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Hello, fellow readers. What I'm about to tell you is the absolute truth. It may come with sorrow, horror, some happiness, and mystery. It may be dumbfounded and beyond any belief. In short, I would say that these "Monsters" do exist, and they are hidden in your daily lives. Maybe it could be your next-door neighbors, your relatives, your friends, or it could be your ancestors. Still, you have to wonder; once they become monsters, are they truly evil beings? Do they become creatures and be the worst because they want to? Or is it all a big misunderstanding? Before I continue, if you are the type of reader who likes to read some boring story where everyone has a perfect little life, I suggest you stop reading this instant. Because in this story, it's not where a prince will save a princess from a warlock or an orphan girl who can dance around in the city, granting wishes for eternal happiness. If you are the type of reader that wants to know the absolute truth, then I welcome you. We're going to look at the past to understand why I'm giving you a warning. Let's look back to the year 2003, on August 25th. In a suburban town, there was a school named Thomas Ongay Elementary. On a normal sunny day with no clouds in the sky. An ordinary neighborhood where you can walk around with no care. Inside an everyday school where normal kids go to classes. Just normal. Boring. Everyday. Life. How it should be. If only it stayed that way a little longer, but let's focus now on the classroom. There was a teacher named Ms. Mary who was teaching math to her 16 students. Some were paying attention, while others weren't.

"Class, this will be on the quiz for next month. So study and don't worry; it won't be that hard. If you have questions, I'm always there to help." She lectured while pointing at the chalkboard. It was just basic multiplication and division lessons for these 5th graders. Like the basics of all basics. One student let out a groan and rolled her eyes. I don't think she was in pain.

"Miss Mary..." The girl, Alex, asked. "...can we skip the quiz and plan for a field trip?"

"No, Alex... and it's too early to plan for the first semester."

"Teacher!" A boy, Huey, complained. "Jake said that I look ugly!"

"No, I said that your jacket looks ugly."

"Can I eat my food now, teacher?"

When the teacher cleared her throat --loudly-- every student knew there was too much noise in class. They quieted down and focused on the lesson. "Alright, class! The next assignment will be..."

Although I'm not here to give you a math course for this part, we have to pay more attention to what's happening in class. As I said before, one of the students was distracted. A kid with golden quiff hair and a blue jacket has been acting strange. This student wasn't focusing on the teacher's words or looking at the chalkboard. He heard whispers. It wasn't some mundane voice, but rather...

Tura'no dan.

Tura'no dan.

Tura'no dan.

This kid started searching for the source of the strange noises. He thought one of his classmates was pulling a prank, so he turned around to look at the student behind him. Without a thought, the brat slammed the boy's desk.

"Hey, quit making that!" He shouted. The boy from behind got startled.

"O-of what?"

"By that weird "datudad" thing! What does that even mean anyway?!"

"I- I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't say anything." He looked confused.

The two gained the teacher's attention with their commotion, resulting in her confronting them. "Darren, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Ms. Mary folded her arms. Darren looked up at the teacher, and his attitude changed when he saw her serious expression.

He murmured, "No teacher. I thought he was playing a prank on me."

"Jason is paying attention to the class, Darren. The only thing that was a prank was you making a scene. Now no more fooling around and focus on the class!" She uttered to him in a stern voice.

Ms. Mary returned to the front of the classroom, leaving Darren alone. As he looked around at the other classmates, they stared at him. He felt embarrassed by that dumb move. Now the whole class would think he was crazy. He heard whispers, but it couldn't have been Jason's voice. More precisely, the whisper sounded different than Jason's. Maybe his mind was tricking him? Darren shook his head. He was probably just tired from last night's video game session. So the kid put his thoughts aside and focused on the class. Though he wasn't overly thrilled with the idea of "focusing" on his studies, Darren sulked. He wished the class was over already. Great. What else could go wrong? He thought.

Naiko idahuli.

Naiko idahuli.

Tuei do bu hamaro tan?

Naiko idahuli.

Naiko idahuli.

Ikiraku'no ibira aba ibidahu.

Darren was alarmed. Is that strange voice again! It wasn't an illusion after all. But where are these whispers coming from? He looked at his classmates once more. All of them were acting normally. Why does no one react to these noises? There's something wrong with them. Panicking, Darren started anxiously. Out of nowhere, a sudden chill got through to his body. It felt cold air as if winter had come. And yet, it's still summer. Not even his jacket was warming him. He started to feel sick. That kid felt nauseous and wanted to throw up. He tried to raise a hand to tell the teacher, but he stopped right there with his left arm. Felt something moving. It's wiggling on its own. Darren was petrified. The kid doesn't want to check. His curiosity said to look at it, yet his mind said don't. Even though his inner senses were warning him not to, Darren slowly pulled down the sleeve. His heart was racing so much when he saw something -- unexplainable. Mouths. Many of them. In. His. Arm.

"Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibiraIkiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibiraIkiraku'no ibira Ikiraku'no ibira"

The voices... are coming from them. Darren stared, eyes widened. He stared at it blankly. It was there. He could hear it. It was whispering to him. It was there... it was there... IT WAS THERE!! The kid screamed out of his lungs while everyone in the class was astonished.

"Darren, what happened?!"

Ms. Mary went to him and asked what was wrong. But that didn't stop him when the kid got up- disrupted in class- ran out of the classroom, opened the door, and sprinted out of the hallway. He doesn't know what happened and continues to run. He felt someone chasing him. Probably Ms. Mary was trying to reach him... Or something else. Darren thought quickly and hid in the boy's bathroom. The brat went there, burst the door open, and shut it. He took a deep breath, feeling the heartbeat rapidly. His entire body trembled uncontrollably. He inhaled through the nose and exhaled through the mouth. Inhale. And exhale. Inhale. And exhale. It was quiet- too quiet. The kid swallowed to wet his throat... and stared at the arm. He slowly lowered the sleeve to prepare to see that thing again. What he saw was... nothing. The mouths to his arm were gone. It's... gone. He felt relief, but what exactly just happened? He heard voices that nobody else could. And then, those mouths. Trying to think of reasons... but there's no way to explain these strange occurrences. Have I lost my mind? To believe that idea... just feels so confusing. He screamed in class and ran like a lunatic. Please. Someone help me... praying that everything was just a dream.

"Darren, are you in there?"

A voice broke through the silence. He startled once more, but the kid knew whose voice it belonged to; it was from Miss Mary. "Darren, please tell me you are in there," she spoke again, her voice filled with concern.

Darren struggled to talk, his voice trembled. "I-I- I'm here, Miss Mary."

"Oh, thank goodness you're there!" Mary was relieved. "What just happened back there, Darren?"

He paused, worrying about what to explain. The kid didn't want to say crazy, yet he had to tell her. Darren took a deep breath and started talking. "I-I saw something."

"What did you see?"

" ...M-Mouths... in my arm... and ... is gone..." When he said that, she went silent. Mary hadn't spoken for a while. Darren feared what she was going to say.

"...Darren, if you're feeling sick, let's take you to the nursery. We have to call your parents." She said which caused the boy to start panicking.

"No, no! I'm not crazy, Miss Mary! I saw it!" He shouted inside the bathroom.

"Darren, please calm down! I'm not saying that you're crazy. You probably are stressed out," she continued. "You can stay there if you don't want to go back. Once the bell rings, I'll look for you to go to the nursery. I'm just worried that you aren't feeling well. Just be prepared when I come back."

Ms. Mary walked back to the classroom. Darren heard her footsteps slowly fade, and the entire bathroom was silent. For a long while, the kid just sat there, thinking of what to do. He wasn't sure whether to move or to stay still, hoping everything was over. That didn't help him much, when the bathroom started to smell bad. The wimpy kid let out one last breath to shake out the anxiety, stood up and opened the stall. Darren went to the sink to wash his hands. However, when he looked in the mirror and saw how much paler his face had become, he became horrified. That's when the kid decided it was time to see the teacher. He walked to the door and tried to open it, but the door... it wouldn't open. He pulled and pushed it many times, and it remained shut. There was no way that was possible because the entrance door doesn't have locks. Darren started bashing against it.

"Hey! Who's doing this?! Let me out!" he shouted, but there was no reply.

"LET ME OUT!" The panic in him rose as he continued to barge onto the door, getting nowhere. The door wouldn't budge an inch like he had been hitting a brick wall.

Little boy, Little boy.

Where are you going?

We are still playing the game.

It was the voices again! "Who's there?!" He recklessly looked around, trying to find the sources.

Let's look in the mirror.

Let's look in the mirror.

The mirror tells.

The mirror tells.

The voices started chanting. It sounded like the children were singing playfully and sinisterly. Darren was shaking in fear, unable to move. He covered his ears to try and block out the voices. Still, he could hear them piercing through his head, echoing and chanting their phrases. I can't take this anymore!! The kid walked up to looked into the mirror, and all Darren saw was just his frightened expression reflecting himself.

The voices suddenly stopped the moment Darren looked in the mirror. He kept staring at it- waited- yet nothing happened. Feeling uncomfortable, the boy tried to look around.That's when he felt something was wrong. Somehow he couldn't move his body. The boy couldn't move his legs, toes, arms, or fingers, nor even his head or open his mouth to scream for help. Not even close his eyes or look the other way. He turned into a statue - still staring at the reflection. The kid started hyperventilating, for the only thing that could do was breathe. The Darren's image in the mirror started to move on its own. The reflection was grinning widely, eyes wider; it smiled at the kid intensely.

"Well, well, well! It looks like we got ourselves into a staring contest!" The mirror Darren started to talk. Their voice was more aggressive than his. Casual yet, oddly uncomfortable. Like the other Darren, or It, was mocking his existence.

"What's the matter? Why are you making that face like you have seen a ghost?" The kid was terrified. He has no idea what was happening, or what this "thing" wanted from him. He was at the mercy of this creature's will as it started to move, and Darren copied it like he had become their mirror.

"Well, whatever. We still have one more game to play!" It smiled once more. The being put two hands on the sink as Darren followed suit, becoming closer to the mirror.

" I'll start counting to 10, and you'll be running. If I reached zero and found youuu..." The thing moved its hand to the right side of its face as Darren continued copying its movements. Slowly, the mirror image of Darren started to scrape the skin off its face, and the real one was forcibly doing the same thing, groaning in pain.

" ...then it's game over for you! Are you ready?? I'm going to give you a head start!"

Suddenly, Darren gained the ability to move again. He collapsed on the floor and quickly got up to look in the mirror again.

"Abanaka!"

"Bitia!"

"Kamiti!"

"Karatsi!"

It started to say something he couldn't understand then they stopped and smiled once more. "You better start running now, kid...o-or... OrOROROR IiIIi WIiiiLL FInD yOuUuUU!!!"

The figure of Darren's face suddenly changed. Their face became distorted. The mouth stretched out, reaching to the cheeks. It's grin so unnatural.Their eyes slowly turned red, becoming bloodshot. Darren was horrified to see this thing turn into a disfigured version of himself. Its mouth and eyes were dripping with so much blood. The eyelids widened and became like a clay doll figure, stretching until he saw the inside of this thing's red eye sacks.

"ABATI!"

"ABAKA!"

"YAMI!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Darren saw the door open on its own. He ran as fast as he could to it, only for it to slam shut in his face and injure him. Didn't stop the kid as he was able to slam the door open and escape the bathroom and from that thing. He kept running, running, and running until reached the furthest corner of the school. He stopped and listened anxiously for any sign of that monster. He could still hear its sinister laughter echoing through the halls. That student fled the school as fast as he could.

***

Things had gone from bad to worse at Thomas Ongay Elementary School since the day of the incident. The security caught Darren when he tried to break through the gates. What they reported was that student not mentally stable. Screaming and fighting through the security's grip, he kept shouting: "There's a demon in the bathroom!" Over and over while being restrained from any further actions. It was disturbing at the school that the principal called Darren Walker's parents. The mother saw Darren with horror in his eyes. She was concerned and took him to the hospital. They evaluated the kid through a psychiatrist and they told the Walkers that he could have a mental condition called Schizophrenia, but they stated there were no records of any family members having those conditions.

Infuriated by these strange results, the parents decided to call the school. The principal then decided to call the police after their arguments. From the 26th to the 27th, the police investigated the school where Darren went and questioned the teacher, Miss Mary. She explained everything about Darren's behavior and the sudden screaming. The result they found was inconclusive. There was no trace of Darren being assaulted by someone or of any drug consumption if he was forced to take it. That's when the day on the 28th- announced that Darren would not return to school due to the parent's decision.

Readers, what are your thoughts about these strange events? Do you think what Darren saw and felt was nothing more than just his overactive imagination? There's still much more to this story that needs to be told. The truth is like a hidden, unexplored layer of the ocean. The deeper you dive, the darker and more mysterious it becomes.

On the 29th of August, the school was still investigating. This would be the last day for the police to make a closing case. In a classroom near where Darren had "studied", there was a teacher named Mr. Edward who was teaching English. They were reading a book about The Little Prince, but it got interrupted when another teacher knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, Mister Edward. I'm sorry to disturb you in class, but the principal wants to speak with Akio Aria in his office." She said.

"I see. Aria, you may go with Ms. Amber." He said.

This student was nervous. He got up and walked to her. They both went into the hallway as Akio started to talk to Ms. Amber. "What does the principal want me for, Ms. Amber?"

"I don't know what he wants, but I'm sure it's not too serious." They made it to the office, and Ms. Amber opened the door. He saw the principal sitting in his chair with a female officer standing nearby.

"Ah! Thank you for bringing him here, Amber. Akio, please have a seat over here," he pointed out a chair which Akio sat in, looking more nervous than ever. Felt like he had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry we had to take your time while you're in the middle of the class," he explained. "We want to ask you a few questions about Darren." He continued. "We heard that you and him are friends. Is that correct?"

"We used to be." Akio cleared his throat.

"Used to be?" he asked. "What happened?"

"We fought, and...well, it was over after that."

"Can you tell us more about this fight?"

Akio went quiet for a moment. As he tried to find the right words to explain it. "He lost his toy in class and thought I was the one who stole it. I told him I didn't take it, but he didn't believe me. After that, we weren't friends anymore."

"Ah, I remember that day! Both of you came to my office for that commotion."

"Yes"

"He shouldn't be bringing a toy to school. And after that, you and he are no longer friends because of a toy?"

"Yes..." Akio looked down.

"I know that he can be difficult, but whatever happened, it was not your fault he lost his toy. It was his responsibility." He continued to ask a question. "Still, have you done something to him after the fight?"

"No, I have not."

"Are you sure? From what happened last week, it could be some personal matter."

"No, principal. I didn't do anything after that fight. I was just trying to forget about it." He let out a sigh.

"Do you think there's someone else who has a grudge against him?"

"No, I don't know who it was." Akio shook his head.

"Alright, you may go back to class. Thank you for your time."

Akio got up and headed for the door. He looked at the principal and asked him a question. "Is it true that he won't be coming to school anymore?"

"Yes, I'm afraid he's not feeling well. We still don't know what caused it. But don't worry! We will find and put an end to this problem." He reassured. Akio smiled at the principal and headed to his classroom. His smile- wasn't genuinely showing that he felt safe from the principal's words. He forcedly smiled because he had to lie in his statements. Akio knew who it was that caused Darren's transfer. He had a bad feeling it was his fault, but it was hard to explain how he had done it. Akio waited until school was over and headed home. Only when Akio was alone could he talk to "him."

It was around 6:17 p.m when Akio was done eating dinner and went to his room. He stared at the mirror. He let out one last breath to begin a conversation with himself. "Huay, we need to talk." It was then that Akio's image changed into a shadow figure. Its red eyes glowed and it had two long horns. The left side of the horn had been broken. Its ears were long, and this shadowy figure appeared like a goat-man. "Usa bian'i, Atiao!" He greeted.

"Huay, what did you do to Darren?" Akio pushed the question to him.

"Hey! Don't I get a proper hello, at least?"

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Darren?!" Akio repeated.

"Why are you mad? Are you still concerned about him?"

"Huay, please... don't tell me that you are the one that caused this."

Huay chuckled. "Yeah, I did. I spooked him out of his life. Thanks to the curse I gave him." Akio was speechless. He couldn't believe that it was from Him. "What? If you think I was planning to kill him-you're surely mistaken. I only scared him out of school. So he won't bother with you anymore."

"Why did you do that?!" He shouted.

Huay's expression got darker. "What do you mean, why did I do that?? Don't tell me what happened last week wasn't a big deal. IT WAS A BIG DEAL!" Now Huay is shouting at him. "Don't you remember how he treated you because he lost that stupid toy? And he punched you out of your stomach in the same bathroom, leaving you crying in pain alone?"

Akio remembered. Even now, when he rubbed his hand against the bruised belly, it's something Akio wanted to forget. It hurt so much... and how quickly the friendship ended. He shook his head to get back to the conversation."B-But I didn't want him to be scared for the rest of his life!"

"Bu ema kaah... so what do you want? To let him continue whatever he wants? And then everything will be just perfectly normal? What he did was not just FRIENDLY GAMES with you! HE. HURT. YOU! YOU should be thanking ME for saving YOU! Instead, I have been treated like a bad guy because I was trying to HELP!"

"B-But..."

"Ugh, when are you going to realize? Being nice isn't exactly a good thing. It takes advantage of anyone for being so gullible. And some people- like Darren- use others' trust because they are easy to use. Stop thinking he was innocent. He is more capable and manipulative than you ever realized."

The argument quickly ended once Huay vanished and returned to Akio's reflections. His expression was blank and emotionless. For everything Huay said, there was no counter to what he did. Sure, Darren wasn't a good person,but he doesn't deserve that much punishment. There was no way to figure this out of who has in the right. Because of it, Akio knows who the blame for what happened to Darren, yet this is something that... cannot be explained to anyone about his other self- more like other spirits. He doesn't know what to do. Akio turns around to close the door, wanting to rest up but he saw someone at the door, and it was his mother.

"M-mom..!" He was startled.

"Akio... we need to talk." She said. She must've heard the arguments. Akio was careless for not closing the door. He looked down feeling ashamed. He doesn't know what to say now. "Mom... I'm sorry. Something happens in school... and..." He froze, not wanting to say anymore.

"Hijo, no te preocupes. Let's go to the kitchen." Akio nodded and went with her. They both sat in the chairs as his mother tried to calm him down. He was nervous, but he started to talk.