The footsteps in the corridor sounded particularly clear, and the sound of tapping on the ground made all the girls who were talking in low voices freeze their breath for a moment.
For a moment, the corridor was extremely quiet, no one was discussing anything, and no one continued to talk.
They were all listening, listening to the source of the footsteps. Now they were not sure whether the footsteps were human footsteps or the footsteps of something else.
The sound of footsteps in the empty corridor was particularly clear, echoing in everyone's ears, as if someone was stepping on their hearts.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if they were coming up from downstairs or coming down from upstairs.
The female teacher holding a flashlight kept shining it, trying to find the owner of the footsteps and see if the person coming was a student or something else.
"Who is it? Can you tell me what you heard?"
The female teacher shouted, not seeing a single figure wherever she scanned with her flashlight, but she still hoped that the owner of the footsteps was a student. She was worried that the girl would be scared walking alone in the dark stairs.
One more person will give you more comfort. Although this comfort may not solve any problem, if everyone is together, you may not be so scared.
The female teacher was still shouting, but after shouting several times, there was no response from anyone.
The girls noticed something was wrong and began to dissuade the female teacher, trying to tell her to stop shouting and to leave that person alone.
"Teacher, please stop shouting."
"Yes, teacher, no matter who she is, we can't shout now, in case..."
The girl didn't elaborate, but everyone present understood what she meant. It would be fine if that person was a person, but if it wasn't a person, it would probably be a different scene.
The female teacher also stopped shouting. She had shouted several times. She also began to realize that something was wrong. If a girl came down from upstairs, she would definitely be very scared in this stairwell. When she heard her voice at this time, it stands to reason that no matter what
Everyone should respond.
But the footsteps did not pause, nor did they become more rapid. They were always like that, neither urgent nor slow. It was as if the female teacher's voice was not heard at all.
This situation is not right for any girl, and it is impossible for girls to react like this.
The female teacher realized something was wrong in an instant. She immediately stopped shouting and put her finger in front of her lips to signal everyone to lower their voices. When everyone saw the female teacher's expression, everyone fell silent for a moment and they also realized
The footsteps may not have come from other students.
"Teacher, what should we do now?"
A girl quietly walked up to the female teacher and asked in a low voice.
"Shh~"
"Everyone, please don't make a sound, let's not move. So many of us are now trapped in this kind of environment, and we have no other way."
"I don't know what the situation is downstairs. If we continue to go downstairs and the situation is the same, everyone will start to be afraid and worried. The footsteps may be from other students. Maybe they are afraid, so they didn't respond to my words. We might as well wait.
Wait."
The female teacher has no choice. The current situation is here. No one dares to go up, but going down seems to be a road of no return.
In this case, if you are urged to run down by the footsteps, you will eventually be caught. Instead of waiting until everyone's physical strength is exhausted before meeting that guy who doesn't know whether he is a human or a ghost, it is better to do it now while you still have enough physical strength.
Have a look when.
Although dangerous, this may not be an opportunity.
The female teacher clutched the flashlight in her hand tightly, feeling anxious and staring at the top of the stairs. At this time, she was both afraid and looking forward to it.
The footsteps were still approaching slowly, no one continued to speak, everyone was waiting.
In their minds, those ghosts are floating in the air, and only people can make footsteps. So although they are afraid, many people still think that it is a girl going downstairs. They just keep it because there is no light source in their hands.
That steady pace.
Once you have adapted to the darkness, the frequency of your steps cannot be random. Once you stop or lose your pace, it will most likely take more time to adapt again.
"Da da da"
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they were getting clearer. Everyone began to get nervous unconsciously, supporting each other and leaning on each other. Waiting was sometimes a torment.
The same goes for the female teacher. The flashlight in her hand has been shining on the top of the stairs. One is to see the situation on the top of the stairs and the person coming down. The other is to illuminate the girl and tell her what is going on.
There are people below.
Confusion and fear in the darkness. Anyone who has ever truly fallen into the darkness understands that the experience just now made the female teacher understand that the feeling of not being able to find any direction is very terrifying.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and under the light, everyone seemed to vaguely see a red figure walking down the stairs above. The female teacher did not hesitate and directly turned the flashlight to a higher place.
A figure in red clothes appeared in everyone's sight. The person walked downstairs step by step. As her footsteps fell, the sound of footsteps rang in everyone's ears.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was a girl. A girl with long hair. Although her long hair blocked her face, she could still be seen.
"Huh~"
"Scared me to death~"
"Classmate, why are you taking your time and come down quickly?"
"
Classmate, which class are you in, and why do I seem to have seen you somewhere?"
After confirming in their hearts that it was the same person, the girls immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to speak to this new companion. It seemed that this girl who was about to join them could give them a greater sense of security.
"classmate?"
Everyone asked a lot of questions and kept trying to talk to the girl, but the girl kept her head lowered, her steps remained terrifyingly steady, and she didn't reply at all.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on with this girl.
Some of the girls gradually felt that they had seen this girl somewhere, but when they thought about it carefully, they seemed to have never seen her before.
Without seeing the face, everything is just speculation.
The girl who came down from upstairs was slowly approaching and had reached the corner platform of the stairs above everyone. The female teacher's flashlight had already shone on the steps under her feet, which was to illuminate her.
Everyone wanted to ask the female teacher to take a photo of the girl's face, but they also understood that in this case, if they took a photo of the girl's face, the other person's sight might be affected.
In fact, it stands to reason that under this situation, they should be able to see the girl's face, but for some reason, the girl's face is always hidden in the darkness, and it seems like there is a layer of fog blocking the other person's face.
You can't see the other person at all.
The only thing that could be seen and clearly seen was the other person's clothes, which were as red as blood and frighteningly red. In this environment, such a girl wearing bright red clothes looked so weird.
"Teacher, I seem to have seen her somewhere."
A girl muttered, but the female teacher didn't care at all.
"They are all students in the same dormitory, so I must have seen them before."
What the teacher said makes sense. The shortest time between them living here is almost a year. Under such circumstances, if you say you don't know them, there are a lot of people, but if you say you haven't seen them at all, then they probably really haven't.
Several people.
The girl upstairs slowly approached, getting closer and closer to everyone. When she reached the last step, she suddenly stopped and stood there motionless, still standing there with her head lowered.
"Classmate, come here."
The female teacher waved, but there was still no response.
The other girls also said hello a few times, but they still didn't respond at all, as if they couldn't hear everyone talking at all.
Gradually, everyone realized that something was wrong. A sharp-eyed girl stared at the girl in red clothes carefully for a long time, and suddenly let out a scream!