Brown is gone.
“W-What is this?”
“Th-this person moved!!”
Judging by the fact that there was no silver coin inside the doll’s stomach, had the Good Friend ritual itself been nullified? Or was it just because this was a dream, so he really only looked like a doll…?
‘Stop!’
Figuring that out isn’t the priority right now! Get a grip!
You’re inside a Ghost Story right now!
“Look over here!”
I snapped my head around.
In one corner of the dark classroom, someone was screaming.
It was the person who had been poking at the ‘student’ sitting alone at the desk without moving, stiff as a wax figure.
But that wax figure…
“Over there!”
Had disappeared from the desk.
And when I followed the finger of the person nearby, whose face had gone deathly pale as he pointed…
[Segwang Industrial High School]
The vanished student was standing rigidly by the back door.
Holding the door.
Expressionless.
Looking around the classroom.
“……”
“Uh, excuse me. You’re joking right now, aren’t you?”
There was no answer.
No movement either.
“Wait a second.”
One brave person approached and waved a hand right in front of its face.
The ‘student’ didn’t even blink. It was just standing there stiffly in front of the back door, horribly vivid…
“It’s not breathing. It’s not a person, it’s a mannequin…”
“No, then how did a mannequin suddenly move? What, did they learn some trick to make it look like it isn’t breathing?”
“Yeah, this is that thing. You know, those shows or WTube videos where they watch people’s reactions.”
No.
Of course there were no cameras here, no variety-show crew…