Chapter 1
Escaping the school
Running through the halls of the dilapidated building, I call out breathlessly for my friend.
"Lee! Where are you? Lee!?"
Stopping in front of what had to be the billionth fake window, I tried once more in vain to open it. The windows and doors leading out all had this strange effect. While they all looked like they would work like normal windows, none of them do. It's like they're painted on the walls. Even though I can see the perpetual rain splattering and sliding down the glass panes, the window is still as simple as a painting. One that can't be broken or removed.
I check my watch again, it has been spinning like crazy since the two of us got here, so I shouldn't have thought that it would be working now. I sigh, the time reads quarter past spinning. Time doesn't seem to have any meaning here either. I pull out my cell phone, the digital clock reads a solid 99:99 which is an impossible time, even on military standards.
A sound behind me makes me jump like a frightened rabbit. Everything here makes me scared, I clutch Lee's paper scrap in my hand, she's braver than I am. She'd know what to do in this situation. My own paper scrap was in a place of honour as a bookmark in the old copy of The Lord of the Rings I carried everywhere with me. The book itself was sitting in a purple bag I had gotten from my cousin on my last birthday.
No need to be scared, I thought to myself.
I turn slowly, a door that wasn't there before is now open. I superstitiously look around, I was sure when I passed that area, there wasn't a door there. But then again, last time I checked, I wasn't in a snuff film for crazy people. I just want to go home, or wake up. I've had some pretty scary dreams in the past, but if this was a dream, I'd be checking myself into Alberta Royal in the morning, because this was obviously the delusions of someone that would grow up to be a sociopath.
Figuring that it'd be safer to not dally in the hall, I slowly scurried into the room. Like many of the rooms in this place, this one was full of tiny desks. I was reminded of an elementary school. Luckily this one seemed thus far to not have a dead person in it. The reason Lee had run off was thanks in part to the last room. There was a newspaper on the floor and a corpse not far from that. I had read the paper just before hearing the door slam shut of its own accord. Looking at the dead person, we had found they had left the message 'Whatever you do, don't read the newspaper.'
We had of course panicked, the chalkboard at the front of the room filled with the words 'LET ME OUT' and a soft sobbing sound had come from the corpse on the ground. Looking at the paper again, we had found that the previous story about some kids going missing had been erased leaving only the words 'You will never leave this room.' The door then as suddenly as it had closed, opened. Then Lee and I had the argument. She tossed her paper scrap at me and shouted that she wished she wasn't my friend, before running off. I had a feeling that these paper scraps were very important, so I kept Lee's and after I gathered my wits form crying after her hasty words, I tried to follow her.
Only, when I went to follow her… The door to the room with the newspaper was gone, the hallways had apparently changed too. I searched everywhere for something familiar, when I couldn't find it, I had started running, and calling out to Lee. My short and chubby frame hadn't gotten me very far, in fact I was probably only a few hallways from where Lee had stormed off. I couldn't find her though, no matter where I looked I had a feeling that it was unlikely that I would find her again, unless I found a way out of this mess.
A faint blue glow startled me out of my thoughts. This wasn't the first time I had come into contact with one of these blue glowing things. It still made me nervous, because where one of these was, there was usually a body. Walking over to it, I frowned to see that the body was very bleached. It was obviously quite an old death. The fresher corpses, were usually horrible to see. This one was slumped against the wall, looking like it had been placed there postmortem. Looking at the blue glow, I smiled at it.
"Hello?" I asked nervously.
"Don't look at me," It replied, flickering in front of its body, "please, don't look at me like this…"
"Alright," I answered, "Can you help me, please? I'm looking for my friend."
"You have changed nexus, your friend is not here…" the spirit answered.
"Hmm, well, can I somehow help you?" I asked simply.
"You would help a stranger?" it asked.
"Yes, I would," I answered, "what can I do?"
"I died alone. My friends all within separate nexuses. Eventually, we all died here. Feeling the pain we felt at death evermore. Why have you come here?"
"I wanted to be with Lee forever…" I answered sadly, remembering that I was soon mooing across the country.
"And you can, in death, be together forever in this hell…" it said sadly.
I sat on the ground in front of it. I didn't want to die, I defiantly didn't want Lee to die. This was my fault, I would have to fix it. How I didn't know. I shuffled around in my bag for my book.
"What is that?" the spirit asked curiously.
"My book," I answered, "It's The Lord of the Rings."
"Will you read it to me?" it asks, "I will help you if you help me with this…"
I have no clue how this long dead spirit is going to be able to help me. But if it can find Lee, or even get us out of this crazy place, then reading to it probably isn't going to hurt me in the slightest. Looking at the spirit, I smile, pulling the paper scrap bookmark out, opening the well used book to that page. I carefully place the paper scarp into another section of the book.
"Do you mind if I start from where I was?" I ask carefully.
"I don't mind anything anymore," the spirit answered, "Read from wherever you wish."
"Alright," I start clearing my throat, "This is in the first book, when Bilbo leaves the Shire to have a second adventure…
Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.
The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the toad has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
The road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone.
Let the others follow, if they can!
Let them a journey new begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet."
I pause here, because the spirit has done something unexpected. It has gone from the color blue, to the soft color yellow, bathing the area around us in a soft light. I see now that it is the spirit of a girl around my age. She is smiling at me.
"Thank you," she says softly, "Now to help you."
The area around us shakes, the girl's spirit fights the darkness that is trying to take hold of us once more. Her spirit enters my body, and everything goes dark.
When I wake, I find that I am in my room. But I am not alone, the girl's yellow spirit is there too.
"Where's Lee?" I ask her.
"I could only get one out, give me your paper scrap, it's of no use to you now," she says holding out her hand for the scrap, "keep your friend's I feel that you intend to go back and find her."
I had the spirit the scrap of paper, it burns in her hand, the ashes landing on my cot's bed.
"How can I save Lee?" I ask.
"You'll need help," she answers, "and even then only an idiot would bank everything on the hope that they would listen to you and help you… Or the rest of the spirits trapped there."
"Tell me," I order, before adding a soft, "please."
"You need to go to Japan. In Shibuya, you will find a two story cafe called 'Rue Favart'," she pauses and I take the pause to find a pen and a piece of paper to jot down the notes, "on the second floor of the cafe is a place called Shibuya Psychic Research. Explain to them and hope, but know that they may just leave your friend to die in Heavenly Host. If they go with you and get separated, only you will be able to travel through the separate nexuses now that you have left the school once. But it will drain you to do so, and leave the other person venerable."
"What about you?" I ask, noting that she's fading.
"I will crossover from here," she answered smiling at me, "thank you for saving me from there… Thank you so much."
"What's your name?" I ask, curious.
"Sayaka Ooue," she answers, "I went into the school with my best friend Naho Saenoki… If you find Naho in the school… Tell her I forgive her…. And," she adds softly, "If you find a boy named Haruyuki Inumaru… Tell him I'm waiting on the other side for him."
"Will I ever see you again Sayaka?"
"No…" she answers, "Once I crossover, I don't want to come back…"
"Alright," I say nodding my head, "Naho Saenoki and Haruyuki Inumaru… Got it… If I find them, I'll give them your messages, I promise."
"Thank you…"
And with that; Sayaka Ooue fades, and I faint onto my bed. Asleep before my head hits the pillow.
This was originally StillCaresAboutNerding's and the first Ghost Hunt and Corpse Party Fic. Alice deleted it and asked me to take over for her, so don't bother telling me I stole it, the only thing changed other than spelling and grammar fixes she hadn't noticed is the names... And I had permission to do that.
-TheAleriaVoguel