It's been a week since the incident happened. I still can't believe it. How could someone do such a thing? And to their own best friend? It's Like something out of a horror movie.

I remember the day it happened. We were all in class, just like any other day. But then we heard screaming coming from the hallway. We all rushed out to see what was happening, and that's when we saw the body. It was lying there, lifeless, with blood pooling around it.

At first, we didn't know who it was. But then we saw the killer. It was our classmate, the one who had always been so quiet and reserved. Nobody could believe it. How could someone do unassuming do something so terrible?

The police came and took him away. We were all questioned, but nobody had any answers. We didn't know what could have driven him to do something like this.

But then strange things started happening. People would hear whispers in the hallway , or see shadows moving in the corner of their eye. Some people even claimed to have seen the ghost of the victim, haunting the school.

I didn't believe in ghosts at first. But then I started to experience things myself. I would hear footsteps in the empty hallway, or feel a cold breeze brush past me when nobody else was around.

And then, last night, I saw it. I saw the ghost of our classmate, the one who had been killed. It was standing in front of me, staring at me with empty eyes. And then it vanished, leaving me alone in the darkness. I don't know what to do. I'm scared to go back to school, scared of what I might see or hear. But I can't just stay away forever. I need to find out what happened, and why. Maybe then the ghost will finally be able to rest in peace.

I went to the school library and did some research. I found out that a student had indeed killed their best friend in the school years ago. The student had disappeared after the incident, and no one knew what had happened to them. The victim's best friend had also disappeared soon after.

I'm starting to feel paranoid. Every time I turn around I feel like someone is watching me. I can't shake off this feeling that I'm being followed. It's like I'm being haunted by the ghost of my friend who was killed. I know it sounds crazy, but I can't help but feel like he's trying to tell me something.

It's getting worse. I keep hearing strange noises in the hallway at night. I tried to ignore it, but it's getting harder and harder to do so. I feel like I'm being watched all the time. I don't know what to do. I'm scared.

She's here. I can feel her presence. I don't know how to explain it, but I know she's here. I can hear her whispering my name. I'm so scared. I don't want to end up like my friend. He was so young, and he had so much potential. Why did he have to die?

I can hear her now too. She's angry. She's so angry. I can feel his rage. I know She wants revenge. I know She wants to kill me. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared. I don't want to die. I don't want to end up like my friend.

She's here! She's coming to kill me! Help me! Someone, please help me!

I thought I was dead, but when I woke up, I found myself deep in the maze, with a door tightly closed behind me. I have seven colours of chalk in my hand, and as long as I take out one of them, the colour on the ground will shine.

I suddenly heard a howling sound in the distance, and I am very confident that there must be a monster inside. I must be cautious, but I am already afraid that I'm about to cry out.

BUT IT'S NO USE STAYING HERE. I HAVE TO LEAVE HERE!

I have been walking here for a while, and I'm almost exhausted. I hope someone can appear and help me. At this moment someone patted me on the shoulder. I was startled.

I turned my head. It turned out to be an ordinary girl. She told me that she was also trapped here. I am very pleased to have someone to accompany me.

At this moment the monster suddenly appeared, holding my hand and running away hard.

But when I took out the chalk, I noticed something unusual about this girl. She kept guiding me around these glowing areas. Monster no longer chase us. I immediately shook off her hand.

Who the hell are you? You're not an ordinary person, are you? What is your purpose?

She suddenly burst out laughing, her laughter sharp, and her story flashed through my mind. Originally, she was misdiagnosed as a mental patient and imprisoned in a mental hospital where she suffered torture.

Finally, she killed the doctor at the hospital and fled to this school. But she later discovered that there was an inseparable relationship between this school and the hospital, which means that the school and the hospital conspired to make students become mentally ill and then conducted strange research.

Originally, her best friend was not killed by her. The hospital sent someone to dress up as her and take her best friend to the hospital for research.

I grabbed her hand, it's not your fault. Thank you for letting me know. She disappeared, but I still haven't left here. Perhaps there were too many undead spirits at school that caused this maze to appear.

It took me a long time to finally escape from this maze, and I connected all my experiences the outside world. Finally both the hospital and the school were sealed down.

But those kind people have all left. And these two buildings, too many ghosts, no one dares to approach.

But these days, some strange people have entered these buildings. I don't know what their purpose is, they seem to be well-known professionals in society.

End