School is a place full of youth experiences. No exception to horror and terrible experience. Many of us often hear horror stories spread through lips to lips by the public. Likewise with the story at this school. This story is based on the real experience I had experienced at the beginning of entering 10th grade in a private high school in a solo city.
Exactly that afternoon I and my friends who liked horror stories used their empty hours in class to share experiences about the horror things they had just experienced. Lelly, Jeceline, Farros, they are friends who often share stories with me about their experiences in places that are considered haunted. I began to tell stories that I experienced a few days ago.
"Yesterday the day after tomorrow, I was with the farhan there was an afternoon afternoon, well, we are both through the 12th class hall which the older classmates said was a haunted place" I said, tapping my finger to the table slowly.
"Yes, he said it was haunted," continued the jeceline who tried to tidy up the veil.
"Do you continue to see what is in the twelfth class hall?" Asked Farros, who looked most interested in my story.
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