It is said that there is a very scary legend in St. Cherry High School, that is a story passed down ten years ago about hearing the song "Black Sunday", people will soon die, this is a topic that people dare not mention ......Austin heard this legend before transferring to the school, but he did not believe that there will be such a thing happened, he wanted to know this He wanted to know what kind of secret it was that would happen on campus
. He saw a girl who was in a trance and kept looking back, but there was nothing there. The new student, Aaron, is a very helpful class president, and he is happy to help him out. " Aaron said, "You don't have to care about her, she is that way, all day the soul of the person's personality is withdrawn, not even a friend, I heard she was not like this before, but then somehow." A year ago Gabrielle was also a lively and cheerful child, since she came to Saint Cherry, she has been haunted by this legend. It made her unable to sleep leading to a trance in which she saw a thin, wet-haired person with a pale girl looking at her in her dreams. She was awakened by this nightmare, and when she got out of bed to pour water, the window was scraped open, and when she was about to close it, she saw a girl exactly like the one in her dream.
She was so scared that she couldn't scream and rushed out of the room. As she ran down the hallway, she sprained her foot and fell to the ground, hearing the sound of water ticking louder and louder. She tried to crawl forward, but when she looked up and saw the white object shaking in front of her, she fainted from fear. The next day, she opened her eyes and saw herself lying in the hospital. She didn't dare to think about what happened last night. She went to the bathroom and saw blood on the mirror and the floor.
She tried to run out and the door wouldn't open. She screamed before a hospital nurse found someone trapped in the bathroom. When the door opened Gabrielle immediately rushed out, not wanting to stay here a moment longer, she called her family to get her out of the hospital. It had been bothering her for a year.
She is now more emotionally stable than before. When she came to school again, she heard Katelyn from the next class and Avery talking about a strange incident at St. Cherry's ten years ago, the heroine is called Trinity is very fond of music and good at creating virginal talent, she wrote a song "Black Sunday", it is said that she found out her boyfriend cheated on her on Sunday, her parents were killed in a car accident on that day, she couldn't think of anything and jumped into the sea not long after. She jumped into the sea. Her boyfriend died a few days later when he fell off a mountain during a hike. Katelyn said, "I'm going to go back and listen to this song and hear how horrible it is," and Avery said, "If something like this happened, I'd rather believe it than not believe it. When Gabrielle arrived at school the next day, she heard that Katelyn had died of a sudden heart attack, so Gabrielle became even more frightened and found her way to a small pond in the school, where the water was bubbling.
She approached the pond and saw that there was nothing strange. When she was about to turn around, a hand suddenly came out of the water and grabbed Gabrielle, she resisted and broke free and ran to a crowded area ...... Since then she has been withdrawn and reluctant to talk to people. Austin felt that she gave him a different feeling and he started to pay attention to everything about her and actively seek him out. Gabrielle, but Gabrielle just ignored him...and this went on for a long time. "Should I trust him? Will he think I'm a mentally ill person?" Gabrielle's thoughts. She found Austin and told him what she was afraid of. He said, "I believe what you're saying is true, and I will help you." They found the information left behind before and discovered that the deceased was named Trinity and found the lyrics of a song she had left behind. Blood gradually appeared on the paper of the lyrics
They found something floating around in front of them and saw the blood-stained eyes of Trinity, who looked sad and angry staring at them as Trinity gradually approached them. Austin didn't want Gabrielle to get hurt, so he went to save her, but Trinity used her hair to hang Austin from the roof. The roof was covered with hair, which kept growing like vines. When the police investigated the murder, there were no clues, but they also found out that there was a survivor who was killed together. By this time Gabrielle was a demented and dumb person, but no one would believe a dumb person.
No one would believe a fool. Others only know that there is a freshman who just transferred to this school and died for unknown reasons, no one knows the real reason of ...... in later no one mentioned this incident, and no one has heard the song "Black Sunday" ......
About the Creator
Claderova
Different youth, the same confusion. However, youth will grow and confusion will dissipate. After the night, the sun rises as usual!
Peanuts and Crackerjack
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