Third person POV
Stormy nights.... that's how my time passed in this
empty cell looking at the wall blankly as I laid chained up. I can't feel my feet and arms anymore.I'm used to this feeling of helplessness....
White brick wall with dried blood on it the only source of lighting was the moon illuminating from the bar windows in front of me.
No sounds of chattering like I was used to. Now, there was just silence haunting my very existance. Both of my parents are dead because they ...
WERE MURDERED
I kept on wondering when will I died? Is it too hard to just lay dead?
If you are wondering on why didn't I called for helped in the first place it's because the ones I called 'friend' ended up betraying me. She even watch me being torture by those demons while pretending to be concern. This world is cruel to an extend that some people started to lose faith in trusting someone. I couldn't agree more.
The people who were torture before me have the same fate as me. Buried alive , hanged or worse being the sacrifice to a strange ritual of calming angry spirits. I was those unlucky ones that got chosen as a sacrifice for the ritual.
Oh joy.
All those folklore stories with pictures hanged along the empty hallway were based on true stories.
To those who found this note . RUN FOR YOUR DEAR LIFE!!
By the time you found this note I will be dead right now. Just get out of here or experience the true horror this mansion had to offer you.
Year
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(Present times)Airi's POV
I folded the little note and put into my pocket. Everyone in the student council gathered around me lost in their thoughts. I took my phone from my blazer and checked for signals. It hit a bar. Maybe I should called for help. Yes, I know what you are thinking right now...why didn't I just called from my phone earlier. Unfortunately, I've received no phone signal for this thing called a smartphone it can't help us.
" Wait, I know who we need to call," Nao snatched my phone away before dialing an unfamiliar number.
Hello? A male voice could be heard at the end of the line
"Can you send us some help? This Nao by the way." She said while holding my phone closely to her ear.
Nao? We are you guys? And ...whose number is this. He questioned
"Akasaka Mansion. This number belongs to Mei-san." She answered while looking at Yuu who is currently sitting on the floor due to exhaustion.
............ I'll there soon. It took him about a minute to said that. But why does his sound so familiar?
I just stood there stared blankly at the floor before Nao gave my phone back. Takajo decided to break the silence that surround us for quite a while. " Ah, Mei-senpai may I ask you a queation?"
I nod for him to continue.
"What's your relationship with Kirito-senpai.? I've heard rumors that you two are dating each other." Takajo look at me straight in the eye.
"We're just friends. Those fangirls of him were just a bunch of idiots." I said with my usual poker face.
"Oh..." The environment suddenly turns a bit awkward where Yuu just sigh while Nao was busy recording the whole situation using her camcorder. We were at the second floor of mansion it used to be a room for a sacrifice ritual. Full of satanic symbol and circles with burnt candles.
There is also two large bookshelves at the right of the room. I walked to the bookshelves and scanned the books carefully then I took a book entitled 'Sacrificing humans for gold'. I opened it to find;
How to Lead a 'Sacrificing ritual:
1. KILL INNOCENT CHILDRENS ( this is because children's heart are still so pure and fragile. The master loves the taste of fresh flesh.)
2.DRAW THIS SYMBOL AT THE CENTER OF THE ROOM
3 .BURN FIVE CANDLES around the symbol
4.Put children's corpses in the circle and light up the candles
5.Drip your own blood at the center and wait for it. Your ritual will be a success.
I closed the book. Before went to look at the satanic symbol up close. Well, I've to admit, this is interesting. How humans with go to this extend to preserve their wealth by killing innocent souls.
I continue to examine while the others were busy looking at an odd painting of a woman mainly in her late thirties at the end of the room. Hung on a wall with dim lighting to give a mysterious yet so murderous aura at the same time.
All of the sudden,behind me there was something like a metallic plate fell to ground causing the others to feel alerted by looking at our surrounding. I looked over at it there a something written plate with bold word it says ; History of the Mansion
This Mansion was build during the Meiji Dynasty in 1912 by Akazawa Yamamoto. It is known where orphans and low class society were slaughtered cruelly by the Akazawa himself. The ritual of Sacrificing a living being to preserve his family wealth while making a strong bond towards Emperor Meiji by aiding financially at the Royal house. Countless of souls were lost as he continues this despicable act. This mansion also contributes by helding an upper class party once a year. His family were murdered gruesomely by an unknown suspect in revenge of his despicable act. He committed suicide during his familys' funeral in 1930.This mansion then was handed down to the founder of Yuriel Cooperation , Mr. Genzo Tachinaba in the 1970's by the Japanese Government. It is rumored that this kind ritual was still used in this era of modern technology that is yet to revolutionise.
A/N
This is pure fiction don't ever believe that this has happened before. It's just my twisted imagination got the best of me😂😂😂
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