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Helpless, a few of them hid in a classroom, crammed into a corner, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as they silently recited prayers, hoping for protection.
But deep down, they understood that the teachings of Buddhism would not shield these Japanese students; it was merely the last shred of psychological comfort they clung to in their extreme fear.
Soon, the Evil Spirit found them. It appeared silently at the classroom door and then lunged inside, grabbing a male student and tossing him around like a helpless rag doll. The boy struggled in mid-air, crying out in pain, but before long, with a dull thud, he crashed to the ground and lay still.
The other students were terrified and scattered in all directions, turning the classroom into chaos as desks and chairs toppled over. Only Huizi stood frozen, her legs weak as if nailed to the floor. She stared wide-eyed at the scene before her, fear engulfing her entire being.
Fortunately, another boy, Xiao Shuai, known for his sense of justice and responsibility, saw Huizi in danger. Without hesitation, he rushed over and pulled her along to escape.
They ran wildly through the corridor, but just a short distance away, they encountered a ghost.
The ghost suddenly appeared before them. Xiao Shuai instinctively shielded Huizi behind him, but then the ghost extended its long claws and snatched a girl standing next to Xiao Shuai. After a piercing scream, she became a cold corpse and was thrown down the stairs with a thud that echoed ominously in the silent hallway.
Now only Huizi and Xiao Shuai remained among the six students. With the Evil Spirit closing in, their hearts raced to their throats. In their panic, they quickly ducked into a storage room. Xiao Shuai pulled Huizi into a corner and whispered urgently, “Huizi, hide under the bed and don’t make a sound. I’ll block the door to buy you some time.”
Huizi looked into Xiao Shuai’s determined eyes; though fear gripped her heart, she knew there was no other option left. She nodded gently.
Xiao Shuai took a deep breath and ran to block the door alone. But this was clearly a path to his doom; how could an ordinary person withstand such a terrifying Evil Spirit?
The Evil Spirit pushed against the door lightly, and what seemed like a sturdy barrier crumpled like paper. Xiao Shuai was sent flying by an immense force, soaring through the air for three meters before crashing heavily to the ground with a muffled groan. As he struggled to lift his head, he saw the blood-soaked Evil Spirit entering. It reeked of blood; its face twisted in rage with hollow eye sockets that seemed to burn with dark red flames.
Xiao Shuai's eyes widened in terror as his body instinctively recoiled. But before he could react further, the Evil Spirit lunged at him and bit down on his neck. Xiao Shuai let out a heart-wrenching scream that lasted less than twenty seconds before falling silent. Blood gushed from his neck, staining the ground around him red.
The Evil Spirit seemed unaware of Huizi hiding under the bed. After circling the room, it leaped onto the bed and began bouncing around like a child on a trampoline, making the bed creak loudly as if the entire house was shaking along with it.
Huizi crouched beneath the bed, covering her mouth, afraid to make a sound. Tears welled up in her eyes as she silently prayed for the Evil Spirit to leave. Fortunately, after a while, the bed fell silent again. Huizi thought the Evil Spirit had finally departed and cautiously let out a breath, slowly turning her head to check the situation.
But in the next moment, when Huizi looked back tremblingly, she was shocked to see that the Evil Spirit was actually a little girl holding a Rag Doll. Her face was covered in blood, and her eye sockets were hollow and dark, yet she wore an eerie smile. The grin, set against the backdrop of blood, was chilling enough to send shivers down one's spine, as if it could penetrate straight into a person's heart and instill a deep sense of dread.
Huizi nearly screamed in terror. Instinctively, she tried to flee but made too much noise, alerting the girl immediately.
The girl let out a sharp laugh and pounced onto Huizi, wrapping her small arms tightly around Huizi's neck while mumbling, "Hug me, kiss me, lift me high, play with me."
Huizi struggled to breathe under the weight of the girl, feeling both fear and disgust. With all her strength, she fought back and managed to throw the girl off her. However, in her effort, she lost balance and fell to the ground.
Before Huizi could regain her composure, the little girl stood up in an extremely unnatural posture. Her body twisted as if it had no bones at all. She opened her wide mouth filled with sharp fangs and lunged at Huizi as if intending to swallow her whole.
The scene shifted abruptly; Huizi woke up on the morning of July 5th. She sat up suddenly in bed, gasping for air, cold sweat covering her forehead, and her hands trembling uncontrollably.
It had only been a nightmare. Huizi patted her chest in an attempt to calm herself down.
However, strangely enough, she felt a sharp pain in her throat as if it had truly been pierced by that girl. Even swallowing felt painful.
Soon enough, Huizi noticed something odd. On her way to school, she saw again the scene of that cat being run over by a bus—the bloody image identical to yesterday's—and the gasps of passersby echoed like a replay of yesterday's events.
Everything happening before her seemed to be repeating yesterday's occurrences. When she arrived at school, she discovered that five other classmates had experienced exactly what she had; each face bore expressions of terror and exhaustion. It turned out that yesterday's nightmare was indeed real.
A few people gathered together, their faces filled with despair as they discussed the situation. It was then that they realized they were under a curse known as "Finding the Body."
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