Murdered Paintings (Part1)

Only he can see those paintings.

Everywhere that people were murdered, something mysterious would appear on the floor. It was a painting. A painting of how the person was murdered.

He called those paintings "murdered paintings."

No one can see it besides him. It was his special ability.

On the first day of high school, he realised that he was stepping on one of those paintings and took a few steps back.

He crouched down to look at the painting. While he was focusing on the painting, a classmate of his appeared from behind and was curious of what he was looking at.

"Excuse me, is something there?" asked a girl.

"No" he said, looking at her.

"What are you so focused about?" asked the guy standing behind him.

"Spider web" he said.

"He's a weird one..." said a few people.

Even if he said anything about the paintings, no one would believe him anyway, thinking to himself.

He then remembered the painting. Something bad happened to this classroom before. It was a man and three children. Windows were shut tight, and a candle beside it.

Hands and legs of the three children were tied up. They were crying and crawling on the floor like a caterpillar.

The man let out a grin as he picked up a axe, chopping off their heads. The children's head was chopped off one by one.

The floor was as a pool of blood. Kneeling, the man took the children's head and shuffled with their bodies.

Feeling satisfied, the man left.

It was a process of a psychopath murdering three innocent. It was disgusting to see.

The classroom was filled with different conversations. Sitting at his desk, his eyes fell upon two girls, standing at the door, chatting.

"You're stepping on that disgusting painting, do you know that?" he muttered.

Maybe even stepping on the children's faces?

He looked around the classroom. Some are chatting and making new friends, and some just sat there feeling shy.

They had no idea what happened in this classroom.

If I can see ghosts, is it possible that the three children would be standing here with us in this crowd? He muttered to himself again.

Then, a boy sta down next to him. He looked at the boy as he smiled and nodded.

"I'm Noel" said the boy.

They both introduced themselves.

Noel took out a book and started reading.

He pretended that he wasn't peaking at Noel by looking around.

Noel was a mannered and kind person.

He was sure that the two of them would make great friends.