DIARY OF A CERTAIN STORIES

BLACK SHIFTED

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie orange glow that seeped through the classroom windows. The atmosphere was deceptively tranquil, the only sound being the faint rustling of papers as the four boys—Kyoshue,Ron, Janlee, and Tan—sat at their desks. Their advisory teacher, Ms. Bañagas, was unusually quiet today, her eyes betraying a weariness that hung heavy in the air.

"Hey, Ms. Bañagas,are you okay?" Ron, the goofy one, asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Just tired, Ron. It's been a long week," she replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Maybe you need a vacation?" Tan suggested, adjusting his glasses. 

"We can help with lesson plans while you're gone!"

"Or maybe a spa day?"

 Kyoshue chimed in, his charming smile disarming yet unsettling.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. The boys packed their bags, oblivious to the ominous shadow looming over their lives.

But that peace was shattered the next day when their advisory teacher, Ms. Bañagas was found dead in the classroom. The news spread like wildfire, sending chills down the spines of every student at Killston University.

"Do you think she really just... died?"

 Tan, asked, nervously running his fingers through his disheveled hair. His voice trembled slightly, betraying his bravado.

"Maybe it was a heart attack," Janlee, the lover man, suggested, his voice calm. He was handsome, with an easy smile that could charm anyone, but today, it felt off—too controlled.

Kyoshue , the smart one, leaned back in his chair, furrowing his brow.

 "No way. There's something more to this. It doesn't feel right. It's like... like something dark is lurking."

"Come on, don't be ridiculous,"

Ron, chimed in.

 "Let's not jump to conclusions. We should focus on our studies instead of spreading rumors."

the murmur of horror lingered in the air. Fear gripped the students, and whispers of the supernatural began to spread.

 "They say Ms. Bañagas ghost haunts this place," 

Angela,one of their classmates trembled, her eyes wide with terror.

But rumors had already taken root, and as the days passed, the darkness deepened. Their classmates began to vanish one by one, the horror escalating like a twisted game of survival.

"Guys, we need to figure this out,"

 Kyoshue,urged, pacing the classroom. "Someone in our class must know something. The deaths... they can't be random."

"What do you mean?" 

Tan asked, concern creasing his brow.

"I think someone is targeting us," 

Kyoshue replied, his voice steady yet filled with urgency.

But his friends dismissed his fears as mere paranoia. They laughed it off, even as the body count began to rise.

Christian, the classroom president, was the first to fall victim to the unseen killer. It was a bright Wednesday afternoon when he was pushed from the roof of the school building. The laughter of students turned to screams as his body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

"What the hell just happened?!"

Janlee, who had just walked out, turned pale . 

"No, no, no! Christian!"