Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories-Chapter 32

“There are two types of people who see them. Those who are priests like me, or those who are just born with the ability to see.”

“Is this common?”

“It’s not common. But it’s become common on this island.”

“......Are all the people here familiar with ghosts?”

I asked seriously, getting really serious, but the priest’s expression as he looked at me became strange.

“......Do you look familiar with this? If you were, we wouldn’t have had to go through all this trouble.”

I thought it was because he said it so casually. I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment.

“Recently, I’ve been seeing them more often. That’s why even ordinary people are easily caught up in ghost stories.”

The idea that ordinary people can’t see ghosts was somewhat realistic.

“Do you know why Senior Noah was in the graveyard, Father?”

“He must have been investigating the ghost stories of Cheswind Village. There have been so many people who have seen ghosts near the graveyard recently.”

Ah. Yes. It was definitely called the ‘Cemetery of the Forgotten’ ghost story.

“While researching that ghost story, I heard rumors that there was a ghost story about Cheswind Village in the inland. That’s how I got to know you.”

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Father Cesario kept asking me questions.

“Where are you from? Cheswind Village isn’t where you’re from, right?”

“I don’t have a hometown. I’ve always wandered around here and there. I thought I’d finally settle down in Cheswind Village.......”

My mother was like that when I was young. She always moved around as if she was being chased by someone.

I never thought it was strange. After my mother passed away, I was like that too. Isn’t that how it is when you’re looking for a place to live?

That was when.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door of the prayer room.

Father Cesario stopped moving. He seemed a little flustered.

His red eyes looked at the closed prayer room door with a look of disbelief.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t believe it. We have a guest.”

I tilted my head and got up from my seat.

“I’ll open it.”

“No. Don’t do that. You’re an uninvited guest.”

He stopped me.

Then he took the cross necklace around his neck out of his clothes and explained.

“We’re the only humans in this cathedral right now.”

If we were the only humans, it was obvious what was standing outside the door.

A ghost.

“Do you have holy water?”

“No.”

The priest took out a glass bottle from his bosom and asked me a question.

“Hastings. Were you baptized?”

“Yes. When I was young, with my younger brother.”

“Thank goodness.”

The priest checked the glass bottle and handed it to me.

“You tried it with Noah earlier, right? Put this in your mouth. This is enough for evil spirits and evil spirits.”

I listened to him, pulled the cork out of the vial, and took a sip of holy water.

“Don’t spit it out until I give you the signal. It looks like evil spirits are chasing you.”

“......!”

“Of course, judging from the fact that they chased me all the way into the cathedral, they don’t seem to be ordinary evil spirits.”

Father Cesario himself did not drink the holy water, but instead picked up the bell on the table.

He nodded to me, holding the bell in his left hand and the cross in his right.

It seemed like a gesture telling me to open the door.

I roughly wiped the sweat on my palms with my collar. Then I walked up to the door and stood there.

Knock.

Another knock was heard outside the quiet prayer room.

There was still something outside.

I grabbed the doorknob and turned it, feeling extremely nervous.

Click. The door opened.

A woman was standing outside the door. Her jet-black hair was so long that it swept over the floor.

Her face was hard to see because her hair was hanging down in front of her face.

She looked quite similar to the elevator girl ghost, but if you look closely, it was a little different.

The woman wasn’t wearing a school uniform and looked a little older than the elevator girl.

The woman asked.

“I came to find a pretty girl.”

Is that pretty girl talking about me?

If it’s like what Father Cesario said a little while ago, it could be a ghost that chased me from the cemetery.

The priest rang the bell without answering.

Tingling-

The woman looked around the prayer room with an urgent face as if she was responding to that sound.

Then our eyes met.

Her bright red eyes sparkled between her hair.

The woman opened her mouth.

“Pretty girl. Why are you pretending not to know me?”

Father Cesario grabbed my shoulder.

Only then did the stiff shoulders loosen up.

Father Cesario shook the bell in his hand.

The heavy bell sound slowly resonated through the prayer room.

Tinkle.

Tinkle.

The priest slowly stepped forward.

The woman covered her ears and began to back away, squirming as if in pain.

The priest followed her as she backed away from the prayer room.

I hesitated whether I should follow her or not, but decided to guard the prayer room for now.

Fortunately, it was the right choice. The priest walked down the hallway, chasing the woman away without saying a word.

Keu ... ‘I think I’ve heard that somewhere. But is there a prayer like that in the Catholic Church?’

I tilted my head.

I ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) don’t know how Father Cesario did it, but I could tell that the beastly scream was that woman’s just now.

I stared at the dark hallway tensely, desperately hoping Father Cesario would return.

Thump thump.

Just then, I heard someone walking down the hallway. It seemed like Father Cesario had returned.

I held onto the doorknob and waited for him to show up.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

The footsteps kept getting closer, but there was no one in sight.

Thump thump.

Thump thump thump thump.

Thump thump thump thump thump.

Thump thump thump thump thump.

And strangely, the number of footsteps approaching seemed to increase.

‘What is it? Why are there so many people... ... ?’

Suddenly, I got goosebumps and at the same time.

Tadadadadadak-!

Tadadadadadak tadadadak!

Soon, I heard a sound of someone running towards me and slammed the door shut in surprise.

Outside became quiet again.

My heart pounded and thumped. I couldn’t calm down. I just sat down and sighed.

‘What the hell is going on... ... .’

I sat down on the floor and took a moment to catch my breath when suddenly a shadow appeared above my head.

Someone came up to me.

I thought it was Noah-senpai, but soon I was sure that this person was not my senior.

I couldn’t bring myself to raise my head and just stared at the floor. There were more than one or two shadows cast in front of me.

Dozens of legs were blocking my path.

“Salvation, you descendants of Abaddon, you will not receive the help of Clutha.”

Then, unknown words poured out like vomit.

‘No. They are not unknown words.’

They were clearly mumbling the prayer that Father Cesarius had been chanting a little while ago, arbitrarily linking them together.

Going back further, it was a phrase I had heard in Cheswind.

It was the very phrase that Madame Lanat had muttered eerily the day she brought strawberry pie.

I listened to those strange words for a long time, sweating profusely. My body was motionless.

I was oppressed by their energy. It would be more accurate to describe it that way.

After fighting the ghosts for a while, the pressure suddenly disappeared and my body felt comfortable.

I looked up in surprise, and the terrible air that had surrounded me had disappeared somewhere.

There was no one inside the prayer room. Except for Noah, who seemed to have just woken up from his bed.

I don’t know what it was, but it was over. I wiped my cold sweat and sighed.

The senior, who had been washing his face with a face that seemed to have just woken up, raised his head.

“Melody, did you hear what those guys were saying?”

He asked in a slightly sleepy voice. However, I couldn’t answer. That was because I still had holy water in my mouth.

He stroked his chin with a tired face and asked me again.

“You kept mumbling to me, ‘You’re going to die.’”

To me, it just sounded like a prayer he was reciting on his own.

Noah said he couldn’t see them. Instead, he said he could feel their energy more strongly than others. His voice must have been in a similar realm.

“When their energy is strong, you can sometimes hear their voices. As I said before, I can’t see evil spirits or ghosts like you or Father Cesario with my naked eyes.”

That’s what I said at the cemetery. That’s why I can only see them by borrowing the eyes of a cat. That’s why my senior possesses a cat’s body.

“You know now that even ordinary people can see ghosts when a strong ghost story is triggered or there are special circumstances.”

That’s right. Just look at the elevator ghost story. Erica and Sally were ordinary people, but didn’t they experience ghost stories together?

Above all, how many ghost stories are there in this world?

Not all people who experienced such strange phenomena have the ability to see ghosts.

I was quietly listening to him.

‘Huh?’

Those things that I thought had disappeared a moment ago suddenly reappeared.

At least ten of them were hanging upside down from the ceiling like bats.

Noah-senpai didn’t seem to see it, but he must have noticed their energy, and he became speechless.

‘As expected, it won’t end unless it’s sealed or destroyed.’

I don’t know where they came from and why they suddenly ran wild in a group, but-

‘We need to find a medium.’

I quickly scanned my surroundings. To find something that could have been their medium.

Melody.

At that moment, I heard Noah-senpai whisper. I turned to him and saw that he was pointing to the ceiling.

Something was sparkling between the guys hanging like bats on the ceiling.

Oh, I could see the wind coming in from where a piece of stained glass was missing.

‘That’s it!’

Finding the passage between the medium and the other world was like playing a game of spot the difference.

There was a high probability that some element that was disharmonious, unnatural, and disparate would be the medium and passage.

I quickly scanned the room.

As expected, there was a piece of stained glass on the floor, emitting an artificial light.