Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 64 : Haunted building part 2

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize when I finish the class. He only extends to see the clock running the 10 a.m.

"Haha ..."

I got up from my seat with a deep sigh, as if the air around me had become heavier. My teammates left the classroom, laughing and chatting, but I stayed behind, feeling the passage of time to slowly arrane. Erwing had already left, probably excited by the perspective of investigating the abandoned building. If I closed my eyes, I can see it clearly: recruiting students xon a smile, preparing to enter the building. He was like that, impulsive, reckless, and that worried me.

Again a strange sensation began to invade me. Reaffirm my decision in silence. I knew that I couldn’t stay with crossed arms, but I also had to avoid getting directly involved. Altering the future I knew was a risk that I could not afford, but, at the same time, I needed to make sure everything went well. Or at least, it will not end in disaster.

The time elapsed without major incidents. The classes advanced quickly, while Erwing walked from one side to the other collecting information, talking to other students, preparing to investigate the rumor.

Two days later, he finally went to the building avonded in the middle of the night, as he had happened in the novel that he remembered so vividly. I followed him in silence, with stealthy steps, hiding in the shadows, keeping my eyes fixed on the erwing silhouette that moved in front of me. Every step it took was calculated, each breath contained to avoid being detected. The moonlight bathed the landscape with a silver brightness. The wind blow gently, but carried a strange aroma, like wet land and something else ...

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Upon arriving at the building, I stopped for a moment to observe. Erwing and a group of first -year students were standing in front of the entrance, speaking quietly. Erwing gestured with enthusiasm, explaining the plan. I hid behind a tree, close enough to listen, but far enough to not be detected.

"Record, we just go here to investigate," Erwing said, with a confident smile. We do not know if there really is something inside, but anyway keep alert.

The students nodded, alginos with nervousness, others slightly excited. Then, Erwing opened the doors.

Believe!

A squeak threw himself in the whole place, as if the blacks had not been played in decades, and entered, one by one. I waited a few seconds before following them, making sure they wouldn’t see me.

The interior of the building had an unusual aura, it was quite disturbing and a bit dark. The walls were covered with faded graffiti and the ground creaks under my feet with each step it took. The air was cold and heavy, which leaked for my skin gave me a sinister sensation.

I moved cautiously, following the sound of their voices that resonated in the empty building. Erwing and the others were on the second floor, exploring the empty rooms. I hid behind a column, watching from distance. Everything seemed to be going as planned, but that strange feeling in my chest did not disappear. I could not shake the feeling that we were being observed, as if something moved in the shadows, something that put my hair on end.

Suddenly, an acute shout echoed in the air, making me shudder. It was a heartbreaking sound, as if it had gone directly from the bowels of hell. Erwing and the students stopped, looking at each other with expression of panic. His faces, before full of emotion, were now pale, illuminated by the dim light of their flashlights that blink as if they were about to go out.

-What was that? Asked one of the boys, his trembling voice, almost whispering.

"I don’t know," Erwing replied, although his tone was more serious than usual and I could notice how his hand clung to the flashlight. Let’s investigate ..

The group advanced with caution, observed everything around him, his steps echoing in the oppressive silence that surrounded them. The ambinte, before relaxed, had changed. The air felt densest, almost irrespirable, and every inhalation burned their lungs. The shadows projected by the flashlights in their hands seemed to move on their own, but not naturally. They twisted, stretched, as if they had their own life, forming grotesque figures that seemed to follow their movements with invisible eyes.

Suddenly, a low, maniacal laugh echoed through the air, arising from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Something quite strange, their laughter did not seem to be that of a human, it chilled the blood and made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Followed by a metallic creaking sound, like the sound of chains dragging across the floor, was heard behind them. The students instinctively grouped together, their faces pale and their eyes full of terror. The flashlights trembled in their hands, projecting beams of light that seemed to weaken with each passing second.

"Let’s get out of here!" one of them shouted, his voice cracking with fear.

Before Erwing could respond, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway. But they were not the footsteps of the students. They were heavier, slower, as if something was deliberately approaching, enjoying the panic it caused. Each step was a thud against the ground, accompanied by the drag of chains that echoed like a nightmare.

Erwing tried to remain calm, but even he seemed affected. His usually serene face now showed a palpable tension.

"Stay together!" he ordered, but his voice cracked slightly.

The lights of the lanterns began to flicker, as if an invisible force was draining their energy. In that brief moment of darkness, I saw something...

A tall, thin figure, with eyes that shone with a light of evil, appeared at the edge of the light. Its disproportionate mouth was filled with razor-sharp teeth, and rusty chains hung from its ankles, dragging along the ground with a sound that resonated in the bones. Its face was blurry, as if it were out of focus, and looking directly at it caused overwhelming nausea. I looked away for a second, and when I looked back, the figure had disappeared.

—M...Major Erwing, said one of the students accompanying him.

—What’s wrong? —Erwing asked, trying to remain calm, but his tone betrayed a slight concern.

—Armand... Armand has disappeared —said the student, pointing with a trembling finger to the place where his companion had been standing only seconds before.

Erwing quickly looked around, counting the students accompanying him. There were eight of them, but now there were only six left. The faces of his companions paled even more, and fear took hold of them like a plague.

—No, I don’t want to stay here any longer! —one of the students shouted, and before Erwing could stop him, he ran off. The others followed him, their footsteps echoing in the hallway as they disappeared into the darkness.

—Wait! Calm down! —Erwing shouted, but it was too late. The students had disappeared into the darkness, and the sound of their footsteps quickly faded, as if the building had swallowed them.

Erwing was left alone, breathing heavily, his flashlight flickering weakly. He looked around, trying to keep his composure, but the tension on his face was evident. Four students had disappeared in a matter of seconds, and he could do nothing to stop it. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, and when he opened them, his expression had changed. There was determination in his eyes now. He knew he couldn’t abandon his companions, even if it meant risking his own life.

Following the sound of soft laughter echoing through the air, Erwing made his way to the third floor. The stairs creaked under the weight of his steps, the air grew even colder, as if he was entering a place he shouldn’t have entered. The walls were covered in deep cracks, and a faint glow emanated from them, as if something luminous and disgusting was trapped within. The sound of the chains dragging grew louder, and Erwing felt something watching him from the shadows.

As he reached the third floor, the laughter suddenly ceased, and absolute silence enveloped him. Erwing raised his flashlight, illuminating the hallway in front of him. There, in the center of the corridor, was Armand, standing motionless. His face was pale, his eyes empty, and an unnatural smile was drawn on his mouth.

"Armand..." Erwing murmured, slowly advancing towards him.

But before he could get there, Armand vanished into thin air, as if in an illusion. Behind where he had been, the door to one of the rooms slowly opened, creaking on its rusty hinges. A faint reddish glow emanated from within with soft whispers that filtered through my ears.

Erwing held the flashlight tightly in his hand and, accompanied by a few first graders, felt the weight of his decisions.