Pepe
The statue was cold to the touch. Until last week, it was stored in the very dark corner of the storeroom. No one dared to approach it, no one dared to disturb it in its deep slumber. This morning, for some reason, it appeared in the entrance of the school, as if to guard an important object stored in the depths of the school.
'Maybe it was a prank,' I thought, but who would have gone though the trouble and dragged the cumbersome statue out of its station and place it in front of the school. And one top of which, there were no traces no metal found on the floor. The plate supporting the statue was also missing.
There's no way it would move on its own.
As if ghosts actually exist in this world, moreover, a statue. I look out the window to observe the statue from the second floor. The intense heat seems to be melting it down into a metal green liquid.
A pair of eyes are staring at me.
My eyes widen.
It's staring at me.
I stood as still as a statue as I observed the blood trickling down the stairs. His head hanged in mid air, eyes wide open as if staring at something distance. He was as still as a doll, breathless, motionless.
As tension continues to develop in the small room, one's ability to breathe becomes harder. No one dared to twitch even a little as their boss stared at them intensely, waiting anxiously for what awaits them.
I was instructed to record all the information I have collected on the timeline. It was one of the tasks that bothered me the most, but I have no choice but to finish the task regardless of how unwilling I am.
As the murky clouds cover the sky, everything in my vision becomes indistinct. The silhouettes of moving crowds appear as millions of shadows pinned to the beautiful background of a blend of violet and blue colour.