My Girlfriend Is a Shaman

3 – The story of a childhood friend who sees ghosts #3

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Until the 10 minutes were almost over, the homeroom teacher could not continue her sentence with her face turning pale.

Then, it was only when the class bell rang that she finally opened her mouth to the children.

“hahahaha…! It looks like this teacher made a mistake when drawing a new attendance list. Park Eun-seo is not in our class. I’m going to go to the teacher’s office for a moment. Everyone, don’t make a fuss and just be quiet.”

1St period started, but the homeroom teacher did not start her class but went to her teacher’s office. She came back much later and only then did she start her lessons.

She heard the story later, but at that time, the teacher went to her teacher’s office and immediately changed her attendance record.

“Who on earth is Park Eun-seo…?”

“Who are you really?”

The kids in the class kept talking about the name Eunseo during recess, but no one knew who it was.

Sarah was the only one who did not get involved in this topic and just kept her mouth shut.

That was when strange things started happening.

Speaking of being an elementary school student, didn’t she play around a lot? Like nudging the kid sitting in front of her and pretending not to do it, or throwing a ball of her eraser powder behind her.

In our class, kids who were getting into pranks began to appear one by one.

When it’s time for class.

A child who was sitting in her seat and listening to her class suddenly became irritable.

━━Kukkukkuk!

“Oh, really…Don’t do it.”

“What?”

“Don’t stab me in the back.”

“I didn’t do it?”

“Damn.”

At first, the children talked in quiet voices.

But the prank kept repeating itself.

The prank was so severe that she screamed like a child who had been pranked.

“Don’t do it!!!!!!!!!!”

When a child was pranked, she got up from her seat and screamed at the child sitting behind her.

Because it happened during class, everyone in the class and the teacher who was teaching the class stared at the child who had screamed.

“Teacher! Hocheol keeps touching me from behind!”

“Oh, no, I really didn’t do anything.”

“Then who else is behind me besides you?”

The child sitting behind her just had an aggrieved expression on his face.

The children around him cautiously opened their mouths, as if he really meant it that he wasn’t playing pranks.

“I saw from the side… Hocheol didn’t really do anything.”

“That’s right! I saw it too. Hocheol was quiet, but you were making a fuss by yourself.”

“No one touched you.”

They say no one played a prank.

The child who had been pranked looked around her with a fuss, but eventually had no choice but to sit back down after hearing a word from her teacher.

“You’re disrupting class! Take a seat!”

“Yes…”

Not one, but several children were the victims of such pranks. A prank where someone secretly touches you behind your back during class time. However, when I turned my head and looked back, the person playing pranks was nowhere to be found.

━━Kukkukkuk!

A truly bizarre prank.

And during recess, when the kids are gathered together and playing.

When I was engrossed in playing and chatting for a while, I heard a girl’s voice.

“I want to do it too.”

“Let’s play together.”

A girl’s voice echoing in my ears.

To be precise, it was an auditory hallucination.

When I looked in the direction where I heard the voice, there was no one speaking.

Not only was it not enough for someone to play pranks on them, some of the children even began to have auditory hallucinations.

Approximately 3 weeks since school started.

For three weeks straight, the children in our class had to experience strange phenomena. Around that time, the children seemed to sense that something was strange. There are children who are afraid of coming to school.

“I’m scared…”

“This classroom is really strange. It feels like there’s something there.”

“You know what? Kyungsik said he saw a girl he didn’t know in the classroom after school. When he got closer, she disappeared.”

There were ghost stories floating around in our class.

It was a ghost story about an unidentified girl hiding in our class.

There was even a rumor floating around that an unknown girl had been seen in our class after school.

“Hmm.”

But that is.

There is one really unfortunate thing.

The truth was that I had never experienced so many strange phenomena as I had.

‘Why doesn’t anyone touch me? ‘You don’t even hear hallucinations?’

Someone touches you behind your back, or you hear auditory hallucinations telling you to play together.

For three weeks, I have not experienced a single strange phenomenon.

It was disappointing.

Because I was an elementary school student studying mysteries. Something mysterious happened right around me, but I couldn’t experience it myself.

As a mystery researcher, it was quite disappointing.

‘Touch me.’

However, every time I attended class, I opened my eyes and focused on the feeling of touch on my back.

There is a saying that opportunity comes to those who are prepared.

In fact, there was one student who knew the answer to what was going on in the classroom.

It was Sarah.

Because Sarah can see ghosts. You would have seen for yourself what was going on in this classroom.

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You probably already know what a ghost looks like and who it is.

But she rarely told Sarah ghost stories to her children. Even when I asked questions from the seat next to her, she just gave vague answers.

“Sera, do you know who is playing pranks in the classroom?”

“Well.”

“Is it a ghost? That pitch-black thing I saw by the window last time?”

“It may be so, or it may not be so.”

Sarah actually tended to keep quiet about her ghost stories.

On the first day of school, she was the one who answered half-heartedly when children flocked to her and asked about ghosts.

That silver-haired girl showed me the ghost on a simple whim.

“Hey, don’t pretend like you don’t know.”

“I don’t want to go into detail. If you talk about ghosts, ghosts come out.”

The story goes that when you tell a ghost story, ghosts become interested.

Sarah seemed to care about that old superstition.

Instead of telling a story, Sarah did something special in the classroom.

She brought candy to school every day.

She is not a candy that she brought to eat.

It was to be placed on an unoccupied desk at the back of the classroom.

‘Desk’

When Sarah came out of the classroom on the first day of school and started talking about ghosts.

At that time, it was the desk that Sarah was staring at.

A desk without an owner because no children are sitting there.

Sarah repeated the task of putting candy in her desk drawer every day. In the morning, she put in new candies and collected the candies she had put in yesterday.

I asked Sarah, who was acting strangely.

“Why are you putting candy there?”

“I’m doing this to stop strange things happening. Someone playing pranks, hearing hallucinations, etc.”

“How do I stop by adding candy?”

“You can stop it. This is the most peaceful solution, so don’t worry about it.”

I didn’t get a particularly specific answer.

Still, I was able to roughly guess what was going on.

Because I had knowledge about the mysterious phenomenon that I had picked up here and there.

‘It must be food that ghosts eat.’

Candy is actually an offering to ghosts.

Offerings are made to appease the ghosts that are making a fuss in the classroom.

Just as food that the deceased liked during his lifetime is placed on the ancestral rite table, candy may also be a food that ghosts like.

Slowly, my head started to spin.

The identity of the spirit in the classroom was pictured in my head.

She is a girl of similar age to us.

He wants to play with the kids.

There is a high probability that he was a student at our school. If you see that I don’t bother leaving this classroom.

‘Is that desk used by the dead girl? So, you stuck with me because you were obsessed?’

There were many speculations floating around in my head.

In the past, there may have been students at our school who suffered an unfair death.

I decided to do some research to see if my guess was correct.

The girl who saw ghosts did not open her mouth. I had to look for information on my own.

A good idea suddenly occurred to me.

There was a better way than Googling.

It was just a search through the school newspaper.

Lunch time.

I ate early and went to the elementary school’s newspaper department.

━━Drur!

When I entered the club room of the newspaper department, I saw upper-grade seniors.

The seniors, who were around 5th grade, looked at me and looked at me with puzzled expressions.

“Huh? Who are you?”

“Hello, seniors. My name is Jinwoo.”

“Jinwoo? Why did you come here?”

I came to find the truth of the mystery by looking through the school newspaper.

This was the original goal, but sometimes lies are necessary.

If you honestly say that you have come to reveal the identity of a ghost, who will cooperate with the investigation?

I covered it up appropriately.

“I’m very interested in newspapers. My future dream is to be a journalist, so I’m contemplating whether to join the newspaper department or not.”

“Ah. Do you want to join the military? And your future dream is to be a journalist?”

“Yes, the pen is mightier than the sword.”

“Oh….”

When I heard that I wanted to join the newspaper club, my seniors relaxed their guard.

I was able to talk to the senior members of the newspaper club without raising any suspicion.

“Could I have a look at some of the old school newspapers? I’m curious about how they wrote their articles. I want to see the writing skills of my seniors.”

“She looks cute. You can look at it. There’s everything by year on the bookshelf over there, so take it out and look at it.”

Our school published a school newspaper twice every year. It is issued once in the first and second semesters. It was thin as it was an elementary school newspaper. This means that it doesn’t take that long to research.

“Thank you.”

I immediately took out an old school newspaper and quickly looked through it.

I started with last year’s newspaper and went back one year.

How much time has passed?

At the end of lunch time, I was finally able to find a clue to the case.

This is from a school newspaper from 10 years ago.

[May the late Park Eun-seo rest in peace.]

There was a large memorial article on the front page of the newspaper.

It was an article commemorating a dead girl named Park Eun-seo. It appears that Park Eun-seo was in the third grade of elementary school like us when the accident occurred.

There is a long crosswalk in front of our school.

Ten years ago, unfortunately, a triple collision occurred at the crosswalk.

It was Eunseo who was crossing the crosswalk at that time. There was a young girl among the three large cars tangled together and trapped.

The cars were also horribly dented in the accident.

It is natural that a child involved in a collision died.

It is said that Eunseo’s body was so gruesome that it was impossible to open one’s eyes and look at it.

‘This is Park Eun-seo.’

In the memorial article, Eunseo’s photo was printed in black and white.

It was a photo of a short-haired girl staring straight ahead with her face expressionless.

I found out everything I wanted to know.

“Seniors. I’ll go now.”

“Okay, come again.”

I just left the newspaper department and returned to the classroom.

But it was when I had just arrived at the classroom.

“Hey…!!”

Sera’s shout rang out.

For some reason, the classroom was very noisy. Everyone in the class was standing up and looking toward the back of the classroom.