Ouran Host Club with the American

Unscprited

3rd pov

Within the school of the rich and the known, at the end of the hall, of the third floor west wing. Through the doors of the once warm, once welcoming, music room three. Inside the darken room the air was chilled and the only light came from a blackened screen in the hands of covered being that showed nothing but a finger the gently glided across the dim light screen.

The being sat still, eternally motionless, even when a bright light seeped in from the door that opened slowly with the sound of fourteen feet stepping into the unwelcoming room.

The cry of a boyish whine filled the cold air, “It’s dark in here.”

“What is going on?” Wondered another student as his purple scanned the darkness.

Silence fell across the room. For a long moment the seven students stood in the doorway curious, and confused, unaware of what curse has come over their humble room of joyful fun.

Bravery struck one amongst the group as a genital step moved forward breaking the silence and awaking the voice that hunted the room of once pleasure.

The low voice slithered through the cold air, with the sounds of smooth hisses whipping by the ears of the Host Club.

“I see how people die,” the soft voice cut through the air sending chills down the spins of anyone unfortunate enough to hear it.

Faces went hard as they looked around the room to discover where the sinister voice fell from.

The slickly voice sounded again filling the silence from all around, “I see how people die,

As I glimpse into their coal eyes.”

A big gulp slipped down the throat of an eldest twin before he spoke, “This is getting weird.”

“Weirder than our average days?” Asked a voice of reason seeming to but unaffected by the frightening circumstances, as the glare of light reflected from his glasses.

A soft voice of logic spoke as feet steps moved across the floor, “Well why don’t we just turn on the light?”

A with a click the lights flicked on with a shutter then blow one by one till the room was dim again. A zap of electricity stock the soft hand of Haruhi and she pulled it back with quickness and nerve.

The cold voice spoke yet again, “Whether tragically or not,

All their bodies do is rot.

People of all ages,

Trapped inside their countdown.

No escape from their end,

Not happy with the life they’ve spent.”

Though the voice sounded cold and dreadful it hinted a familiar ring in the ear of Kaoru. Softly he spoke in a questionable tone calling out the name of one who could not be found. “Bri?” Was all he said then the sorrowed voice spoke again.

“I see how people die,

And all their truth and lies.

When I see them take their final breath,

I see that most deserve their painful death.”

“Is she possessed?” Asked the eldest of the twins.

“What happened to Bri,” Cried the boyish young man.

And again the cold voice spoke with horrific tones,

“I see how people die,

But I’ll never allow myself to see mine.

Avoiding every mirror,