Ghost Hunt:Volume1 Chapter2

Chapter 2: Storm Warning

"If you’re interested in listening, I can briefly explain the circumstances?"

Mr. Shibuya says as he sits on the bench near the shrubs of the old school building.

"If I don’t listen, I won’t be able to do my job."

My voice was sullen. What a thing to be caught up in.

"The principal heard that the old school building is haunted so a week ago he asked me to come investigate.

Now apparently he wants to rebuild the gymnasium. For that he wants the old school building demolished."

Ah, come to think of it, that was written in the pamphlet I got at the time of my admission into the school. Soon, a big gymnasium will be built.

"However, it seems that the many times in the past they had tried to demolish the old school building, they had to stop the demolition because of the accidents that happened."

"Ah, and they wanted an investigation so they asked you?"

"That’s how it is."

"I see, and so you transferred schools for that?"

You went through a lot of trouble.

But Mr. Shibuya is staring at me with contempt.

"Who said I was transferring for the investigation?"

"But…yesterday, you said you were a transfer student."

"When I said ‘something like that’ and intended to be ambiguous?"

……Certainly……

"That is what I said."

"Liar."

I said in a small voice.

Mr. Shibuya gave me a frosty look.

"You were going to tell ghost stories. That’s why."

"I see. When we were telling ghost stories you might have brought up the old school building story, right? Then if you did that, it would be collecting information."

"Oh, so you have more wisdom than a monkey?"

Mr. Shibuya said impressed.

You jerk. Don’t compare a person with their ancestors and ancestry.

"I was collecting the rumors between the students.

　Yesterday when you were telling ghost stories, did a story about the old school building come up?" "Yeah, but Michiru told it."

"What’s the story? Can you remember it?"

'Did you not forget it?' his tone seems to say.

"I still remember it, I’m not so out of it that I can forget what happened yesterday."

Hmph. Rude jerk.

"Weeellll……"

"Wait."

Mr. Shibuya inserted a hand into the inside pocket of his black jacket. He pulled out a small tape recorder.

Begin,"

He said as he pushed the record button.

Hmm. Well isn’t that interesting.

Despite what I was really thinking, I began talking about what Michiru had told me concerning the old school building.