepted it, unwillingly. After that call, Angeline also received calls from other teachers, asking how she was and if she was okay. It took her almost an hour to finish all the calls. Suddenly a student calls her, fear suddenly overwhelmed her face as she reminded her of what happened previously. Picking it up, she sighs with relief. Like the other teachers, the student also asks about her condition. Many students call her, worried about her. Angeline could only smile gently, she was glad that there was someone who cared for her, as a teacher. Because of today''s era, student who care and respect their teachers are rare and hard to find. Lying in her bed, she gently closed her eyes for a moment. She stands up, and tidies herself. After checking everything was fine, she left her house for a simple breakfast. She found a small food stall in a corner of the street, it was the stall where she usually ate. Sitting in the chair, Angeline ordered her food. The owner saw her and asked, ¡°The usual simple breakfast?¡± ¡°Yes, Uncle Jin.¡± After several minutes, her food was served. Angeline immediately munched down to her food. Suddenly, the owner passed her a drink. Angeline looked at the owner in confusion and was about to say something but interrupted by the owner. ¡°It''s on the house.¡± the owner smiled. ¡°Thank you...¡± A few minutes later, Angeline already went home after eating. At her home, Angeline turns to finish her work. She checks the papers of her students as she makes a PowerPoint presentation and quizzes for her class. Even though she was working, the things she experienced that night reverberated in her head. She couldn''t focus, but she persisted. She only took a break during lunch and dinner. When she finally stopped, it was already 12.40 AM. Angeline already completed everything she needed to do, and now she only needed to sleep. While arranging her working table, sounds of ringing suddenly came to her phone. Angeline was surprised and scared. She doesn''t want to pick up her phone, fearing that it will happen again. She turned to her bed, ignoring her phone. But all of a sudden, the ringing sound in her phone has changed into static sounds. Resisting the urge to check her phone, she lie down in her bed as she use her blanket to cover her whole body. She wants to believe that supernaturals don''t exist, but that things she experienced last time keep echoing in her head. Covered in fear, Angeline felt that she was being stared at like she was not alone. Rustling can be heard around her room, yet there is no wind. Suddenly, the static sounds in her phone disappeared, along with the strange things that were happening in her room. Everything came to normal like everything was just an illusion. ¡®Yes, everything was just an illusions¡¯ Angeline consoled herself. When she thought everything was fine, the sounds of screaming suddenly came out from her phone. The voices in the phone were familiar to Angeline, extremely familiar. It was her students, screaming for help. Unable to resist herself, she screamed. ¡°No!!¡± she forced herself to move. She grabbed her phone, and with force, she slammed it to the ground. That force should have been enough to break the phone, but to her despair, the screams from the phone hadn''t stopped. ¡°No, no, no, no, no, no¡± Angeline fell down to the ground, she broke down, her mind had fallen. Her body became pale, her eyes lost their light. She looked around, maybe she was just hallucinating but when she looked around, what she saw was her students, dying in the most cruel way. To her, it was both unfamiliar and familiar. In her eyes, each student has a phone in their hand. Telling their state of death, each mumbling the name of their teacher, Angeline. Her room slowly turned to something unfamiliar to her, the room expanded, and the things in her room disappeared. Instead, it slowly turns to her classroom. In the classroom, she was standing beside the blackboard, teaching the students who were sitting at their own tables. The bodies of the students were the way they died, some of the students had rope marks on their necks, some had their heads decapitated, some were wet and pale and some were tortured beyond human. The teacher, Angeline, has her hair disheveled, her lips smiling uncontrollably, and her eyes have lost their pupils. Suddenly, the phone which was on the teacher''s table rang. All the attention turned to the phone. The teacher stopped her lesson and walked towards the phone. She picked it up and answered the phone, ¡°Hello?¡± this word should have felt warm and inviting but it turned cold and creepy. ¡°Teacher, help me!¡± ...... The next day, Angeline and her students were found dead in their classroom. Even the dead bodies of students who should be in a morgue were found there, and according to the CCTV, no one was found entering the classroom last night. This incident caused a rumor across the town, because of the incident, the school was abandoned and shut down. It later became one of the most haunted places in the world. [Chapter End] Note: Sorry for the late update, I had to find a few more inspirations in real life, again sorry for the late update.