Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories-Chapter 28

"Again, huh?"

The student council president muttered.

Again?

I suddenly remembered that the student council president had been trapped inside a coffin earlier.

"Could it be... this happened before?"

I asked, but was startled as his face was so close to mine.

Two people being stuck in such a narrow, one-person coffin made sense, I suppose.

The ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) student council president sighed and nodded. His breath brushed my forehead.

Ignoring the tingling sensation of his breath, I quietly reflected on what he had just said.

"So what should we do? If no one comes to get us out, we can't leave, right?"

I tried to think of a way. There had to be one.

Wriggling uncomfortably in his arms, the student council president sighed again and spoke.

"Melody, it's better if you don't move..."

Since I was so close to him, his words came out with his breath right in my ear.

Startled by the close proximity, I instinctively shrank back.

As a result, my knee pressed hard against the student council president's thigh, and I must have hurt him quite a bit.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay? I think I bruised your thigh."

The student council president clenched his eyes shut, gritted his teeth, and answered.

"It's not my thigh."

"Huh? If it's not your thigh, then what is it?"

The student council president didn't answer. He seemed really angry.

Feeling guilty, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else, so I closed my mouth.

The biggest issue now was that my breathing was getting increasingly difficult.

This was really bad. There wasn’t enough oxygen.

Then, a cold sensation touched my ankle. It wasn’t human, but it also didn’t feel like any object I knew—an unfamiliar, strange touch.

I stiffened and spoke to the student council president.

"Underfoot..."

There’s something at my feet.

He pulled me closer and wrapped me in his arms.

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"Don’t look. If you don’t look, it won’t come up."

I buried my face in his chest and blinked. At this rate, I might suffocate before anything else.

If I suffocate, will this place become my grave? I hadn’t even thought of an epitaph yet.

"Do you know a way out?"

"I’m thinking. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get out safely."

He spoke in a reassuring tone.

For him to remain this calm and kind in such a situation... How strong-willed must he be to act like this?

"Are you planning to just save me? What about the president?"

"It’s something I volunteered for. Even if it goes wrong, there’s nothing I can do about it. If one person can survive, it’s better if it’s you."

"How can that be? I hate that the most in this world—when someone sacrifices themselves and leaves the other behind."

"Even when I’m trying to save you, you’re mad."

"I don’t like owing my life to someone I just met. It’s a burden."

The student council president looked at me with a curious gaze.

"You don’t seem to trust others very easily."

"It’s not a bad thing to solve problems on your own, is it?"

"Yeah. Well, it’s admirable."

I didn’t expect a positive answer. Feeling a little embarrassed, I changed the topic.

"By the way, it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. What should we do?"

The student council president rested his chin on my head and answered.

"Wait a bit. I’m asking for help."

"Huh? Now? Who are you asking?"

He didn’t respond to my question. Instead, he said something else.

"The skulls from earlier weren’t evil spirits. They were spirits from Chesswind Village. Those spirits were fixated on you. Do you know anything about them?"

"Spirits from Chesswind Village?"

Those skulls...?

Why are the spirits from Chesswind Village here?

I had already left Chesswind Village. The skulls couldn’t possibly be from the village’s people.

"Now that I think about it, the student council president said the ghost stories in Chesswind Village aren’t over yet."

The student council president lowered his head slightly and looked at my face. It was far too close.

"I have a lot I want to ask you."

"I’m also curious about the president’s identity. How did we even meet? Where is this place? What do you know about Kkamang? Why did Kkamang bring me to you?"

If he was the same student council president I remembered, he was someone I needed to watch closely.

Hmm.

The student council president looked at me with a contemplative gaze.

"Are you not going to answer?"

"Kkamang is me."

"What? Is this a joke in this situation...?"

Wait.

Now that I think about it, I had only asked the president what he knew about Kkamang, but I had never told him that I had given Kkamang the name.

"I understand if you don’t believe me. I don’t completely trust you either."

"If Kkamang is you, how can you transform into a cat?"

"I don’t transform. I just borrow a cat’s body for a short while. Cats are spiritual beings."

Hearing this, I remembered what Erika had told me. The superstition that cats can see ghosts and chase them away.

"I can’t see things like evil spirits or spirits like you. But I can sense their presence much stronger than others can. So, I borrow the eyes of a cat. With a cat’s eyes, I can see them."

"...That doesn’t sound any more normal than seeing ghosts. How is that possible?"

"I don’t know why I can do it. I just know I was born this way."

When I glanced up, the student council president’s face showed no signs of deception.

"Wait, so did you save me earlier without being able to see the skulls?"

"I could see the skulls. They were real, so even regular people could see them."

The student council president glanced down at me.

"Let’s say your ability to see ghosts is a natural talent. I also have the ability to borrow a cat’s eyes."

I felt like those two things shouldn’t be placed on the same level, but I couldn’t argue with him.

"But having the ability to destroy evil spirits is really puzzling. Like I said before, Sister Gloria, the most powerful priest in history, could only seal them on this land."

"I still don’t know anything."

"Yeah. You look like you don’t know anything."

The student council president replied in a voice that seemed resigned. After that, he didn’t say another word.

So, we both fell into silence, lost in our thoughts, just looking at each other.

The silence was broken by the eerie sensation of the unknown evil spirit still holding onto my ankle.

The evil spirit kept pulling on my ankle. The chilling, unsettling sensation at my feet was incredibly unpleasant.

After a while, the student council president seemed to have come to a decision. He took a glass bottle out of his pocket and shook it.

"I think we should use this."

Inside the glass bottle was a transparent liquid. It clearly looked like holy water.

"It’s holy water brought directly from the Vatican. Like I said before, it works well in banishing them."

This was the same holy water the student council president, disguised as Kkamang, had given me when dealing with the elevator ghost story.

As the holy water came out, the evil spirit gripping my ankle loosened its hold a bit.

"I’ve been wondering what the medium for the spirits from Chesswind Village could be. Looks like it was you."

"...!"

The medium is 'me.'

Now I understood the meaning behind the student council president’s words about the Chesswind ghost story not being over.

Looking back, there was physical evidence.

When I destroyed the evil spirit from the elevator ghost story, a cross mark appeared on my forearm.

But when I escaped from the Chesswind ghost story, nothing like that appeared. That was because I hadn’t destroyed them.