Crossing the Line

Crossing the Line

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"Well, that's what happens when you sleep in dangerous places." The atmosphere felt too serious to be making casual remarks like that. It was rather odd - how could such a dark scene as this happen in such a vibrant and lively kitchen? Six children, reduced to 'practically ghosts', discussing their options, and a mother, weeping over her apparently missing child, unable to see him right in from of her. Had this kitchen ever seen anything so grim? It had all started because of a school project. It was simple, really. Film something. And of course, someone HAD to suggest a horror movie. The four other students soon learned that they probably should have listened to Miki when she protested the location of their film being the 'haunted' house near the park. And now, they find themselves crossing the line between our world and that of the dead - and racing against the clock to get back.
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On a seemingly ordinary school trip, a group of high school students is thrust into a series of inexplicable and eerie events that force them to confront death... Unless of course, they can work together to defy their fate. *** Ciel point of view*** I agreed to go on a two days long school trip and then come back home. It was supposed to ease off my mind, reduce my stress and improve my mood and wellbeing. But this school trip was different. The forest had been watching over us and scheming our demise. Soon, we were trapped inside of it, like bugs caught in a giant spider web with no other fate than to wait for our death. Or so, it seemed.

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