To say here is far, and to call yonder nearby. Stories on the edge of the every day, strange tales you may or may not be moved by. Strange, curious, fantastic stories told by me, you, him and her. There are many stories but they’re all concluded within a single page, each story around 200 to 1200 characters in length, a short story collection you can easily read. Please enjoy them. Updated every Saturday at 6pm.
A girl sat on a bench beneath the second floor cafeteria that overlooked the school grounds. She had sleek, short hair, and always sat there alone, watching students come and go. She wasn’t someone I’d ever met in class or club, so I never bothered her, but she was the first thing that caught my eye during lunchtimes, so I was intrigued by her. One time our eyes met while I was looking at her, and all I could do was avert my gaze.
Several months passed, and after the end of the summer holidays, she had made a friend. As usual, it was lunchtime as I went to the cafeteria when I saw her. The two of them were sitting on the same bench together. But, as awful as it sounds, her friend didn’t make a very good impression on me. Even though she was a girl, her clothes were slovenly, and her hair was long, but it seemed more than it was unkempt than anything else. To be entirely honest, it was like she had no sense of hygiene.
I brought it up with a friend I always ate lunch with.
“Ah, the long haired girl? Lately she’s always sitting there. We have a few classes together, but she kinda freaks me out. We’ve never actually spoken to each other, but…”
It appeared it wasn’t just my impression of her that was bad.
“Even so, they say that a ghost sits over there, you know. Although that girl herself looks more like a ghost than anything else.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ah, you haven’t heard? Every now and then someone sits on that bench that nobody from any department knows. Of course, there’s no real way to confirm that nobody knows who it is. You’re always looking that way, aren’t you? I thought you knew the story and were trying to see the ghost.”
So, the girl I was looking at was… I turned and looked outside again. The girl with long hair was whispering something to the other girl, trying to be friendly. So, she could see her as well.
Suddenly, the short-haired girl looked up towards me. I didn’t have time to look away. She continued staring at me, her eyes pleading for help.