Red Wine

6: Sixth Floor Legends

The Student Council of a prestigious college in Asia held an emergency meeting. Each member of the council walked with such seriousness on their face, and the air they gave was somewhere between furious and tense. Normally, the council is always lively and friendly, always there to help their fellow schoolmates, and has done their responsibilities with such grace and enthusiasm. Today was different, as if all of a sudden they weren't the same Student Council that everyone knew and loved.

Their change of aura was understandable though. For the past few weeks, there have been frequent instances of disappearing students within the campus, most notably on the sixth floor of the building. At first, everyone including the council and the faculty dismissed this as a prank, probably pulled off by some students of the school to poke fun of the infamous legend; the legend being - supposedly you'll hear random male or female moaning sounds on this specific floor only, most especially at night. Most people believe that these are only sounds made by students who do 'deeds' on the sixth floor because it's usually empty by night time and is nothing to be afraid of.

That said, for the past few years that this legend has existed, old and new students come and go to the university, and the legend gets its own twist every year. This was one of them. When students started disappearing because of the 'legend', people thought nothing of it. However, the frequency and speed of missing students reached an alarming rate - it started from one per night, then two, and now more than three would disappear per night.

The Student Council decided to take the matter into their own hands by investigating the sixth floor once all the students have gone home. In the meantime, they strictly prohibited anyone from letting their curiosity get to the best of everyone, and disallowed the students and faculty from going to the sixth floor entirely. Students who normally have classes on this floor were temporarily relocated elsewhere until the issue with the disappearances have been resolved.

All remaining classes end at 20:00, and the school grounds are empty by 20:30, giving the council the perfect opportunity to finally investigate the sixth floor. As a matter of fact, according to the students on the floor below it, moaning sounds can already be heard as early as 19:00. Normally, people start going missing after the 20:00 mark because of curious students who get drawn to go up the sixth floor, but since it was kept off-limits today by the council, no one has to worry about going missing for now.

As the council inspected every nook and cranny of the floor, the council could indeed hear the sounds of both a male and a female voice moaning, echoing in the corridors. They wanted to split into different sectors of the floor in order to find the source of the sounds, but they could not afford one of their members to go missing, hence why they are on this search as a group.

Every classroom has been checked, and all that's left on that floor were the lavatories and the storage room. The longer they stayed on that floor, the more disturbing it was to hear the sounds. The thought of hearing someone else moaning was already uncomfortable as it is, but having to keep hearing it close to your ears was another level of agony. Surprisingly, the restroom was the only place in that entire floor where the moaning was actually muffled, meaning all that's left was the storage room.

Cold sweat begins to form on most of the Student Council member's foreheads, limbs trembling in fear, and breathing becoming more ragged as they slowly approach the storage room. For some reason, the moaning becomes even more audibly lustful and oddly enticing for the members, as if the sounds were meant to draw them into it rather than something being just a sound of pleasure.

Something wasn't right.

Only the president of the council was able to steel his resolve, kicking the storage room door open. They were greeted by a pitch-black room and the strong scent of old wood, cardboard boxes that were obviously stocked for years, and some other unidentifiable scents lingering around. The president reached for the light switch beside the door frame, but only to be disappointed when the room remained dark. He then pulls out a flashlight from his pocket that allowed to illuminate the room for a little while. Nothing but stacks of boxes and some chairs and tables - the very same one that the students use in their classrooms.

Was the Student Council brave enough to go in to further check in the room? Yes, despite their trembling bodies. There were still four of them - the president, the vice president, the secretary, and the treasurer. They held onto each other's clothes, either out of fear or as a measure to immediately alert any of them in case one disappears. Upon further inspection of the storage room, the council concluded that there was nothing out of the ordinary in the room. The moaning stopped as well... at least, just to the president's perception. Everyone disagreed with him as the three could still hear the noises loud and clear in their head.

As they were about to leave the storage room to supposedly redo the scouring around the sixth floor, an ear-breaking scream was heard behind the council. They turned their backs around again to look in the direction where they came from, but only to find the treasurer missing from the trail. The secretary, who was in front of said treasurer, attested that she did not feel the treasurer's grasp tugged away or any of that sort... not until she felt something hanging on the hem of her clothes.

It was a hand, still tightly grasped. A hand that was familiar to all of them.

This was the point where everyone started to panic, but before they could even retaliate from the current situation in hand, the vice president, who was previously standing in between the secretary and the president, got pulled downwards on the ground before disappearing into nothingness. The two remaining council members witnessed what just happened with their own two eyes, but could not fathom any logical explanation for it.

The storage room, whose lights previously won't work, flickered to light up the room for a brief second, revealing two figures in the middle of the room. It was just literally for a split second, barely any time to make out of what they saw before the room was dark again. Another split second later, the secretary felt something warm touch her torso - specifically in parts where she shouldn't be touched. The hands slithered throughout her body to a point that she couldn't help but to let out the same moaning sounds that everyone has been hearing.

In an attempt to save his remaining council member, the president tried to reach out to the secretary, but was pushed to a corner by the second entity he saw just some seconds ago. The way the president fell on the floor made him writhe in pain that he could no longer make his legs stand up. He expected to be molested by the second figure just as the secretary was done, but to his surprise, the silhouette disappeared, as did the other one who held the secretary.

It was just the president and the secretary left - the latter now stripped off from her uniform, alone in a dark room at some corner of the institute. The president continued to squirm in pain as he kept trying to get up from his position, but all that brought him was further agony. Meanwhile, the secretary stood there frozen from shock, not until she loomed over the president on the ground.

"Pres..." the secretary mumbled in a tone the president could not discern. Next thing he knew, the secretary went down on both knees to where the president could see her exhausted face, spreading her legs on both sides of his hips, and inching her face closer to him at a very uncomfortable distance.

"H-hey, what are you-" but the president was never able to finish his sentence, as the secretary went for his lips to shut him up, followed by the same thing that was done to the secretary - hands that snaked all over the president's body, touching parts that she shouldn't be. The rest was history.

From that point on, the Student Council was never to be seen again. The moaning sounds on the sixth floor were even louder than ever.

Thus, the sixth floor legends live on.