I opened the class room door. I was sure there had been people talking in the AV room. Then I heard four seperate voices, each saying a different number.
"1".
"2".
"3".
"4," there was a pause.
"5," I said, expecting the screaming that I heard next. I flicked on the light switch to find four girls in the room, two in the act of getting up to find the switch. I saw the third girl being choked by the fourth.
"Ah . . . were you the one who just said 'five'?" girl #1 asked.
"Yes . . . is something wrong?" I answered figuring out that they'd been doing a silly thing where everyone has a light and tells a ghost story. At the end when everyone's lights are out they count off the number of people in the room and the left over person is a ghost.
"Holy cow! You scared me half to death!" exclaimed girl #2, the one with her long hair down.
"Me too . . ." said girl #3, she had brownish hair.
"Sorry 'bout that," I said. I didn't mean what I said at all. They should know that ghosts don't attend something as stupid as these things. I'm amazed they even thought that I was a ghost.
"The light wasn't on, so I didn't think anyone was in here . . . but then I heard voices, so . . ." I continued.
"It's okay. No worries," she said, a heart forming with her words, "Are you a transfer student?" she questioned me. Time to lie. I needed to get information out of these firls. They had been telling ghost stories after all. They should know some stories about the old school building. Eventhough I had done my research already I still needed inside info.
So I answered, "Sort of".
"What grade are you in?" questioned girl #1, she had short hair that was not brown in color.
Well, I guess I'll just stick with half lies. "I'll turn 17 this year."
"Then you're our sempai . . . one year older than us," she continued. Well obviously I'm older. Did they think I'm an idiot or something? The two girls were chatting with me quite vigilantly now. It seemed odd that the third girl hadn't talked yet. Usually my looks had girls acting all weird by now.
"We were telling ghost stories," the girls were saying. It was obvious, but I kept quiet.
"Oh really?" I questioned. "Would you mind if I join you?"
"Of course not, please do!" I could see hearts forming with her words now. "By the way, what's your name?" she asked.
"Shibuya." I said, using the name I was now going by.
"So," continued girl #1, "Shibuya-sempai, do you like ghost stories too?" she asked.
" . . . So so," I answered, giving the girls one of my fake smiles. They responded to my smile with resounding screams of 'kyaaaaa'. That was, everyone except girl #3. I could feel her studying me. She would probably see through my fake smile.
"Shibuya-san, or whatever," she said. This one was definitely not awed by me. Oh well, she'll know I'm faking anyway. She seems that smart at least.
"Yes?" I answered giving another fake smile in order to help her.
"What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I had some errands to run."
"Well then, why don't you get to your errands . . . 'cause we're leaving now."
"Ehhh!?" the other girls screamed. They obvioulsy thought I was good looking and didn't want me to go. I wasn't to sure about this one though.
"Mai!" they shourted then turned back to me. "Please ignore her, sempai. What errands do you need done? We'd be happy to help you." There was that heart again.
Like I'd need their help. "I'm okay, I just need to make some dubs." I changed the subject to our earlier discussion. "But would you mind if I joined you next time you get together for ghost stories?" I asked politely.
The 3rd girl was upset at her friends saying "Rgh . . . You guys!"
They answered me despite her protests, "Sure, how about tomorrow after school?"
"Ok. Where?"
"In our classroom! It's 1-F!"
I walked over to the front of the classroom. The girls were leaving now and I needed to decide on my plan of action.
I would need to call Lin and have him bring over the equipment. First we should set the microphones up outside and at least one camera in the entrance. Then we'd be able to discern whether or not it was a prank or a natural occruance.
As I was sure the girls would be out of the building by this time. I walked over to the main office. I tapped on the window.
"May I help you?" asked the receptionist.
"Yes, I would like to use the phone."
"Sure," she answered, handing me the phone.
I dialed Lin's office number. "Lin." I said when he picked up the phone. "Bring the van with all the equipment. We'll set up once you get here." I hung up and handed the phone back to her, walking away before she could say anything else.
I walked to the front entrance and sighed before walking out into the rain. I walked quickly to get around the soccer field and under the old school building's overhang. As I stood there waiting for Lin I looked around. It would be best to not use the camera's as they would attract too much attention. Also putting any of our instruments around the front or on the side facing the school is out of the question. I suppose our only options are to put one camera in the entrance way and to put the microphones outside the far windows.
Finally. The rain was letting up. I walked out from under the overhang as I saw Lin drive up with the van. The rain stopped.
"Lin. Get out the microphones and set up one outside each of the windows on this side of the building. I'll set up a camera in the front
entrance"
We walked to the back and opened up the doors. I reached in and pulled out a camera and it's stand. I then pulled out the cables and went to the
front. I went in and set up the stand and placed the camera on it, facing it in the direction of the hallway. I hooked up the cables and threaded them to
the van and hooked it up to one of the tv's, making sure the video feed was working I went out to check on Lin to see him setting up the last microphone.
I walked up to him.
"Lin, I'm gonna need you to keep watch over the equipment tomarrow morning and make sure none of the students touch anything."
"Fine," he said, sighing.
"Let's go home."