My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Ghost of schoolgirls in the school warehouse

"I.... It's definitely... It's the girl's ghost." said Leah trembling.

"We'd better get out of here and try to explain what's going on, to the teacher later" I suggested.

"Good idea."

I didn't know the spirit of the schoolgirl was good or evil. It's best not to deal with him first. Leah and I walked quickly to the door, but just as Leah stepped out the door slammed. It keeps me locked inside. I yelled Leah out while working on the door and trying to open it. But it's useless that the door doesn't shift one bit.

"Rin! are you okay?!" yelled Leah from outside.

"It's okay! But can you get help!" reply shouted.

"Hold on! I'll call the teacher! You're not going anywhere!"

"I can do it!"

The sound of falling objects was heard back I turned around and leaned on the door. My body began to tremble and my hair stood up. I looked around and there was no one. The light coming through the window was not enough to illuminate this entire warehouse. In some parts it is still dark. The falling objects began to stop but along with the cessation of the objects appeared smoke out of nowhere and getting thicker. I covered my mouth and nose with both hands. But still the smoke can still be inhaled by me.

"Ukhukis..... Ukuk..... Where's this smoke from?"

My breath felt tight and my consciousness began to disappear. I fell to the cold floor. In my nearly depleted consciousness I saw someone walking up to me. I don't know who he is. I just saw his feet.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

"Basar you poor girl!!! How dare you dirty my clothes!" the snare of a woman made me realize. But I only heard their voices. I still have the energy to open my eyes.

"sorry. L'm... I'll try to replace it," this time another girl's voice pleaded. It looks like he just got pushed to the floor.

"Without him?! You can do it! My clothes are so expensive to know!!"

"Yes. A poor girl like you can replace her. You're just lucky to be able to attend school here" this one woman's voice is different. She might be one of the friends of this arrogant girl.

I opened my eyes slowly and tried to sit down. I didn't feel the cold that was so piercing in the bone before. I look around. There was something different from the arrangement of the items inside this warehouse. Never mind. The snapping and scolding of the woman was still heard from outside. I became curious to see the face of the arrogant girl and also what mistake this poor girl made to the point of making the woman so angry with her.

Brak.....!!!!

The door slammed hard. I who fell down immediately stood up and dodged. The arrogant woman pushed the poor girl to the floor until her head hit the floor very hard. Blood flows there. The two women just laughed while crossing both hands.

"Hey what are you doing?!!!" I snapped at them but was ignored. They don't even hear me or see me at all. "What's.... What's going on?" the two women walked through me and penetrated my body. It feels really weird. I was surprised to be mixed with fear. "Am I dead?!"

One of the long blonde women grabbed the girl's already helpless hair. "You poor girl don't deserve to be here" whispered the woman in the girl's ear. After that he threw the head of the girl heard strongly to the floor. The result made his wound worse. I can only see the plight of the poor girl being tortured by these two bastard women. They both have no conscience at all. I can't hold back my tears. I can't son-in-law her until she breathes her last.

"How's this? He is unconscious. Is he dead?" asked the short black haired woman to her friend.

"A fainting at best. Let's get out of here."

The two girls walked away leisurely without feeling guilty. I was so excited to see these two people. I wanted to strangle them both. Just about to stand up, my head suddenly felt a lot of pain. I gripped my head and curled up in pain. The pain is so excruciating. My eyes are back dark. Slowly I saw the white light getting brighter. I closed my eyes because of the glare.

Gradually the light faded away, the pain in my head also disappeared. I opened my eyes. The cold felt bone-chilling again. I went back to the same place, the school building where I passed out. I was confused, what just happened?

"Hey... Are you conscious?"

I lifted my head, looking at who had just greeted me. His voice seems to have been heard. How surprised I am to know who it is. It turns out she was that girl. Pale face, slightly transparent and without shadow of course. It is the spirit of the girl who died in this warehouse. He looks friendly.

"Yes. You should have known how I turned it off?"

"What... Are you the one who brought me to see that tragic incident?" many ensure.

"No. You went there yourself. Can't you go to the past? That's your ability" said the girl to my surprise.

"How did you know?" I don't even know what happened just now.

"We spirits who are still wandering can see people who have special abilities like you."

"I just found out. So what do you want from me?"

"Hahaha.." The girl's laughter gave me goosebumps. "none. Is it just that you're gonna deliver the letter to one of my killers?" the girl pointed towards the letter lying on the floor.

I'm picking it. "That's all?" the girl stuttered quickly without removing her smile. "But I don't know who killed me?"

"His name is Jenny, now it's Class III B"

"OKs. I'll help you. But I'm locked in here, how am I supposed to get out?"

"Em.." the girl glanced at the arabian door. "This door is not locked but bewitched."

"Witchcrafted?"

"Yes. Just break it down with your power it can."

"Are you sure?" I danced a long breath and exhaled it slowly through my mouth. I gathered all my energy and.... Brak......!!! Once the door opened for a moment. "It's finally open too. Thank you." Thank you."

"It's nothing."

"If you may know, what is your name?"

"Linda's."

I immediately went to the class in question and hoped to meet with Jenny as soon as possible, because I did not want to linger to save this thing from the dead. Only a small amp. I don't know what it is and why would Linda give this to Jenny? I don't want to interfere in their business. I'm just a delivery guy.

The class in question is on the fifth floor. It was very tiring to climb the stairs to the fifth floor. But I was lucky today to meet Jenny and some of her friends on the third floor, right on the stairs. His face did not change at all, his long wavy blonde hair was unraveling and still arrogant.

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