A collection of short scary stories that include both FICTIONAL and REAL-LIFE stories of horror (the author and her friends'/acquaintances' true-to-life ghost stories).
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THURSDAY...
It's been a month since that fire incident happened in our school. It's a huge fire caused by an explosion of a transformer located at our main gate. The furious fire immediately spread throughout our school which brought great damage to all of our buildings, especially the new building which is located near the gate.
It not only brought great damage to the facilities near it but also to the hearts of the families who were left by their loved ones due to this mishap.
"Rika, come on! The teachers are calling us now!" my friend, Jackie called me to come out from the comfort room.
"Just a few more seconds!" I shouted back while I'm fixing my straight dark brown hair.
"Hurry! The mass is going to start!" she shouted again while pounding the wooden door.
"Alright! Alright! I'm coming out!"
We are conducting a daily prayer for those who died at the accident. It only started last Monday due to the suspension of classes for one whole month for the restoration of some rooms. Even though the new building and some other rooms are still inaccessible, our principal decided to resume the classes.
"We gather around here this morning to mourn for the death of our beloved brothers and sisters who died on a fire accident last month..." the priest started to open the topic.
Yes, it's been a month since that terrible accident occurred but it's still fresh from everybody's mind. It seems like it was just yesterday when I and my classmates saw a very horrifying scene.
IT'S ON THE MONTH OF FEBRUARY, same day and same time as of now. I, Jackie and three more classmates of ours are in charge with the cleaning of our room. Our teacher dismissed us early since the examination week had just ended. We are singing in the sound of our brooms as we sweep the floor. That's sort of a tradition for us or you can consider it as a way of removing our boredom.
"Rika, I'm going to take the garbage out now!" shouted a tall skinny boy who's picking the garbage can at the corner of the room.
"Okay! Thanks, Josh!" I answered him with a smile on my face.
I saw his cheeks turned a bit red. I thought he has a fever but I shrugged the idea off since he was exiting our room in a lively manner. I just continued sweeping and singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" by Israel Kamakawiwoʻole.
Just a few seconds after Josh went out of the room, me, Jackie and two other classmates of ours got startled by a very loud noise. It sounded like a big explosion. And that explosion didn't end with just that one big bang but it was also followed by loud screams, loud scary horrifying screams. The happy singing voices of the students a while ago were replaced by earsplitting shrieks. We went outside the room to see what is happening.
As we stepped outside, it's as if we entered a nightmare. No, nightmare is an understatement. The whole school is like a living hell.
We saw tons of people on fire running for their lives trying to put out the blazing fire that's eating up their whole body. Children, parents, guards and teachers are screaming for help. The fury fire does not recognize man from woman, adult from child. They were all engulfed by those killer blazes.
