No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1736: Arnold Simmons Side Story (102)

Before heading back to the self-study room, she whispered to Hannah, "Hannah, I just heard in the study room that some students have been skipping class and hiding out on the fifth floor. I don’t know which grade they’re from, but the restrooms are full of cigarette butts. It looks like we won’t be able to go up there anymore."

As soon as she finished talking, the teacher arrived, and she hurriedly ran off.

The fifth floor of the senior high building has always been empty, usually off-limits to students except when used as an exam hall during monthly tests.

But the so-called prohibition was just symbolically placing a few chairs at the stairwell entrance, easily stepped over.

Last semester, the enforcement wasn’t strict, and Hannah and Tessa Thompson ran up a few times.

During evening study time, the lights on the fifth floor were off, and inside the classrooms, there was nothing but empty space, without tables and chairs. The balcony doors were wide open, and the dark green curtains were fluttering in the wind as though someone was standing on the balcony.

They went there during a school event when everybody was gathered in the auditorium, sneaking out quietly for the thrill, together with a few others from their class.

Both boys and girls included.

Joe Taylor, who had the most courage at the time, even suggested that they take turns walking to the balcony outside the classrooms to see for themselves.

To see if there really was someone standing out there.

As soon as he said that, the timid ones began imagining a hundred terrifying figures with green faces and sharp teeth standing outside.

"No way, no way, I absolutely won’t go." Tessa Thompson was the type both afraid of and craving excitement; she was the most enthusiastic organizer for the haunted house trip, and once inside, she screamed the loudest.

Joe Taylor picked up the sleeves of his jacket, "What’s there to be scared of? It’s just taking a quick look. If you’re not going, I will."

Everyone exchanged glances silently and stepped back, making way for Joe Taylor.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, fluttering the curtains from inside the classroom, hitting Joe Taylor right in the face.

The fuzzy soft touch nearly made him scream out loud.

Fortunately, he managed to hold it in, "I... shall I go then?"

"Go on, go ahead."

"Are you sure I should go?" Joe hesitated with every step he took.

Everyone waved him off, "Go on, go on."

Joe stepped into the classroom.

In less than half a minute, he ran back out, seemingly holding his breath.

Someone couldn’t wait to ask him: "Was there really someone inside?"

Joe forced a smile, "No, nobody."

"If there’s no one, why did you run back so quickly?"

"I..." Joe stuttered, pointing towards the end of the corridor, "How about we check out the restroom?"

Each floor of the teaching building has its own restrooms, one for boys and one for girls, and just beyond that, the teachers’ office.

The restroom isn’t small, with separate stalls on both sides and sinks to the left.

During the day when the restrooms are crowded, people often go up to take turns in emergencies.

Joe, who was leading the way, stopped right at the entrance.

Restrooms have always been one of the common backdrops in stories, inherently bringing a sense of horror, even when they’re completely empty.

Within the restroom, a small window opened, letting in the night sky and moonlight, covering the ground in a frosty white that seemed colder than the air downstairs, as if even the wind was chillier.

Tessa Thompson, frightened, clung tightly to Hannah throughout.

Hannah, on the other hand, wasn’t scared at all.

Joe looked back at his classmates, "Who’s going in this time?"

After a long silence, someone suggested, "How about... we all go in together?"

There’s strength in numbers.