A story from high school
There was a guy named A in our class. He was a nice and serious guy, but he was the type who often gets teasted.
He seemed to think it was a good thing, and we were having a good time.
When the school festival was over, we decided to have a party with the class.
We all had dinner together, and afterwards we decided to have fireworks at a nearby park in the ruins of a castle.
When the fireworks were over, one of the participants suggested that we do a “liver test.”
In that park, there was a large seated Buddha statue.
When I walked around the back of the statue, there was a staircase going down to the buttocks, with a door at the back.
Rumor has it that people who died in the war are buried in the door.
There were various stories that mummies were displayed in the door.
At that time, we talked about going there.
Perhaps because it was dark, the Buddha statue itself gave off a creepy vibe.
And when I went around to the back side of the statue, it seemed even darker.
However, the high school students, who were excited, decided to go in with a groove.
At that moment, A suddenly said, “I can’t. I’m not going to do it. I can’t. Let’s not do it. I don’t want to.”
I was taking the initiative in messing with A at the time, and I thought he was joking.
“What? Are you that curious about what’s inside?” I rushed A.
The other classmates got in on the act and half-heartedly pushed A to the front of the pack.
I opened the door and pulled in behind A. The door was padlocked, but the lock itself was not locked.
I was able to open the door normally.
I pushed A back and pushed my way inside.
I remember it was dusty and dank inside.
To be honest, I was a little scared too, so I kept putting my hand on A’s back like I was pushing him.
The stairs were surprisingly long, and there was a part of me that was excited, “Is this a huge basement?
At that moment, A-kun’s back left my hand. He seemed to speed up his steps.
Before I could finish saying, “Hey, you better hurry up or you’ll be in danger!”
Obviously, I heard something like a thick cry from the front, something like “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
It wasn’t A’s screams by any stretch of the imagination, but more importantly, we were scared.
We hurriedly turned back the way we had come. It wasn’t intricate, so we got out sooner than we thought.
After we got out, for some reason, everyone ran away in the other direction.
I was scared, so I went back to the place where I had just seen fireworks with my friends who were nearby, and they were talking about how scared they were.
I stayed there for a while, but some of them didn’t come back,
A-kun was one of the ones who did not come back.
We broke up that day and we went home.
Before leaving, my friends and I went to see the door of the Buddha statue again.
The door was closed. It seems impossible in retrospect, but at the time I thought someone had closed the door.
I went home and took a bath.
After bathing, I looked at my cell phone and saw that I had received a call from a number I had never seen before.
Two calls from the same number.
Was it from someone I hadn’t registered? “Well, if they need me, they will call again,” I thought and went to bed that day.
When I went to school the next day, I found all the familiar faces from the day before.
The guys who had run away also came to school, and they were all talking about the previous day’s conversation.
However, A-kun was the only one who did not come to school.
We were saying some random things like, “Maybe he’s mad about yesterday,” “Maybe he’s too scared to go out,” and so on.
But he didn’t come to school for three days.
During that time, he continued to receive calls from unknown numbers.
However, the incoming calls were always when I did not have my cell phone with me.
When I told this story to my friends at school, they said, “That’s A’s number, isn’t it?”
I thought to myself, “I didn’t tell A-kun that number, and if he’s going to call me, he should come to school.”
Three days later, A finally showed up at school.
Everyone teased him and worried about him.
A was making the usual jokes and responding as usual.
But everyone noticed one thing was different.
No facial expression. He never laughed or got angry. Always expressionless.
Since then, A-kun has been expressionless.
During class, he stares at the lectern without taking out his textbook.
When we talk, only A doesn’t engage.
When we talked about things like, “Oh, by the way, that time…” he either didn’t remember or started to say something obviously different.
And so it goes on like that until graduation.
In the end, A didn’t change until graduation.
Strangely enough, no one knew what he was going to do after graduation.
Even after a while after graduation, I continued to receive calls from A.
Frankly speaking, I was so creeped out that I blocked all incoming calls. Even so, the calls remained in my history.
One day, I changed my cell phone and forgot to set it up.
I received another incoming call. What was different was that there was a voicemail.
I was a little curious, so I listened.
Nothing but a “Soo…” sound like an intake of breath the whole time.
I got really creeped out and tried to turn it off, and just as I spoke it out of my ear, I thought I heard something.
I got curious and played it again, and this time I could hear it.
“It’s your fault.”
I regretted it.
It sounded as if a voice changer had been used.
It was then that I finally realized that Mr. A was angry. He was angry that I had let him take the lead at that time.
No, maybe something inside the Buddha statue is angry with me.
Five years later, the calls are still coming in.
