Ruins of the Round School: The Girl with the Red Randoseru and the Knife‑Wielding Man
My friend said the place was deeper in the woods.
Even after getting out of the car, we couldn’t see the school.
The trees were too dense, and the wet leaves made every step slippery.
After walking for a while, a round building appeared.
From the moment I saw it, something felt wrong.
Schools usually have a front and back,
but this one had no direction.
The windows curved around the entire structure,
making it feel like the building was watching us from every angle.
The walls were stained black with age,
some windows were broken,
and the inside looked empty—
but not abandoned.
One friend raised his camera.
“Let’s just take pictures from outside.”
I agreed.
We walked along the curved outer wall.
It was more unsettling than I expected.
A straight building has an end,
but this one kept bending.
The same windows repeated,
the same stains repeated,
and it became hard to tell if we were moving forward
or walking in circles.
Then I saw someone in a second‑floor window.
At first, I thought it was our reflection.
It wasn’t.
It was a girl.
About elementary‑school height.
Short hair.
Standing in the dark classroom.
She wore a red randoseru backpack.
The red was too vivid—
the only bright color in the entire gray, rotting build