Hey! Hey you! Have you heard the story about the crybaby? I bet you're a crybaby! The preteen announced as she grabbed your hand. She did not even ask your name. She just laughed and dragged you along.
No, you have not heard the story? Oh c'mon I am sure you have. About this kid, yeah... this kid. He went to this school like fifteen years ago. She explained as she grabbed the hand of some other random poor sap and dragged them up the stairs. She was not very good at making friends and this was not likely going to be doing her any favors either.
I think his name was Enis. Sadly his name rhymed with... well, you know what it rhymed with. She would laugh if you laughed before she continued on. I think my parents loved me unlike his. Yeesh. You would think that people would have figured it out by now. You need to make sure it doesn’t rhyme with anything body, body part or body excretion related or any other word that could possibly be naughty or rude. Bart? Rhymes with fart. That’s out. Mary? Rhymes with fairy. Nick rhymes with prick. Earl rhymes with hurl. Luke rhymes with puke. Jane? Rhymes with pain? Where is the pain? Could be the you know where... Meh.
Yeah, the kids here were just awful to him. He would run out of class each and every day crying, unable to bear the ridicule of his peers. Oh how dramatic. She laughed as she released your hand and continued to push you down the hall. She was taking you someplace where you had likely not been yet. hardly anyone went there any longer, that was exactly the point. The Abandoned Toilets on the second floor. Rumor had it that they were haunted, the story she had given was one that she had partly overheard and partly made up. That was what made stories such as the one she told so effective, there was a thread of truth, even a part of her believed it.
Did you know that is why this bathroom is abandoned. She was so full of it right now. He died in this very bathroom. She pushed the door open, the room was musty and dirty. The mirror was cracked but intact. The doors on most of the stalls had been ripped or broken off. Those that remained had seen better days. The leaded window overlooked the lake and the moonlight served as the only source of illumination in this room. The shadows like great grey ghosts about this abandoned space.
You're scared aren't you? She teased as she pushed you in first. Maybe she was a little scared, not that sh was going to admit that.
You should be. She muttered. Come on. She urged. Don't be a baby.
She would be silent for a moment, just long enough to make it uncomfortable. Just say his name three times. Pronounce it right. She cautioned as she whispered into your ear. Enis Premise She made sure it would be awkward enough to repeat a few times for the sake of a decent laugh. Look into the mirror she started to back away towards the darkness and the shadow. Say the name three times with the lights out alone. She instructed as she reached behind her for the door and opened the door, bathing the room in light. She pretended to leave, gesturing to the other student [potentially an NPC] to stay quiet by placing her index finger over her mouth as she shut the door and pressed her back against the far wall in the darkness out of sight.
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Just a trick of the lighting they said...