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The famous white girl at school

The combined elementary/junior/high school I went to was a boarding school way out in the countryside. It was rather old, and literally in the middle of the mountains. Cleaning the toilets was awful, and as summer got closer the drains always stank. These long, hairy, really creepy grubs were always lurking around as well, and getting rid of them was also important. We often saw tanukis, and even green pheasants. Several students had permission to work on their own field in the back garden as well. It was that kind of place.

Of course, being such a place, it was full of ghost stories as well. I mean, even the teachers often warned us about things. Anyhow, it was quite a while ago, but someone had apparently died at the school. It wasn’t an accident or anything, apparently it was a seizure. I’ve experienced a lot of things myself, but this particular story is about the famous white girl at our school.

Because we lived in dormitories, us students were all rather close to each other, so in the middle of the night we’d often gather to tell ghost stories. I was admitted during elementary school, and two of the third grade high school students who were there at the time (I’ll call them A-sempai and B-sempai) were really good at telling stories.

Our dorm was a five-floor building, and I was on the fourth. They didn’t even clean the fifth floor, and apparently the building sat there empty until we started using it. The place was creepy. There was graffiti everywhere, and even though there were those of us who went to the stairs landing to peek in, no-one was actually brave enough to enter. So there are things from school festivals and such that you’ll never use again but can’t bear to throw out, right? We had no more space for that, so we had to take it up to the fifth floor. The people who had to do that were A and B-sempai.

The two of them were close friends and very diligent, so they carried out the request promptly. They had to take the stuff to the first room on the fifth floor. But, they said, the dust was so bad that they had to stop for a while and clean up first. Not just that room, but the entire fifth floor. This was after school, so it was probably around 7 at night. Then something strange happened… or rather, they met with something strange in the room furthest from the stairs.

All the rooms in the dorms were built the same way, like, they were rectangular with space for the beds at both ends, and then study desks in the middle. There was a window opposite the door. So, when you open the door, you can immediately see the window. Of course the fifth floor wasn’t being used, so the curtain was closed.

First, A-sempai went inside to clean with a broom and dustpan. It was night, so it was dark. The room directly below on the fourth floor was hers, so light filtered in from outside. With just that to light the room, it was vaguely dim.

She said she realised something was up as soon as she entered. There was a gap between the floor and the bottom of the curtain, and in that gap she could see a white girl’s feet. She was wearing something that looked like a white one-piece dress that ended just above the knee. She couldn’t see the top half of her body because it was hidden behind the curtain.

But, having seen her legs, it was also possible that she was an intruder hiding in the room. But that wasn’t it. The proof that she wasn’t human was right before her eyes. Light filtered in through the curtain, dimly lighting the room. But the light was coming from behind the curtain, and the girl cast no shadow.

As soon as she realised the girl wasn’t human, she quickly closed the door. B-sempai, noticing that her friend was acting strange, asked her what was wrong. A-sempai explained what she’d seen and after the two of them discussed it a little more they decided that ‘no one should enter at night.’ Just like that, their plans to clean the fifth floor ended half-finished.

As they told us their story, the rest of us exchanged glances. Supposedly all that had taken place two years earlier, and since then several students had seen the girl wearing the white dress with increasing frequency.

I also saw her… I mean, about 20 people or so witnessed her. The common features of each sighting was her white skin and white dress (there were apparently cases where people couldn’t see the top half of her body however), she was a girl, and had long, straight black hair. She was like the standard template of a Japanese ghost. But, in most cases nobody felt any danger. Everyone agreed that it was like she was just wandering around.

But then the incident happened.

On the opposite side of the road leading out of the back gate of the school, there was a small shrine buried in the mountains. It had fallen into decline and no longer had any visitors, but perhaps rather than calling it a shrine, it would be better to say it was like a small depository for sacred objects. A really small shrine. It was past a plain old shrine gate at the top of a long, thin set of stairs. It had become a sort of rendezvous spot for the students while they were at the dorms.

One day, another of my seniors (I’ll call her C) went towards the small shrine. She just intended to pass some time there.

The girl in the white dress was standing before the stairs. She soon realised who she was and looked down so as not to meet her gaze. Of course, with her head down she could only see her feet. Even so, somehow she could sense that the girl was looking at her. C hurried back to the school gate and didn’t look back. She said that the entire way back to the school entrance she felt the girl’s gaze upon her back. Hearing her story, we tried to comfort C. “If it was just that girl, you’ll be alright.” Thinking back on it now, we said something irresponsible. C had definitely felt something dangerous about her.

The next day, C jumped from the fourth floor. But she didn’t die; by coincidence she landed on the roof of the hallway below, which the teachers explained acted like a cushion. But, C’s right arm was torn off at the shoulder. A few days later C explained that while she was looking out the window, she suddenly felt that girl’s gaze well up her back. She didn’t know what that meant exactly, but it was the best way to describe what she felt. She wanted to run away right then and there, but she couldn’t turn around, and then as a result she felt the gaze throw her out the window.

That girl is still in the dorms, especially on the fifth floor of my dorm. The biggest problem is that despite everything, the fifth floor underwent a large renovation and now has students living in bright rooms all lined up, one after the other. Sometimes when they open their eyes, the students say they can see something by the window. That girl’s feet.

Ever since C’s accident, it’s become a kind of tradition to inform the new students that if you ever see that girl, even for an instant, make sure not to go near her, don’t look at her, and make sure that she doesn’t notice you either. I heard on Facebook from some juniors that nothing has happened since that accident, but even so, the number of students that have seen her is constantly increasing.

 

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