At times when I didn't realize anything terrible at all, at those times I looked innocent and only cared about bright shades. After that, I got up from the seat and then tidied up some of my painting tools. Likewise with Harumi. Apparently the person had already finished and when I saw what he had painted, I really got goosebumps. That night, when I was going to sleep, I suddenly thought about what Harumi was painting. It felt like the painting slowly entered my mind and continued to float there. After that, I tried to close my eyes and then I fell asleep. Meanwhile, right now somewhere, someone could be seen trying to escape. Not long after that, This person tried hard again and apparently it didn't work. The sound of footsteps came from here and then made this person immediately panic. Cold sweat came out of his forehead and not long after that, someone was seen entering this room and then staring at him with a very cold gaze. That person was none other than Harumi. The cold face and expression gave off quite a scary impression. Not long after, Harumi started saying something to the woman who was tied up and trying to escape. That person was none other than Harumi. The cold face and expression gave off quite a scary impression. Not long after, Harumi started saying something to the woman who was tied up and trying to escape. That person was none other than Harumi. The cold face and expression gave off quite a scary impression. Not long after, Harumi started saying something to the woman who was tied up and trying to escape.
"Wow, do you want to go home? It's useless. "You won't be able to escape from here," Harumi said in a threatening tone.
“Damn. What are you doing? How could you do this to me? What exactly is your goal?” Yuko shouted.
“Aim, huh? I think you just reminded me of a very important thing. Turns out you're more than I thought."
"What are you saying? You are crazy!"
"Be careful when you talk, Miss Yuko, it looks like you really need to be punished."
"No. Are you crazy? do not do it. Please," said Yuko while begging and now Harumi started throwing the blunt object at Yuko and not long after Yuko was lying covered in blood.
“Ah, damn. "Even though I don't want to kill you right away," said Harumi while wiping the blood that had splashed on her face.
At that moment, Yuko was no longer in this world. The next day. When I started getting ready to go to school, then I remembered that painting and I quickly tried to forget that memory. It felt like I had a terrible terror last night. The deep red color and the image showing a human skull are very scary. In fact it looked much more real compared to the drawings usually made by boys. After arriving at school, I walked into the classroom and when I arrived I found that there were already many people. Currently they seem to be studying and some are just sitting there playing with their cellphones. I immediately looked at Yuko's seat and it turned out that the person still hadn't arrived. Time goes so fast. Today I don't know why it feels like I keep feeling anxious for no reason. Apart from that, it was unusual for Yuko to miss school and there was no news at all. Currently, I am walking towards my house. On the way, I seemed to see boring scenery and I even felt disgusted by the sight of the people in this city. After that I took a deep breath.
"Good grief. What's wrong with me?” I muttered.
Day after day passed. I'm currently in class and as soon as I look at the window, I feel a little restless again. This time it was quite strong compared to what I felt a while ago. After that, I heard some news from people saying news. They talked about something bad might happen. After that, a girl came to see me and that person was none other than the next class girl named Sakura. We then talked near the classroom hallway and when I looked at this person, it seemed like this person was experiencing quite a complicated problem. I'm still waiting for what Sakura wants to tell me.
"Actually, I came to see you because I had something to tell you."
"What do you want to convey? just say it."
“To be honest I saw something terrible. But I don't want to assume anything strange. It's just that my gut feeling is never wrong.”
"What are you saying? Hunch? Wait, I don't understand.”
“Someone might be after your life. Or even my life. So, be careful.”
"What? you're not kidding, right? Don't scare me like that.”
“I never joke. I mean I'm not lying."
“Then, who is that someone? Who are you referring to?"
“I don't want to just say his name. No. Never mind, I'll go first."
“Hey, wait a minute. Ah, it's gone.”
After that day, I became more curious about what that person said. It feels strange and I don't even understand what I'm saying if I have a bad feeling. After I thought about something like that for a while, I started looking for some information on the forum page. Apart from that, I also often talk to other people and they don't know anything at all. It's been three weeks since Yuko still hasn't gone to school. I also visited his residence and it turned out that there were no people at all. Apart from that, I also asked people closest to him and they also didn't know anything.
"How strange, it's not like Yuko usually disappears like this," I muttered.
Until I discovered a terrible fact. That day, when it rained heavily. At that time I accidentally saw someone wearing a dark raincoat as if he was carrying something. It slowly caught my attention. At that time I followed the person and not long after that I arrived at a place that looked strange. This place is like a classic style building and after that it seems like you are reminded of a fairly familiar sight. At that time I remembered an angel statue but it was split and apparently in this place there was the same statue too. Not long after that I discovered a surprising clue. The painting that that person once made is in this place and looks very real and the ink smells of blood. When I tried to leave, unfortunately bad luck came my way.
"Oh my God," I said in surprise and I tried to wake up.
"What are you doing here?" said the person.
'Wait, this voice, like someone I know,' I thought and it turned out to be true. As soon as this person showed his face, it turned out to be Harumi.
I don't believe all this. These tragedies and even horrific acts were carried out by this person just to explore works of art. Once everything is revealed. On that day, I almost died. Luckily, I immediately called the police and when the police arrived, they immediately raided the place. I also didn't expect that two of my friends would become victims of that crazy girl's cruelty. At first I thought it was just a little girl and it turned out that person was a monster. One week after the incident, at school everyone was still talking about the tragedy and even they didn't expect it. Even though everything was over, I still felt tight in my chest.
'Hope you two are calm there,' I thought while looking at the window.