There is no our magazine anymore. I decided to write about those happenings partly because of you, but of me as well. To unburden myself. For years, I used to come up with scary stories and tell about ghosts while not believing in a single word. Until I came across that place.
One day I had gone to a library and browsed through the old local newspapers. ‚School evacuated, pupils disappear in a strange set of circumstances’. Yes, someone had been hiding under the ground over there. They disturbed its peace and it wake up bloodthirsty and hungry. Now they are there still, the butcher and its victims. The story repeats itself like being played from an old film.
Forestalling your question – I won’t give away where the school is or what the name of the town is. I won’t do so for the good of yours. Since then I know well that, though some ghost stories happen to be made up, ghosts do really exist.
I admit – since some time I see the old school in my dreams. I’m there again and the figure in black seems to be closer every single time. I think they await me. They’ll always await and eventually… they’ll come for me.