It's here, a package Hilda has been waiting for. Weeks and weeks of sitting bored and on the verge of crying, she finally got it. " Oh my, oh me!" She yelled and jumped. She opened the package to reveal a knife. "This will be perfect for me." Hilda smiled and walked in the bathroom. The floor was stained with blood drops and the walls had knifes hanging, bloody and sharp. Hilda grabbed the knife and cut. One...two....three, the numbers went on. " Ah! I love this feeling! This knife is way too..." Hilda dropped on the floor. She had passed out, not from the blood loss, but the knife. It was haunted, a ghost has used it as their weapon. The knife got picked up by a young school boy that looked atleast 14. " Oh, Yashiro was right...". The boy sighed and wiped the knife. Hilda put her head up, with her blurry vision and fell. Blood leaking, laid her lifeless body, on the floor. Garu closed the book. " That's a tragic story, how did she die..?" Garu stood up and went to their bathroom. Washing his face, feels a sharp pain, so painful yet so good, he thought. He looked down to see a piece of broken glass. Stepping on it, Garu screamed and laughed, blood flying everywhere. Garu stopped and looked into the mirror. A boy was behind him. He turned around to see nothing, looking at the mirror again, the boy was closer. Garu turned around to see the boy this time. "A-AH, GET AWAY!" Garu yelled and ran to his porch. The boy floated towards him and three other ghost appeared towards him. Their faces became blurred and Garu stepped back. The Daikon legged girl sang a sentence and the orange haired boy and pink haired boy started humming. Hanako danced along as a song formed. " Goodnight, goodnight
Close your eyes and you'll leave this dream
Goodnight, goodnight
I know that it's hard to do
Days go by
It can't be helped
Moments pass
Shattered glass
Hands of time
Where's that chime?
In my head?" They sung and the brown haired boy danced. Garu plucked his eyes out and smiled. He danced and leaped off the building, yelling " oyasumi, oyasumi, close your eyes and you'll leave this dream...". *BANG*. The whole neighborhood could hear his body drop as a music box played, ending the song. The ghost waved at the body and left. To this day, people have called Garu, Leaping boy, who sang a song, so beautiful, yet felt so tragic.
