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Ayla K
3rd Sept. 2024
So I joined this institute about 5 months ago, on 12th April. Life has been quite peaceful this year, to be honest. Well, it had been. Though there was this really annoying girl, I'll just refer to her as Hershey. Okay never mind, I'll just start the story from today.
I went to the washroom to wash my face after the exam. I was the first to complete the exam, so no one had been on the first floor for the past three hours. The exam was supposed to be taken from 8 AM to 11 AM, but some administrators and officials came, so the exam was postponed to 1 PM. I don't know yet what the reason was. My higher-ups had come. I remember seeing a police officer walking in the corridor.
Well, so I went to the washroom around 3:50 in the afternoon. The door was stuck. I could sense a warm scent from inside. I had to push hard before the door finally opened. The door creaked open with a low, grating sound, like rusty hinges straining after years of neglect, though it had only been around three hours or less.
The washroom was dimly lit, with flickering dim lights casting long, uneven shadows across the cracked tiles. The air was heavy with humidity, making the walls sweat, while the faint odour of mildew and phenyl mixed with the unsettling warmth of the sweet, intoxicating scent. The mirrors, cracked for the past three months and streaked with grime, reflected warped images of the room, making it feel even more calm and abandoned.
I walked towards the other corner and, damn. Viola! (or I don't know if that's the right expression to use) The girl I'd hated the most at the institute, lay with her eyes closed with a puddle of blood underneath her. I, being a girl, obviously knew what a decent amount of blood smelled like. But, this was different. This smell felt…good? It was pleasant, that was for sure. I was fucking intoxicated.
Was it sweet, metallic or musky? I guess it was a mix of all. It didn't contrast much with the usual sterile smell of the washroom. It just added another similar feeling.
I couldn't quite remember what my reaction was to seeing her body. I was surprised, obviously. I can't remember any nausea or grief. Maybe I was too surprised to feel anything at that moment? I don't really know. Well, after all, it was my first time seeing a dead body. I don't know man, it feels kinda weird saying all this so casually, but that's how the state of my mind is right now. It is kinda messed up, not because of the encounter I had today, but because of me being calm and more excited about the aroma instead of noticing the fact a fucking dead body was lying right beneath my feet.
Hershey was wearing a sweater along with our uniform. Her face was...I don't really know. It seemed both peaceful and contorted. I don't think there were any signs of struggles or injuries. It all seemed..alluring. There were no scars. Just her huge body and the blood. No skin damage, no signs of struggles, okay I guess I'm repeating myself.
The blood was thin. I mean, I think it's just her blood that's diluted. I've seen thicker and darker blood, but hers was light red. It had started to dry on the floor near the edges, so I guess it hadn't been long. It takes around 2-3 minutes for the blood on a knife to completely dry, as from what I remember, but seeing the height of blood on the floor, I guess it hadn't been past half an hour. Well, this shit ain't my part. I'll fill in the record when the detectives find out what exactly had happened.
Beside her, the stall that had been locked for the past two years was now wide open.
Now, that was a surprise.
Just four days ago, my curiosity had gotten the better of me. Frustrated and impatient, I climbed up the adjacent stall to get a peek inside. The stalls are open at the top, but they stand about twelve feet high. At 5'6, simply standing on the commode wasn't enough. I had to wedge myself between the walls, pressing my feet on either side and using one hand to balance while my friend held the other hand. Even then, I could only see part of the stall, so I came back the next day with a plan—snuck in my phone to take a picture of the rest.
Guess what, the door was fucking locked from the inside. Like no way anyone could have done that from outside the stall. There was no latch on the outside, just a simple bolt that could only be slid manually from within. It didn't make any sense. I told a few friends about it, and naturally, some kids started spinning tales about it being "paranormal." I laughed it off—I don't believe in ghosts or any of such shit
But now, seeing the stall open, with that girl lying in her own blood, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something was gonna happen.
So yeah, let's see. I'll keep updating this record.
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M.J
6th Sept. 2024
Dear Diary, everything is just so messed up. Ever since they found that girl dead in the school washroom, it's like my whole life's spiraling. Ayla told me she was the only one who actually saw the body, and the way she described it? It sounded... like something out of a horror movie. Gruesome, like not normal. I still can't wrap my head around it.
Oh, and by the way, I still don't get this whole diary thing. Me and Ayla made this weird pact where we write our own entries but promise not to read each other's parts. Seems kinda pointless, but whatever, I'll go along with it.
Anyway, back to the dead girl—like, is this even real life? Stuff like this only happens in Netflix shows or horror movies, right? Not in our school, not in real life. But I guess this is our messed-up reality now.
Hershey. Yeah, that's the name of the girl who died. I mean, she was kind of an annoying bitch, always getting on everyone's nerves, but this? She definitely didn't deserve to end up like that. It's crazy how the officials still have no suspects. No clues, nothing.
Part of me wants to play detective, like figure this out myself, but honestly, I don't know much about her. Hershey wasn't really someone I talked to or cared about, so it's not like I have any secret insight or anything. But still... it's weird how no one knows a damn thing. Feels like a mystery waiting to be solved.
Anyway, here I am, on the bus to school, listening to some 80's British music like I'm a middle-aged white dude or something. Not that I mind, it's kind of relaxing. But can you believe it's already September? The wind feels different, like it's carrying some kind of essence with it. The roads look thicker, and all those dead leaves? Yeah, they're starting to grow back now.
I wish I could just sit back and enjoy the weather, you know? Just chill. But of course, school's a thing, ruining the mood as usual. And honestly, I can't shake off this weird feeling that something bad's about to go down. Like, seriously, something's coming... I just don't know what.
Maybe it's because of that door, the one that opened the day Hershey was found dead. Ayla told me about it—the bathroom stall in the girls' washroom that had been locked for years from the inside. No one ever used it. She even showed me a video where she climbed up on the flush to peek inside. Weird thing? It was super clean, but also kind of broken, like something wasn't right.
At first, I made all these crazy ass theories just for fun, you know, like it's some kind of horror movie scene. But now? Now I'm starting to think… maybe it wasn't all that crazy after all. Could it actually be real?
Honestly, dear diary, I really think everything that's happening has something to do with that door. I can't shake the feeling, even though I haven't even been near it. Just thinking about it gives me chills. I mean, it's probably just my brain playing tricks, right? I'm probably overthinking all of this, like always. But still… something about that stall feels off, like it's part of the whole Hershey thing.
Sigh~ I guess I'm done with today's entry. All I talked about was Hershey, but I mean, I guess she deserves some attention for once—even if her nose was grossly ugly and she had that super annoying high-pitched voice. Still, a part of me really wants to play detective, just for once, and figure this out. Maybe then things will make sense.
~3~
Ayla K
7th Sept. 2024
Honestly, I don't know what I'm doing, I have no idea at all. I'm clueless, like the fuck is going on in my life? I'm confused like ninety per cent of the time. In fact, I've reached such a level of braindead that it takes me around five seconds to realise that I'm Ayla when someone mentions my name in the open.
Another thing, I can't find satisfaction in anything. Porn, gore, nothing.
Well, I don't know what I'm exactly gonna record today, but I have to write something. I think the only thing which could satisfy me right now is hardcore porn and gore…but in real life. Just watching ain't gonna help anymore.
It's been four days since Hershey passed away. The authorities are stumbling around, fumbling in the dark, and yet couldn't seem to find a single suspect. The only footprints they found were mine, which I'm glad that they didn't take me into suspicion. The CCTV cameras—thank God—cleared me.
I don't know if it's true or not, but I've heard that the post-mortem examination revealed that the cause of death was a myocardial infarction, commonly referred to as a heart attack.
It's understandable to be surprised by the autopsy results, especially given the amount of blood at the scene. Though it's possible that she suffered a heart attack and then fell, causing the head injury, the extent of the blood showed otherwise. The fall was likely more severe than initially thought. But taking the amount of blood into consideration, I'm pretty sure that her head was banged to the floor at least four to five times.
It's all just too much. I can't get away from it.
The kids are at it again, spreading some bullshit rumour that it's the 'ghost' from the locked stall. Honestly, it's just more fucking nonsense, and I'm so damn tired of hearing it.
And about Hershey… God, where do I even start? All I remember is that she was bullied for her nose, and honestly, I don't blame them—it was fucking disgusting. Every time I saw her, I had to look away. And then there was her whole obsession with this one guy, let's call him 'Aaron.' She was constantly bitching about him like she couldn't go five minutes without bringing him up. It's like, he didn't even care about her, but she just kept whining, throwing passive-aggressive comments every time he was around. I don't know what her fucking deal was, but man, she was so damn annoying. Every little thing turned into some dramatic complaint. It was exhausting just being in the same room with her.
Aaron isn't just human—he's perfect, flawless, almost god-like in every possible way. I don't care what anyone says, especially not Hershey with her constant whining and pathetic jealousy. She was always bitching about him, nitpicking every single thing he did like she had some right to complain about him. Aaron! He's everything! She'd go on and on about how he didn't deserve what he had, how he wasn't special, but she was so fucking wrong. Aaron is special. He's more than special—he's perfect. The guy's a genius. How could she not see that?
I fucking love Aaron. He's brilliant. No, more than brilliant—he's a genius, way beyond anyone else. The way he talks, the way he moves, how he dominates at sports—it's mesmerising. He understands things about people, about life, that no one else can even touch. He's always one step ahead of everyone, and it's like he knows everything before it even happens. And he's so damn nice to people, too, in this almost untouchable, perfect way.
He's the only thing that matters. I think about him constantly, every second. How can someone be so perfect? How can someone like Hershey even dare to criticise him? She's nothing compared to him. Every time she opens her mouth to complain about him, it makes my skin crawl. She doesn't understand. No one understands him like I do. Aaron is everything, and I'll defend him until my last breath.
I JUST FUCKING LOVE HIM.
Right now, I find myself muttering, talking to no one but the empty room, trying to make sense of things. And then it hit me—Hershey's death... it wasn't just a coincidence. It was a sign, a sacrifice, a devotion to something far greater. To Aaron. He's practically a god, and it all made sense. Her death was a necessary step, a cleansing of the filth that dared to stand against him.
I realised then that I had a purpose. Hershey was just the beginning. If there are others—people who think they can talk behind Aaron's back, who wish ill on him, who even doubt his perfection—they need to be removed. One by one, I will clear the path. I will devote myself entirely to Aaron, to him, to making sure nothing stands in his way. I'm an atheist, but now I get why people would go so far for 'religion'.
And if that means I have to eliminate anyone who dares to challenge him, then so fucking be it. It's not even a question anymore—I've already made up my mind. I'll cut them down, one by one, anyone who doesn't see Aaron for the god he is. Every last one of them will pay. And you know what? I'm going to enjoy it. Watching them fall, watching the fear in their eyes as they realise they messed with the wrong person—HAH! This is the devotion Aaron deserves, and I'll make sure no one gets in his way ever again.