It was a warm autumn day in 1986 when the small, unassuming town of Good Hills, Kyoto was shaken to its core by a heinous act of cruelty. A young teacher named Hori, who had been teaching at the local high school for just a few years, was discovered to have thrown her own baby from the second-story window of her classroom during school hours. The incident caused a stir throughout the community, with everyone from parents to students to the faculty expressing their disbelief and horror at what had occurred.
Hori was promptly arrested and charged with murder, but even after she was sentenced to life in prison, rumors continued to circulate about the incident. Some people whispered that Hori had been driven to madness by her husband's infidelity, while others speculated that she had always been a little bit unstable. But there was one story that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it: the story of the evil baby ghost that haunted the school.
According to the legend, the baby that Hori had thrown from the window never really left the school. Instead, its spirit remained behind, lurking in the shadows and waiting for unsuspecting students to cross its path. Some students claimed to have seen the ghostly apparition, while others claimed to have felt its cold breath on their necks or heard its eerie cries in the still of the night. But regardless of what they claimed to have experienced, one thing was for sure: the evil baby ghost was not to be trifled with.
Over the years, the story of the ghost became more and more entrenched in the folklore of the town. Parents would warn their children not to stay in the school after hours, and teachers would avoid certain parts of the building altogether. And yet, despite everyone's best efforts to avoid the ghost, it seemed as though the evil baby had a mind of its own. It would appear when it wanted to, scaring unsuspecting students and teachers alike.
One student, a timid girl named Saki, had always been afraid of the ghost stories. But one day, as she was gathering her things to leave school, she realized that she had left her notebook in her locker. Despite her fear, she knew that she had to retrieve it. As she walked down the dark hallway towards her locker, she felt a cold breeze brush past her. She shuddered, but kept walking.
As she reached her locker, she heard a faint whimpering sound coming from behind her. She turned around and saw a pale, ghostly figure floating in the air. It was the evil baby ghost. Saki tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat. She was frozen with fear.
The ghostly figure floated closer and closer to her, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Saki could feel its cold breath on her face. She closed her eyes, waiting for the worst.
But nothing happened. When she opened her eyes again, the ghost was gone. Saki breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed her notebook from her locker. As she walked back down the hallway, she felt a sense of unease. She knew that the evil baby ghost was still out there, waiting for its next victim.
Over the years, the legend of the evil baby ghost only grew stronger. More and more students claimed to have seen it, and some even claimed that it had started to follow them home. The school tried to deny the existence of the ghost, but everyone knew that it was real. And with every passing year, the ghost seemed to become more and more malevolent.
One day, a group of students decided to investigate the legend of the evil baby ghost for themselves. They waited until the school had closed for the day, and then snuck back inside. They wandered through the dark
and quiet hallways, their hearts pounding with fear and excitement. They had heard that the ghost liked to haunt the old music room, so they made their way there.
As they approached the room, they heard a faint sound. It was a baby's cry. They froze, unsure of what to do. They had all heard the stories, but they had never imagined that the ghost would actually be there.
Slowly, they pushed the door open and peered inside. The room was dark, with only a few rays of moonlight streaming in through the windows. And in the corner, they saw it. The evil baby ghost.
It was just as they had imagined it. A pale, ghostly figure with glowing eyes and a cold breath. The baby's cries grew louder and more desperate as they approached it, and they could feel the chill of its presence wash over them.
Suddenly, one of the students had an idea. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a small toy. It was a stuffed animal, a cute little bear. She held it out to the ghost, hoping that it would calm it down.
To their amazement, the ghost reached out and took the bear. Its cries grew softer, and its eyes seemed to dim. For a moment, it looked almost peaceful.
But then, just as suddenly, the ghost vanished. The students were left standing in the dark music room, the only sound the echo of the ghost's cries still ringing in their ears.
After that night, the legend of the evil baby ghost began to fade. Some students still claimed to see it, but most dismissed it as just a story. And yet, the memory of that night stayed with the students who had dared to confront the ghost. They knew that it had been real, and that it had been crying out for help.
Years later, one of those students, now a grown woman, returned to the school. She walked through the hallways, marveling at how much had changed since her time as a student. But as she reached the old music room, she felt a chill run down her spine.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was just as she remembered it, dark and quiet. But as she looked around, she saw something that made her heart skip a beat.
In the corner of the room, she saw the same stuffed bear that the ghost had taken from her all those years ago. It was tattered and worn, but unmistakable. She smiled, knowing that the ghost was still there, watching over the school and its students.
And as she walked out of the music room, she felt a sense of peace. She knew that the evil baby ghost was still out there, but she also knew that it wasn't as malevolent as people had thought. It was just a lost soul, crying out for help. And she hoped that, somewhere, it had finally found the peace it had been searching for all these years.