"YOU DISCOVER THE EVIL I DID IN MY PAST LIFE, I HOPE YOU CAN FIND IT IN YOUR HEART TO FORGIVE ME."
Hello to you. I am a wandering spirit. I thought of blogging to share with you my struggles as a ghost. So I hope you can give me even just a little time to read my blog.
Oh! By the way, my name is Anthony, and I forgot my surname. I'm the coolest, hot and most handsome ghost around. I can't remember a thing since I kicked the bucket. All I know is that I'm stuck here in this university called GLU(Glorious Legendary University). I guess ghosts can get amnesia too, huh?
I've tried to escape this place more times than I can count, but I never seem to find my way out. I even tried following the students as they walked toward the gate, but every time I get close to the exit, this blinding light flashes, and a gust of wind knocks me back. Seriously, what gives? I'm still scratching my head, trying to figure out why it keeps happening.
Everyone thinks this blog is supposed to be scary, they got it all wrong. I'm just a lonely ghost dreaming of freedom to find myself and not just my sweetheart. Because I don't have time for that, and also, being a ghost doesn't mean I lack aspirations.
You know, I've been trying to get help from these students here, but they seem indifferent to my plight. It's heartbreaking how heartless they are.
I don't want to be dramatic, but they're incredibly snobbish. Even though I've tried to get their attention, make my presence noticeable, they still don't care. Well, what a frustrating life! Oh wait, I mean, I'm already dead.
It's kind of funny how people always say, "Rest in Peace" when someone passes away, but what's the point if my soul can't find any peace? What a messed up.
Do you think this is the end of my story? Of course not, because we're only just getting to the exciting part.
Once upon a time, Misaki and I crossed paths. She's one of the students here at the Glorious Legendary University. I remember the first time I saw her like it was yesterday.
At that time, I was hanging out in that old classroom, filled with broken chairs, discarded items, and scattered papers. A perfect spot for a ghost like me, right? Don't tell me I didn't know. Some grandmas out there used to tell all these horror stories about spirits haunting abandoned buildings, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I'm just embracing the typical horror movie tropes, even if it frightens me, to keep things interesting as a ghost.
Thunder crashed, lightning split the sky, and I was utterly alone in that creepy old classroom. I was terrified, more than I'd ever been. I'm probably the only scaredy-cat ghost around. I really hate dark, abandoned places, but I'm a ghost, so I had no choice. Don't judge me, I'm just a spirit trying to survive. And let me tell you, being alone in a haunted place is no joke. Try being in my shoes! If you do, you might just end up in the afterlife before I do.
I decided to sit down at one of the desks piled up there. I faced the window and felt the cool breeze to calm myself down. However, suddenly the door behind me slowly creaked open. So I stood up again.
I swear, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise. The old hinges groaned, and the curtains swayed in the cold breeze. My nerves were on edge. I was convinced the other ghosts were plotting to haunt me. Ghosts scaring a ghost? Now that's something you don't see every day. Who knows what kind of mischief they were up to.
I slowly turned to see who opened the door, trembling with fear, and out of nowhere, a woman appeared. She was wearing the university's uniform, had long hair, and dark, tired-looking eyes. Maybe she hadn't been sleeping enough or something.
I don't mean to be rude 'cause ghosts like us have eyebags too. But you have to understand that we have to stay awake, especially at night, because scaring people is part of our job. And honestly, I think dark circles are one of the requirements for being a ghost since they make us look even creepier, don't you think? And maybe that's one of the reasons why we appear as if we're under the influence of illegal drugs.
It's funny how having eyebags actually makes us ghosts more terrifying. The way these people get scared, you'd think they don't have dark circles themselves. Honestly, yours are probably worse than ours! Admit it, you may not be a ghost, but you stay up all night doom-scrolling on TikTok just the same.
And this girl I'm looking at right now looks like she hasn't slept in days. Yikes! I just hope she's not one of those women staying up late, chatting with C.ai all night.
Out of sheer fear and shock, I couldn't stop myself from screaming, which honestly is a massive insult to my ghostly reputation. Can you believe it? I'm the one who's dead, and yet I was the first to get scared. How embarrassing. In that moment, I seriously thought to myself, *I don't want to be a ghost anymore. I quit.*
But thankfully, she can't see me. See? I'm dodging the embarrassment like a pro. I'm a pretty shy ghost anyway. But honestly, this woman looks terrifying. She's got bangs nearly covering her eyes, and her skin was so pale, she looked like she could out-ghost a ghost. Between the two of us, I'd bet I've got more blood in me than she does.
I let out a sigh and rubbed my chest with a slow, steady motion. I admit, she caught me off guard, but I managed to regain my balance in the end. Still, I couldn't help but wonder, what was she doing in a supposedly haunted classroom all alone at night? It's already late, and classes ended a while ago.
Unless she's a college student with a schedule that runs until 8:30 PM. But judging by her uniform, she's actually a senior high school student. It's unusual for a student like her to be here at this hour. Was she an enthusiast, someone who actually enjoys this eerie atmosphere? Well, I'm not a judgmental ghost, but just looking at her, it kind of makes sense.
To be honest, some students do visit that haunted classroom, especially when it's time to go home and the evening starts to set in. Usually, it's male and female students. Sometimes, I envy them because they seem to be better at creating spooky experiences than I am. But the most interesting thing is that they're moaning.
Anyways let's get back to the story. I swallowed hard as she started walking towards my direction. I had no intention of avoiding her because I'm a ghost, invisible and intangible. But it felt like I died again when she suddenly stopped in front of me.
"Wait, can she see me?" I asked myself. I'm starting to doubt it. Her eyes were staring directly at me. That's when I realized how captivating they were. But there's no way she can see me. My nerves started panicking again, but I forced myself to stay calm. In that moment, I just told myself that maybe she was only looking through the window behind me.
The wind grew stronger as she slowly raised her right hand, and my eyes followed its movement. I wanted to step back, but my feet refused to move. Until she finally touched my shoulder.
"How are you?" Those were the only words she uttered. Her voice was icy cold, as if consumed by the wind, which made me even more terrified.
Oh no, why is she able to see me? How can she physically interact with me? Is this just a dream? No, it can't be a dream. After all, ghosts do not experience slumber as what I've said.
At that point, I couldn't even responed to her. And do you know what foolish action I took? Absolutely nothing. I just simply let out a piercing scream, leapt out of the window, and sprinted away as if I were being chased by a ghost.
For the first time in forever, someone not only saw me but had the audacity to touch me and talk to me like we were close. Could she have a third eye? How peculiar. Ever since that moment, I've been keeping an eye on her. Day after day, I watch her in class like some sort of stalker, and eventually, I learned her name is Misaki. I've also taken notice of her lack of companionship, as she consistently chooses to sit alone at the back.
"Hey, dude, stay focused on the game! We're gonna lose!" Meet Ayan, the master of the ghostly scare. If he happens to pass by, be prepared for a spine-chilling experience. He met his end when a wandering spirit appeared before him, causing him to impulsively jump out of his room's window. Funny enough, that incident reminds me of my first encounter with Misaki.
Ayan's tragic end was the turning point that led to his transformation into a professional scary ghost, seeking revenge. His restless soul won't find peace until he tracks down the ghost responsible for his death.
By the way, we're here with my group of ghost friends, hanging out at our school's GLU-net and playing online games. I know there are blocked websites and games here in GLU-net, but luckily we have someone with us who is good with technology. He used to be a student employee in this University when he was still alive and was assigned here at GLU-net.
His name is Carl. Because of constantly facing the screen, he got infected with a computer virus, which caused his death. The initial symptom was blurred vision. Honestly, I find it hard to believe. I think he might be pulling our leg, not wanting to reveal the real reason for his death. I totally respect his decision if he doesn't want to say. Ghosts also have privacy.
He was the one who introduced us to this place, so ever since then, we've been hanging out and playing here regularly. One time, I overheard some gossip from the university guards working the night shift, along with a few janitors. They said that every evening, they hear faint echoes of laughter coming from GLU-net, even though most of the lights are turned off. But when they go to check, there's no one inside.
Well, the truth is, we ghosts were just playing online games at the time. The guards and janitors are starting to get scared too, because even though all the students have gone home, some of the computer monitors still flicker on and off like they have a mind of their own.
"Gotta go, dudes." Joseph said. He started walking without even waiting for our response. Joseph is one of my companions and the pervert ghost. He has an interesting preference when it comes to haunting. Believe it or not, he specifically requests to spook females in the restroom. It may seem like harmless fright, but unfortunately, it crosses the line into harassment. So ladies, if you ever experience anything unusual in the restroom, don't be afraid, it's just Joseph.
Every day and night, we are assigned to various locations to give people a good scare, following a strict schedule. Our haunting duties are spread across MWF(Monday, Wednesday, and Friday), as well as TTH(Tuesday and Thursday). These college students might believe they're the only ones with a structured routine, but little do they know, we ghosts have our own organized schedule too. And let's not forget, the ghost responsible for haunting the girls' locker room during swimming class is obvious. if you really know, you know
But why do I look different compared to my ghost companions? I'm not pale, and I'm not that expert at scaring people, which often leads to me being reprimanded by the supreme ghost. Among the ghostly realm, I'm considered the odd one, a freak. Oh well. That's perfectly fine. After all, I'm quite content with my unique appearance since I have no desire to resemble their ugly faces anyway. But seriously, it's not just self-proclaimed, as a ghost, I'm really handsome, hot as fire and I even have abs.
Whenever we have an open forum about the circumstances of our deaths, I have nothing to say because I simply can't recall how I met my untimely demise. As a result, I became the subject of endless laughter and the unfortunate target of frequent bullying.
So here's my question, you idiots. Is it possible for a ghost to have amnesia too? It's a mystery that continues to haunt my mind. By the way, I extend my gratitude to all you lovely readers for taking the time to peruse this blog. Don't forget to leave a comment if you don't want me to haunt you. Oh well, I'm not exactly scary to look at. You should be grateful, 'cause I happen to be handsome.
If you truly seek the truth of what happened to me, keep on tuning it.
But consider this a warning—
I am not who you think I am.
Remember, life is too short to rush through, so take it slow and savor every moment. 'Til my next blog.
Yours spectrally,
Anthony