Chapter 50: The Cursed Desk

tsuki Nohara had been thrilled to finally start high school. She had spent months preparing, picking out her favorite clothes and carefully packing her backpack. The first day of class was a whirlwind of excitement, as she navigated the hallways and met new people.

As she walked into her homeroom, she noticed that every student had been assigned a desk. Her eyes flickered to the end of the hallway, where an abandoned desk sat in the corner. It was rumored that the desk was cursed by an evil spirit, and that any student who sat there would suffer misfortunes.

But Itsuki was a confident girl, unafraid of superstitions. She walked over to the desk and claimed it as her own, ignoring the nervous whispers of her classmates. As she sat down, she could feel the weight of their gazes on her back.

At first, everything seemed fine. Itsuki went through her day as usual, attending classes and chatting with her new friends. But as the days went by, she started to experience strange occurrences. Her hair would suddenly catch fire, her marks would drop inexplicably, and her friends would stop talking to her.

At first, Itsuki shrugged off these incidents as mere coincidences. She was convinced that the cursed desk was nothing more than an old myth, and that the other students were simply being superstitious. But as the misfortunes continued to pile up, she began to wonder if there was something more sinister at work.

Itsuki's once bright and sunny disposition began to darken. She became reclusive and sullen, spending her lunch periods alone in the abandoned desk's corner. The other students began to avoid her, sensing that something was not quite right. Even her closest friends started to distance themselves from her.

Desperate for help, Itsuki confided in her homeroom teacher. But the teacher merely gave her a sad look and advised her to stay away from the cursed desk. Itsuki was on her own.

As the weeks passed, Itsuki's mental state deteriorated rapidly. She started seeing and hearing things that were not there. Shadows seemed to loom larger, and whispers echoed in her ears even when no one was around. The misfortunes continued to pile up, until she felt as though she was being haunted by an evil presence.

One day, as Itsuki was walking home from school, she felt something grab her shadow. She looked behind her, but there was nothing there. Fear gripped her heart as she realized that whatever had been haunting her had finally caught up to her.

Before she could even scream for help, her shadow dragged her into the darkness. Itsuki was pulled into the cursed desk, disappearing without a trace. The name Itsuki Nohara had just disappeared, leaving behind only rumors and legends about the cursed desk that had claimed another victim.

The students of Good Hills High School continued to avoid that corner of the hallway, too scared to even look at the abandoned desk. For they knew that the curse was very real, and that it could claim anyone who dared to tempt fate.

As time passed, the story of Itsuki Nohara became a cautionary tale for future students at Good Hills High School. The cursed desk remained abandoned, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows. And although life at the school went on, the memory of Itsuki and the cursed desk lingered in the minds of all who walked its halls.

Despite the cautionary tale of Itsuki Nohara, there were still some students at Good Hills High School who were too curious or too arrogant to heed the warning. They laughed at the rumors of the cursed desk, dismissing it as nothing more than a silly superstition.

One such student was a boy named Takumi Yamamoto. He was a transfer student, new to the school and eager to prove himself. Takumi was bold and confident, with an ego that was almost as big as his backpack. He had heard the stories of the cursed desk, but he didn't believe them for a second.

One day, Takumi decided to test his luck. He walked up to the abandoned desk, flung his backpack onto it, and sat down with a smirk. The other students watched in horror, their warnings falling on deaf ears. But Takumi didn't care. He was determined to prove that there was no curse.

At first, nothing seemed to happen. Takumi went through his day as usual, feeling invincible. But as the sun began to set and the shadows grew longer, he started to feel uneasy. It was as if the shadows were alive, moving and shifting around him.

Takumi tried to ignore the feeling, but it only grew stronger. He felt as though something was watching him, something that was not quite human. His backpack started to shake and rattle, as if something was inside it. But when he opened it up, there was nothing there.

As the night deepened, Takumi felt a chill run down his spine. He could hear whispering voices, taunting him and calling his name. He tried to run, but his legs felt heavy and sluggish. It was as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

And then, just like with Itsuki, Takumi's shadow suddenly grabbed him. He felt an icy grip on his ankle, pulling him towards the cursed desk. He screamed for help, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of his own heartbeat.

The other students could hear Takumi's screams, but they were too afraid to go near the cursed desk. They knew what would happen if they did. They could only stand and watch as Takumi was dragged into the darkness, disappearing into the cursed desk forever.

After that day, the abandoned desk was sealed off by the school authorities. The hallway was barricaded, and no student was allowed to enter. The legend of the cursed desk lived on, becoming a warning to all those who were tempted to test fate.

But even after years had passed, the memory of Itsuki Nohara and Takumi Yamamoto still haunted the students of Good Hills High School. The shadows in the corners seemed to move a little more, and the whispers in the darkness were just a little louder. And even though the cursed desk was gone, the fear and superstition remained.