I saw a small room that seemed to be a utility room.

Overhead is a yellowed light bulb with only a bulb and no shade. The bulb was hung from the ceiling, and the drawstring hung down along with the bulb. You can hear the sound of electricity buzzing overhead.

"Whew-" The girl exhaled, looked around, rolled up her sleeves, and bent down to find it among the messy piles of items.

She sorted things out first, and then quickly messed up the things in the room.

I sensed her thoughts.

After checking what was in the room, she sorted out a small area and piled a lot of clutter together.

She couldn't help laughing, imagining someone coming in and being smashed all over the head by a pile of ropes.

She's planning a prank, and she wants to play a trick on one of her classmates.

After struggling to arrange her things, she brought two more blackboard erasers from the outside and placed them on the top of the clutter pile.

Patting the dust off her hands, her hands on her hips, and looking around, she nodded in satisfaction.

When she turned around and was about to leave, the girl stepped on a glass bead on the ground, and her foot slipped, and the person fell directly backwards and hit the pile of debris.

She screamed, and subconsciously reached out to grab something, trying to catch something and stabilize her body.

Fingers caught the cable of the electric light.

There was a click, and the lights were turned off.

Whoa! All sorts of debris fell.

Boom!

The door to the room was slammed shut.

"Ahh The girl screamed again, and her body was smashed several times, and the blackboard hit her head, and chalk ash fell all over her face and into her eyes.

"Woo...... Hmmm......" she moaned a few times, her eyes hurting hotly, and her body was smashed in pain. There were weights pressed against her chest and legs. She struggled for a long time to push the things away.

"Whew...... "She was surrounded by piles ......of debris, unable to move.

The rudimentary wooden frame pressed against her head made it impossible for her to stand up smoothly. Her ankle hurts, she must have sprained it when she fell.

"Hmm......" The girl's eyes were hot, because of pain and fear, she didn't know what to do.

She left tears in her eyes, and when she wiped her eyes, the dust on her hands entered her eyes again, and her eyes were burning with pain.

Even with the lights on, she shouldn't be able to see.

After a while, her emotions calmed down.

She tried to move, but failed again, and shouted twice.

However, she knew that no one would come to her rescue at this point in time.

It's already out of school, and there should be no one in the school.

She crept in by herself through the wall. I just thought about arranging it, and tomorrow I will fix the classmate who rolled her eyes at her.

She just wanted to make a joke, to play a trick on the classmate.

The aggrieved mood came up again.

This time, she cried a little longer. Tears washed away the dirt from her eyes.

I could feel her struggling again.

Memories and reality coincide.

She couldn't even tell how long she had been stuck here.

She was tired, hungry, and struggled several times, but she couldn't move the garbage that surrounded her.

When I was packing my things, I did see some heavy objects, but I didn't expect it to cause such trouble to myself.

She fell asleep in a daze.

The time of the dream becomes blurry.

I can only infer the time change from the girl's physical condition.

There are no windows in this room, so there is no change in light.

Outside the room, it was quiet.

I went out to see it, but I didn't see anyone.

There is no one on this small but clean campus.

I feel a little hairy in my heart.

There is no yin qi, and there is no abnormality, but such a dead and silent campus always gives people a sense of ominousness.

The girl's consciousness was confused, and her physical condition deteriorated rapidly because she had not eaten or drunk.

She still seems to have a fever. The weather wasn't too warm.

As a result, I couldn't tell what was going on in my dreams.

It stands to reason that someone should come to school the next day.

It stands to reason that if she doesn't go to school, there should be a teacher who will find out.

It stands to reason that if she didn't come home at night, her parents should have come to find someone.

……

There are many reasons for this, and under normal circumstances, this should not happen.

Judging from the girl's memories and school environment, the time point of this dream did not occur in these twenty or thirty years, but further than that, probably fifty or sixty years ago......

At this point, the girl may not be lying to Aoba's people.

She died in the fifties.

Fifties......

That's too far away for me. My parents weren't even born at the time.

What happened in the fifties that caused a campus to suddenly stop classes?

Wrong......

It dawned on me that I was thinking the wrong way.

I went back to the girl.

The girl woke up from her daze, panting, resisting the urge to cry, still struggling.

I approached her and slowly reached out.

I didn't touch her body, my hand passed through her.

I calmed down and felt it, and found that the only pain the girl felt was her ankles and back. Her foot was sprained, and something from behind her was pushing up her spine.

She pushed the shelf above her head for a while, but it was useless, and she gave up again.

I realized what the problem was, so I stayed in the dark room.

Darkness, silence, blurring the passage of time.

After over-starvation, the hunger pangs disappear.

The fever made her groggy and unconscious.

I don't know how long it took, but finally, there was a noise at the door.

Bang bang! Bang bang bang!

The girl suddenly came to her senses and shouted with joy.

Her voice was loud and full of energy.

Table tennis! Table tennis!

There was a knock and the door was forced open.

Sunlight is shining through the cracks.

The light is harsh.

The girl's eyes narrowed.

"What's going on in this room?"

"Who knows......"

The sound of conversation came from outside the door.

There was another sound of vandalism, the door was locked, and the door was opened.

It was as if the clutter in the room was gone.

The girl was ecstatic and wanted to stand up, and held out her hand to the person who entered the room, and tears welled up in her eyes. This time it was tears of joy.

Those people were dressed in 80's clothes and had fashionable 80's hairstyles.

They went straight into the room, unhindered and through the girl's body.

The girl froze.

The two men seemed to have come to measure the room, pulled out their tools, and busied around the corners of the room.

The girl looked around.

The room was empty and there was nothing.

When I looked up, I saw a lone light bulb. The bulb was covered with dust and had turned black. The drawstrings that turned on the lights were gone.

"Knock out this room and get up with the next room."

The two men communicated.

"How the above decides, how do we do it."

The girl stood up from the ground.

The pain is gone.

Her body was fluttering.

She had long since become a ghost.

It's just that she doesn't know it herself.

Good night everyone~

(End of chapter)