August 5th, 2011
After Onni's death, it didn't stop. More students started disappearing.
This time, it was Maya and Sonnu. They went missing together. A whole month passed, and the police still couldn't find them. No ransom calls, no messages, no clues. Both families began fearing the worst—that they might have met the same fate as Onni.
"Not just killing… but eating their flesh?"
That night, I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the image again—the guard, covered in blood, chopping someone up like meat for dinner.
Even as an adult now, the memory still haunts me. But back then? I was just a kid. A terrified, confused, helpless kid.
I considered telling my parents. Maybe they could help?
But no.
The guard… he used to be my father's childhood friend. They were still close. If I said anything, what would my father think?
Just two months ago, I had an argument with the guard. What if my dad thought I was making things up to get back at him? What if he thought I had done something wrong and was trying to cover it up?
No. I couldn't tell them. He would beat the hell out of me if he thought I was lying.
Yeah… that was my logic back then. Dumb thoughts in a scared kid's mind.
That same night, Bappi was probably thinking the same thing.
He didn't fully trust what we'd seen. A part of him still thought maybe I had misunderstood. Maybe it was a chicken being chopped up. Maybe I got scared and imagined the rest.
He had faith in me—but only just enough.
Bappi considered telling his parents, but again—what if I was wrong? What if we got someone innocent arrested over a stupid misunderstanding?
So he made his decision: forget everything.
Pretend like we saw nothing. And he stuck to that.
It was August 5th. Me and the rest of the gang met up at our usual spot.
I looked at Bappi, trying to read his expression. Then I leaned closer and whispered, "Should we tell the others?"
He didn't hesitate. "Tell them what?" he said flatly. "We didn't see anything last night."
I got the message loud and clear. He was done with it.
But me?
I couldn't bury it. The weight was too much.
The nightmares. The fear. The guilt.
I was breaking down.
So I made my decision.
If no one else would do anything, I would.
School was closed until August 20th, but I couldn't wait that long. I went to the principal's house.
After knocking a few times, he opened the door.
"Walid? Didn't expect to see you here," he said, rubbing his eyes. "I was having some snacks. Come in, come in."
"Thank you, sir," I said politely. "I need to talk to you. It's… important."
He led me to the drawing room. I sat down and started talking.
I told him everything. From the cricket match to the rotting body. From sneaking behind the school to what I saw through that tiny hole in the guard's wall. Every detail. Every drop of blood.
I even said it straight: "Sir, I think he's behind the missing students. I really do."
At first, he laughed.
"Hahahahaha! Is this some kind of joke, Walid?"
Then came the glare.
"I know about that argument you had with the guard a few weeks ago. You think I don't know? And now you're accusing him of this? Are you out of your mind?"
I stayed calm. "Sir, I'm serious. I wouldn't come to you with a joke like this."
"Let me get this straight," he said, leaning forward. "You're saying he kills students… and eats them?"
"Yes," I said. "He was drinking their blood. Smiling. Like it was normal."
He shook his head. "This is insane, Walid. Completely unbelievable. The police already searched the school. If the guard was doing something like this, don't you think they would've found evidence?"
"Maybe he wasn't careful that day. Maybe he couldn't hold back anymore. He was like a monster…"
"Enough." His voice grew cold. "Go home. This is ridiculous. If you spread this nonsense again, I'll tell your parents myself."
"Sir, please. Just believe me. Students are dying. If you don't act, more could vanish."
"You're imagining things. Could've been a doll. Could've been chicken blood. You panicked."
"I know what I saw," I snapped. "It was real."
He paused. For a long time.
"…Fine," he said at last. "I'll look into it myself. And if I find anything, he'll be arrested. Have you told your parents yet?"
"Yes," I lied.
(I didn't. But if I said no, I knew he'd stop listening.)
"Alright then. Go home. I'll handle it."
That evening, around 4 PM, I went to the vegetable market. And just my luck—the guard was there too.
I tried to avoid him. Turned my head. Pretended not to see.
But he saw me. And smiled.
Not a normal smile. Not friendly. Not innocent.
It was wide. Cold. Like he knew everything I'd done.
I rushed home, heart pounding.
The next morning, I got a call.
It was the principal.
"There's something off about him," he said. "You might've been right."
That afternoon, news broke: the police had raided the guard's home.
They didn't find any human bodies, but they did find… tools. Chains. Bones. Dirty knives. Blood-stained floors.
Not enough to prove everything I said.
But enough to prove he wasn't innocent.
Then came the shocker.
The guard had disappeared.
Vanished. Escaped. The police were now officially hunting him down.
So maybe… just maybe… he was the one behind it all.
Maybe this nightmare was finally ending.
That night, I finally slept well.
August 20th.
School reopened.
The guard was still on the run, but everyone felt safer now. Almost like a curse had been lifted.
Of course, not everyone could move on. The students who lost their friends… they still carried the weight.
Onni. Maya. Sonnu.
Six students went missing in total.
Only three bodies were found.
The other three… never returned.
I came to school, saw my friends again. Saw the principal, too. He gave me a strange little smile. I didn't know what it meant. Pride? Gratitude? Pity?
I just nodded and walked past.
August 23rd.
Another body was found.
This time, in a lake near town.
But it wasn't a student.
The police confirmed it: it was the guard.
Dead. Murdered. Brutally.
His body dumped like trash.
They said it wasn't suicide. Someone had killed him.
But who?
And why?