This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame-Chapter 623 - 387. Joyful Haunted House in Beichuan Si (8000 Word Goal Achieved!)_2

He took the initiative to explain, "This is just a prop."

"Is... is that so?"

Upon hearing Beichuan Si say this, Morioka Youko’s face relaxed considerably.

Indeed, indeed! How could anyone really use a real chainsaw to participate in a haunted house? It must definitely be just a simple prop.

Morioka Youko silently agreed in her heart.

"Then I’m going in now. Remember, if a guest comes, be sure to use the walkie-talkie to notify me."

Beichuan Si reminded her once more and then, without paying any more attention to the young girl, carried the ’prop chainsaw’ and entered the haunted house set up by class 2-A.

Seeing his figure completely disappear behind the black curtain, Morioka Youko completely relaxed.

"Phew..."

She exhaled, her face filled with the joy of a narrow escape and a faint sense of perplexity.

The joy was that the Beichuan Demon King did not do anything to her.

The perplexity was that the Beichuan Demon King did not seem to be as terrifying as the students in the class made him out to be.

She had managed to exchange a few words with Beichuan Si.

Although he didn’t seem very approachable, he wasn’t overly distant either.

He even reminded her to pay attention to using the walkie-talkie.

Beichuan Si... was he really that Demon King persona?

This caused Morioka Youko some doubt.

She had only heard of Beichuan Si’s ’glorious deeds’ from others, she had never seen them for herself.

Could there be some misunderstanding?

That thought lasted for more than ten minutes.

It was not until she heard the music for opening the school festival through the announcement system that Morioka Youko realized, "Oh no! It’s already time to open!"

She hurriedly set up the ’Haunted House This Way’ sign, sat down at the school desk, and from a glance, she truly gave off a cashier vibe.

She sat there for more than ten minutes.

Although curious people came to look, they just laughed and left after a glance.

Not one person went in to take a look.

Morioka Youko was somewhat helpless about this.

After all, a haunted house is not like food stands such as stir-fried noodles, oden, or rice balls which easily attract people. Such a situation was to be expected.

But after all, the haunted house was also something the whole class had worked hard to set up, and she hoped people would come to visit.

She waited again for more than ten minutes.

Just as Morioka Youko was anxiously counting numbers sitting on the bench, there suddenly came a question from in front of her.

"Can we go into the haunted house to look around now? Is it empty inside?" A few youths from outside the school curiously asked, holding takoyaki in their hands.

"Yes, you can visit now. For the exact price, please refer to the notice board over there."

Morioka Youko, elated, pointed to the notice board beside them.

The price for one visit to the haunted house was not particularly expensive; it was only two hundred yen each time.

The few youths discussed briefly, then pulled out their wallets and gave Morioka Youko six hundred yen.

Seeing them about to enter holding their takoyaki, Morioka Youko also spoke up in time, "Um... sorry, dear guests, you are not allowed to bring food inside the haunted house... there are some props..."

"We can’t take food inside?" The guy muttered, with a look of displeasure.

But after some persuasion from Morioka Youko, they eventually put down their three servings of takoyaki.

However, these people were grumbling as they entered, "If it’s not fun, I’ll give you guys a bad review everywhere."

To be honest, that comment did make Morioka Youko a bit unhappy.

But being unhappy couldn’t help.

After all, this haunted house was just something set up by a group of high schoolers, the gimmicks and props definitely weren’t as sophisticated as professional haunted houses, and it was just on the level of ’fun or not fun’, and not ’scary or not scary’, ’thrilling or not thrilling.’

To be discouraging, Morioka Youko herself didn’t think the haunted house set up by her fellow high schoolers could scare anyone.

She could only hope that the performance of the Beichuan Demon King was commendable—

From within the haunted house suddenly came a terrifying scream!

Morioka Youko was stunned.

Some other students and parents who were wandering around other classes, tasting food, were also stunned.

The scream just now had easily drowned out the music from the school’s announcement system, piercing directly into the eardrums.

The pure, innate fear coming from within humans caused everyone to involuntarily cast their eyes in Morioka Youko’s direction.

The next moment, the sounds of extreme panic emerged from the haunted house, "What is this? What’s going on?! Hey! Somebody come! Let us out! We—ah... ahhh ahhh ahhh!!!!!"

The roaring sound of the chainsaw fired up, and at the same moment, there were piercing screams.

Hearing these screams, Morioka Youko couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.

She remembered what Beichuan Si had said to her earlier.

"This is just a prop."

The chainsaw is just a prop?

Can a prop chainsaw make a sound?

What on earth was happening inside?

"What just happened?"

"Ah... not sure, it seems someone screamed over here."

"The haunted house...?"

Curious, confused, afraid... Various gazes converged, making Morioka Youko’s vision sway again, and her body slowly began to chill.

The next second—

A crisp electrical noise emitted from the walkie-talkie on the table, and the voice of Beichuan Si followed.

His tone was casual: "Morioka."

"Yes!" Morioka Youko tensed up.

"Come and give me a hand."

"Ah?" Morioka Youko’s mouth fell open.

Beichuan Si’s voice came again:

"All of these people have fainted; come and help me."

"...I, I’ll be right there!" The moment Morioka Youko heard these words from Beichuan Si, she stood up from her seat amidst the array of stares and ran into the haunted house.

After a while,

With a crowd of curious onlookers surrounding her, Morioka Youko emerged carrying an unconscious youth.

Then she went back in.

And then she came out carrying another youth.

And then she went back in once more—

This time, all three youths were accounted for.

Their faces twisted, they had all fainted.

Yes.

They had all fainted.

Morioka Youko panted heavily, looking on in disbelief at the scene.

She didn’t know what had happened inside.

All she knew was that when she went in, she saw these youths passed out at Beichuan Si’s feet.

Beichuan Si was holding the electric saw he referred to as a prop, his voice calm: "You’re here. Just in time, take them all out. I’m dressed as a monster, it wouldn’t be good for the audience outside to see me."

Under such an inescapable request, Morioka Youko had no choice but to drag and carry the youths out.

Then, in front of everyone’s gaze, she made a call to the emergency medical team the school had setup, and they took the people to the infirmary.

When she had finished these tasks, Morioka Youko finally breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

At that moment of relaxation, she heard the curious whisperings around her.

"Did someone faint from being scared by the haunted house?"

"A haunted house set up by second-year high school students shouldn’t be that scary, right?"

"It doesn’t seem fake though; the school’s medics have been called out."

"Two hundred yen is pretty cheap, I kind of want to try it."

At this point, some people became interested.

But that was just a passing interest.

None of them wanted to be the first to try; they just discussed it curiously on the sidelines.

After a while,

Finally, a girl stepped forward.

This was a trendily dressed college female student; she handed over the money publicly, and then confidently said to her boyfriend, "Jiantai, just watch; I won’t be scared by something set up by high school sophomores. If I win, you’ll have to buy me new lipstick."

The boy called Jiantai laughed a bit helplessly and watched his girlfriend enter the haunted house.

In his mind, he didn’t take the haunted house seriously either; after all, both his girlfriend’s and his own courage were substantial.

It was just some lipstick; he wasn’t short on money.

And it was with this thought—

That the terrifying scream arrived right on cue.

"Don’t come near! What are you trying to do?! Get away from me! Ah... Ah!!!"

The cold electric saw roared.

The college girl’s voice was swiftly drowned out.

The real sense of despair in that voice made her boyfriend outside startle at first, and then he turned to the bewildered Morioka Youko, shouting loudly, "What have you guys done?!"

After leaving that question hanging, he charged into the haunted house.

And then— 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Sakamoto Yuuji, Sakamoto Yuuji... where are you... what is this? What do you want to do to Sakamoto Yuuji?"

Voices of the young man confronting something came from inside.

A while later: "No! Don’t! What are you going to do?! Ahhh!!!"

The roaring of the electric saw rose once again!

The screams and wails also stopped instantly.

Hmm...

Hmm.

Morioka Youko blinked.

And then, to the somewhat frightened crowd...

She forced a couple of awkward laughs.

The atmosphere was becoming... awkward?