In an old school, the dimly lit corridors are long, narrow, and eerie; they could be used as a filming location for a horror movie without any special decoration.
The campus, which should have been filled with laughter and joy, was now eerily quiet, devoid of any children's playful chatter; the atmosphere was incredibly oppressive.
This is a school for the disabled, housing children with physical disabilities.
Most of the children are deaf and mute, but there are also children with intellectual disabilities and physical disabilities.
The school facilities are not good, and many of the children come from poor families.
Some children are neglected by their families because of their physical disabilities, so this welfare institution-like school is practically their home.
But what kind of home would make these children so fearful, like startled birds at the slightest sound?
It was a weekend, and most of the children who could go home had already been picked up by their parents.
The children who remain in school are either orphans or homeless.
Either the family is indifferent and leaves them to fend for themselves.
This is the only place for these "special" children who are even more vulnerable than ordinary children.
Even though this place is more terrifying than the deepest hell for them.
As night fell, the terrifying "weekend games" began.
Suddenly, the sound of running footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor, and the hurried footsteps revealed just how flustered the owner was.
A little girl was seen running down the corridor as if her life depended on it, as if a vicious dog was chasing her.
She looked to be in her early teens, with an adorable bob haircut, and her big eyes were filled with extreme fear.
The girl ran desperately, without making a single cry for help.
Because she is deaf and mute, she cannot make a sound.
More importantly, because she knew that no one would come to save her.
The girl quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
With a creak, the door to an office in the middle of the corridor opened, and a person stepped out of the shadows.
The old man was pot-bellied, with a bald patch on the top of his head. His greasy, fat face had a pair of narrow, slightly squinting eyes.
He smiled and gazed at the end of the corridor, saying in a "kind" tone, "Hide well, or you'll be punished if the principal catches you."
The chilling words echoed in the empty corridor, eerie and unsettling.
After shouting, the Mediterranean-skinned old man walked unhurriedly towards the end of the corridor.
The doors along the way were all tightly shut, and no one came out to take a look.
Because this scene is already commonplace.
Meanwhile, in a dormitory bathroom, a man is giving a bath to a little boy.
The man was a life skills teacher at the school and often helped bathe the young boys who were intellectually disabled.
The little boy, not yet ten years old, was covered in white foam, slippery and confused, and he was playing with the soap bubbles.
The man appeared calm, but a closer look revealed a glint of excitement in his eyes. His large hands moved down from the boy's back, rubbing his buttocks.
His breathing suddenly became heavier...
In the vice principal's office, an old man with the same face as the balding principal took out some tape and walked toward the long-haired little girl who was eating cookies in the chair.
The vice-principal is the principal's twin brother, and the little girl is severely intellectually disabled. He always manages to lure her away with sweet candies or cookies.
In the end, without exception, their hands and feet would be bound with tape, and their mouths would be taped shut.
In the laundry room, a middle-aged woman with an expressionless face threw a little girl into the spinning washing machine drum.
It was all because a child with polio accidentally spilled food on his clothes, and she was the aunt who was responsible for washing and cooking for the children.
In a dirty corner, a mute boy, covered in bruises, curled up on the ground, simply because he tried to stop his younger brother from being taken to take a bath by the dormitory teacher.
...
A series of terrifying and bizarre events unfolded throughout the school.
The entire school stood in darkness, not a single ray of light could penetrate it, and from a distance it looked like a huge tomb.
In the restroom at the end of the corridor, a little girl with a bob haircut squatted in a toilet stall and locked the door from the inside.
She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, even though she was already unable to make a sound.
But what if?
What if my breathing is too loud and the devil hears it?
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and with a creak, the door was pushed open.
But the little girl couldn't hear anything; her body trembled, and tears silently streamed down her face.
My heart kept praying: Don't find me, don't find me...
If she could speak, she would definitely be crying out, "Help! Someone save me!"
Suddenly, the girl felt a shadow fall from above, and she was so frightened that she dared not shed a tear.
She looked up shakily, and the horrifying scene that made her scalp crawl almost made her faint.
—A human face appeared above the partition of the cubicle next to the girl's.
His greasy face was full of lewdness, and his long, narrow, smiling eyes were staring down at her.
"Got you?"
The elderly Mediterranean man who had followed them was also the principal of the school.
He entered the adjacent cubicle, stepped onto the water tank, and clung to the partition, his head positioned directly above and slightly above the girl's head, so she could see him as soon as she looked up.
This terrifying and bizarre scene would cause nightmares for any adult man, let alone a little girl, and leave him with lifelong psychological trauma.
The girl trembled with fear, sobbing and whimpering, tears of terror and despair streaming down her face.
Help me! Someone please help me!
The old man wasn't in a hurry to grab her; instead, he looked down at her and slowly savored the fear and trembling of his prey, thoroughly enjoying himself.
This was his favorite part of the hunt; he saw himself as a powerful hunter.
Suddenly, the girl's small body trembled violently, and her fearful shaking stopped instantly.
Despair faded from those large, bright, clear eyes, washed clean by tears, replaced by malice and murderous intent.
The girl raised her drooping head and slowly stood up straight.
A slight smile played on her lips, and a strange grin spread across her tear-streaked face as she looked up at the principal and said, "The game has only just begun."
However, the hunter and the prey have switched places.
The principal was stunned. How could this deaf-mute little prey suddenly be able to speak?
Before he could think any further, the little girl below raised her arm, and an even more bizarre scene unfolded.
In the blink of an eye, the little girl's thin arms suddenly grew to two or three meters long, and her little hands instantly reached the top of the principal's head.
Then he grabbed the last few hairs on one side of his scalp and pulled him upside down from the cubicle.
The principal's short and stout body weighed at least 180 pounds, but in this small hand, it was as easy as holding a paper doll.
With a loud thud, the principal slammed heavily onto the filthy toilet bowl, his face and neck covered in blood, and a pig-like scream suddenly rang out.
His head was a bloody mess; one side of his hair and half of his scalp had been ripped off by the little girl.
"Hehe, got you!"
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