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The Haunting Of Good Hills High School: The Haunted School of Kyoto

In a collection comes the horror short story , "Good Hills High", the newly reopened school in Kyoto is haunted by ghosts, demons, and urban legends that terrorize the students. The school was abandoned during World War 2 and now the students who attend the school are being haunted by the spirits that roam the halls. The story revolves around the children and their experiences with these supernatural events, which will keep the readers on the edge of their seats.

ItsukiYamamoto · Horreur
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80 Chs

Chapter 78: The Seducing Ghost

The Good Hills High School in Kyoto, Japan was a prestigious institution that produced some of the brightest minds in the country. But for the students who attended the school in the 1950s, it was also a place of terror and haunting.

Legend had it that a seducing ghost lived near the school, and her favorite targets were young boys. She was said to be a beautiful woman who had died tragically many years ago. Some say she was a geisha who had fallen in love with a young samurai, but their love was forbidden. Others claim that she was a courtesan who had been betrayed by her lover and died of a broken heart.

Whatever the story was, one thing was certain - the ghost was real, and she was dangerous. The boys who attended Good Hills High School knew to avoid the area where she was rumored to haunt, but some couldn't resist the allure of her beauty and would try to catch a glimpse of her.

It was a warm summer evening when a group of boys decided to sneak out of the school dormitories to see if they could catch a glimpse of the seducing ghost. They walked along the path that led to the haunted area, their hearts racing with excitement and fear.

As they neared the spot where the ghost was said to appear, they heard a faint humming sound. At first, they thought it was just the wind, but as they drew closer, the sound became clearer. It was a haunting melody, the likes of which they had never heard before.

The boys followed the sound until they came to a clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a beautiful woman with long black hair and a face that was both alluring and terrifying. She wore a traditional Japanese kimono, and her skin was as white as snow.

One of the boys, a brave soul named Takeshi, stepped forward to get a better look. The seducing ghost turned her attention to him and began to dance, her movements so graceful and mesmerizing that Takeshi couldn't take his eyes off her.

The other boys watched in amazement as Takeshi drew closer to the ghost. They wanted to call out to him, to warn him of the danger, but their voices were caught in their throats.

As Takeshi reached out to touch the ghost, she suddenly disappeared. Takeshi stumbled forward, his hand grabbing at thin air. He turned to his friends, confusion and fear etched on his face.

That's when they heard it - the sound of something moving through the trees. It was a rustling sound, followed by a low growl. The boys knew they had to get out of there, and fast.

They turned to run, but their way was blocked by the ghost. She stood in front of them, her eyes blazing with anger. The boys were frozen in fear, unable to move.

The ghost began to move towards them, her kimono flowing behind her like a black cloud. The boys tried to run, but they couldn't move their legs. It was as if they were rooted to the ground.

As the ghost drew closer, the boys could see that her face was contorted with rage. Her eyes were wild and fierce, and her mouth was twisted in a snarl. They knew they were in grave danger.

The ghost reached out to grab them, but suddenly, a bright light shone from behind her. It was the light of the rising sun, and it seemed to weaken the ghost. She let out a blood-curdling scream and vanished into thin air.

The boys were finally able to move, and they ran as fast as they could back to the safety of the school. They never spoke of the incident again, but the memory of the seducing ghost haunted them for the rest of their lives.