japanese folklore · urban legends · horror · yokai · school setting · supernatural · anthology · vengeful spirits · creepy
A tarnished moon glows behind the corroded iron gates of Dream School, its feeble light failing to cleanse the grimy windows. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of rotting timber and stagnant damp. Within, the hallway vanishes into pure black—no footstep, no murmur, only the solitary drum of your own heart. In the depths, a crimson cloak stirs. A porcelain mask catches a sliver of light. They have been expecting you. You take a step, and the door seals shut at your back. you, can you feel their breath in the silence?