Ghost Story Club

trap of an adult’s charm. 

The moment I was about to respond with ‘yes’, I suddenly came to my senses.
The sound of the bathroom door swinging open and closed quickly snapped me out of it. 

 

Creak- Slam!

 

“……!”

The student behind me had taken the opportunity to escape. 

‘F-fuck……’

I slowly turned my face away and hurried to the door. 

When I opened the door, before I left I turned around to look at the teacher. 

She was still staring at me with her eyes thinly opened. 

“……”

“G-goodbye… I’m fine on toilet paper now.”

I quickly left the men’s room and ran to the classroom. 

At that moment, a message popped up. 

 

 

You have come across and survived the C-rank Ghost Story – Red Tissue, Blue Tissue.

You have earned 10 Ghost Story Points.

 

 

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I spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze. 

It partially had to do with all of the incomprehensible incidents happening continuously, and it also had to do with the way the unusual behavior of that teacher kept running through my mind. 

‘What exactly did the white tissue mean…? It keeps crossing my mind.
And did that guy survive? He seemed to have gotten injured.’

As I thought about numerous topics, sixth period had somehow ended and it would be time to go home soon. 

Right before the closing session, before the homeroom teacher came in, SunAh took the opportunity to come over to me. 

“Hey, Joon.”

“Yeah?”

“Your expression doesn’t look so good.”

“……”

“The club application form… Is it very difficult?”

“Oh! Right!”

I was in trouble! There was only five minutes left before the homeroom teacher came in.

I quickly grabbed a pen and began to rush through the form.

Like my disposition for cramming suggested, as I was cornered my inspiration began to explode. 

‘Ghost Story Club! By studying our ancestor’s traditional ghost stories, we will be researching the history of those times… this is the concept I’m going for… Let’s just tie this into the explanation for now.’

With rushed handwriting, I included all sorts of content to extend the explanation.
I barely finished when the homeroom teacher came into the room. 

SunAh was watching me with an admiring expression, until she noticed the homeroom teacher and skittered back to her seat. 

“Everyone worked hard today~.” 

After checking that everyone was in their seats, the teacher made announcements on how we should not be chatting on our way to the cafeteria during lunch, and for those of us who still had dyed hair to dye the color back to black by next week. 

“Also, there was an incident today where a male student slipped on his way to the bathroom and was severely injured.
Everyone please take care not to slip~.
Then, goodbye!”

He was trying to leave after finishing with those words when I followed him. 

“Teacher! Here, the club application form.”

“Good work~.”

The teacher quickly took the sheet and didn’t bother to read through it as he left for the teachers’ office. 

Was he the type to be sensitive about leaving work?

 

Your understanding of Park DamIm has increased by 10.

 

When I returned to my seat, SunAh approached my side. 

“What did he say?”

“Sigh, I’m not sure.
He didn’t read it, but truthfully, I couldn’t find a fourth member so I just left it blank.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, I’m sure things will work out.
If we can’t make the club, we can just join an existing club together.”

“Sure…”

SunAh extended her response as if she thought it was a shame. 

Activities like a ghost story club would seem weird anyway, so what did she think was a shame?

Did she think that joining a club and meeting new people was burdensome?

“I hope the club is accepted……”

I nodded my head in response to SunAh’s murmuring. 

“Yup.
And then we could spend a comfortable time amongst close friends.” 

“Yes! You’re right.
I wish that would happen……”

When I expressed her inner thoughts for her, SunAh began to nod her head furiously.
Her expression suggested that I was right. 

 

Your understanding of Yoon SunAh has increased by 5.

 

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After school ended, GyeongWon, SunAh and I left the classroom together. 

“What did the teacher say?”

“Nothing yet.
I think we will have to wait until tomorrow to know the results.”

“I hope things go well.”

GyeongWon pushed his glasses up with a smile as he replied. 

I suddenly had a question I was curious about, so I asked right away. 

“GyeongWon, do you know the red tissue, blue tissue ghost story?”

“That question is not even worth answering.”

True.
It was so famous that even someone like me, who had no interest in ghost stories, knew of it. 

“You know how the ghost in the story asks if you want a red tissue or a blue tissue, right? But what happens if you answer that you want a white tissue?”

“White tissue?”

GyeongWon had a stunned expression on his face, before he let out a sigh.

“Similar to last time, this is quite the peculiar question.
Is this type of question only imaginable by those who aren’t very knowledgeable about ghost stories? In a way, I am kind of jealous……”

I could only chuckle in embarrassment.

“A white tissue, huh.
White tissue… There is no decisive answer, but we could make a few speculations.”

“What kind of speculation?”

“When you choose the red tissue, they make you bleed to cover you in red.
If you choose the blue tissue, you are choked to turn you blue.
Thus, the white tissue would definitely be something that would turn you white.”

“Turn you white?”

“Maybe something like surprising you to make your face turn white? The method can be whatever you can think of.” 

Like the way you would use blood to turn red, something white within our bodies would be used to turn you white. 

‘What would that be?’ 

Nothing really came to mind, so I just shrugged my shoulders. 

“SunAh, do you know?”

“I don’t know……”

SunAh also didn’t know much about ghost stories. 

Later, we went our separate ways, and I headed home. 

‘Now that I think of it, for the ghost stories I came across before this one, I died at least once.
Today, I survived without dying at all.’

The reason I survived might have been because I already knew of the ghost story involving the red tissue and blue tissue. 

Thus, I was able to respond immediately, without getting flustered. 

‘… Already knowing what the story is about makes such a big difference.’

From what I’d experienced up to that point, the monstrous phenomena didn’t happen indiscriminately. 

There were at least some sort of basic rules that each of the ghost stories followed. 

What that meant is that, if you didn’t know the contents of the ghost story, you would face great danger—such as when everyone’s heads exploded, or when the laughing girl murdered people.
But if you knew the conditions of the ghost story ahead of time, you could easily handle the situation. 

That was right!

It was similar to games, where if you didn’t recognize the signs you would die. 

And then I realized that I didn’t know any of those kinds of stories. 

Where would I have to go to study ghost stories?

Would there be a place that specialized in teaching them?

“……”

Nope, nope. 

Of course there wouldn’t be. 

The only method would be to search through books, search through the internet, and ask others in order to slowly stack up knowledge of ghost stories. 

‘Do I really have to become a useless expert on ghost stories?’

After I let out a sigh, I looked up to see my apartment building. 

I must have reached home while I was lost in my thoughts. 

When I looked up at my house, I saw someone out on the veranda. 

“Mom?”

Mom was standing on our veranda, looking down at me. 

I waved my hand to greet her. 

“……”

For some odd reason, there wasn’t much of a reaction from Mom. 

I was pretty sure she was looking at me.

“……?”

Something was making me worry, so I hurried home. 

 

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