Gohar: An Extremely Chilling Horror

Winsy

Boisov College was surrounded by nature. The campus was nestled among tall reed trees, and art subjects like music were often taught outdoors, beneath the cooling shade of those trees. This unique environment made learning more enjoyable for the children. One of their favorite spots was by the "small waterfall," a gentle stream that trickled down from about three feet. The air here was cooler, and the soothing sound of water made it the perfect place to study, especially in the summer.

A special outdoor class was arranged near a fallen pine tree. The tree trunk served as the teacher's seat, while the children gathered around in small chairs placed in a circle. Ms. Ruzana, their music teacher, sat on the trunk, smiling as the children settled in. It was peaceful, an idyllic setting for a lesson.

But something was missing.

"Where is Winsy?" Ms. Ruzana's voice cut through the calm.

The children exchanged uneasy glances, some looking disinterested. Winsy's absence wasn't unexpected—he was always causing trouble. One of the boys mumbled, "He must be in the classroom," but nobody seemed eager to fetch him.

"Can someone go back and call him?" Ms. Ruzana asked again, her patience wearing thin.

No one volunteered. Winsy's reputation made him widely disliked. He was the class bully, infamous for tormenting his classmates. His pranks were often cruel—like putting dead flies in kids' lunch boxes or ambushing them on the road with punches. Some days, he'd even throw a chalk duster at someone's face. Everyone feared him, and no one wanted to deal with him.

Just as the tension grew, Gor, the new boy, stood up.

"Aren't you the newcomer? Are you sure you remember where the class is?" Ms. Ruzana asked, surprised by his bravery.

"Yes, Ms. Ruzana," Gor replied softly.

The class remained silent as Gor made his way back to the classroom. Despite it being his first day, Gor had an excellent memory and quickly found his way. When he entered, he saw Winsy hunched over, greedily devouring something from a lunchbox. Gor recognized the bag instantly—it was Meera's.

"Why are you eating Meera's snack?" Gor demanded, his voice loud in the quiet room.

Winsy shot up, his face flushed. Without a word, he shoved Gor against the wall and bolted out of the classroom. Gor, determined, chased after him. But Winsy, well-versed in escape tactics, headed straight for the small waterfall and slipped into an empty chair as if nothing had happened.

Ms. Ruzana, who had just begun her lesson, didn't miss a beat. "Winsy, where have you been? Where's the new boy?" she asked, her voice sharp with suspicion.

Winsy stared at the ground, refusing to answer. Moments later, Gor arrived, his pants smeared with dirt from the chase. He quietly returned to his seat, deciding to stay silent for the time being. Meera, completely unaware of what had transpired, sat across from him, focused on the lesson.

When the music class ended, the children returned to their regular classroom. Gor sat down, his eyes on Meera. He wanted to tell her about what had happened, but before he could speak, Meera discovered her lunchbox had been tampered with. Inside, she found a half-eaten bun. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to cry, her sobs echoing through the room.

The teacher rushed over, concerned. "What's wrong, Meera?" she asked gently.

"Someone ate my lunch," Meera sobbed, showing the half-eaten bun.

Ms. Ruzana's face darkened. She ordered everyone back to their seats. "Now, who ate Meera's lunch?" she demanded, her voice stern.

The room fell into an uneasy silence. Gor glanced at Winsy, who pressed a finger to his lips, silently warning Gor not to speak. But Gor couldn't stay quiet. He looked at Meera, tears streaming down her cheeks, and his heart ached for her.

Slowly, Gor raised his hand.

"Gor, do you know who did this?" Ms. Ruzana asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Who was it?"

"Winsy," Gor said, pointing directly at him. "I saw him eating Meera's food."

The class gasped. Ms. Ruzana, furious, stormed over to Winsy. She grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to the front of the class. Winsy glared at Gor, his eyes filled with hatred.

"All of you need to understand this," Ms. Ruzana declared. "This kind of behavior will not be tolerated. We're going to see the principal."

The class watched silently as she marched Winsy out of the room. Everyone knew the principal's punishment wouldn't be light, but few felt sympathy for Winsy.

At recess, Gor opened his lunch box and offered some of his toast to Meera. He couldn't stand the thought of her going hungry because of Winsy's cruelty.

"Thank you, Gor," Meera said, nibbling on the toast. "Winsy's so mean. He deserves whatever punishment he gets."

"But I feel sorry for him," Gor replied softly.

Meera frowned. "Don't. He's been awful to everyone. You'll see."

Meanwhile, Winsy knelt in the principal's office, his knees aching from the hard floor. He had been there for hours, waiting for his father to arrive. Winsy dreaded the conversation that was coming. He knew his father's wrath, and today's punishment would be worse than any before.

But as he knelt there, one thought consumed his mind: Gor. The new boy had betrayed him, and Winsy's anger grew with every passing minute. He clenched his fists, vowing that Gor would pay. And when he got his revenge, it would be brutal—something no one would forget.