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(Translated and Arranged by Saya)

When I was at elementary school, there was a girl called W in my class.

She suffered from some kind of a congenital disorder which caused her to have constant skin inflammation and also a speech problem.

She was quiet and was always reading books on her own.

Although she didn’t have any male friends, she was somehow always surrounded by girls. 

Once when we were staying at a ryokan (Note: Japanese style hotel. See note on here) on a school trip, a friend of mine suggested we visit girls’ bedroom.

I said sure, but we decided we should do it in secret so we could give them a surprise.

And so off we went to the room where the most popular girl in our class was staying. 

We opened the door quietly (I don’t remember how we opened it) and were met with a horrifying sight. 

W san ( Note: san is an honourific) sat on the floor hugging her knees to her chest while the rest of the girls from our class stood all around her, forming a circle. 

The girls were all yelling verbal abuse at W san, saying things like “ Buta (Pig)” and “Yakedo-yaro (bitch with burns).” 

Then the prettiest girl in the class said, laughing, “now it’s time to take off her wig!” and reached for W san’s head.

The next thing we knew, W san’s entire hair was in the girl’s hand.

W san’s condition was such that she could not grow hair, and she had to wear a wig.

None of the boys knew this fact.

As I sat there in a state of complete shock, the girls continued to attack W san, by doing stuff like kicking her and singing the wig with a lighter.

W san emitted hoarse groans. She couldn’t call for help even if she wanted to.

My friend and I were so scared that we left before they noticed us.

The next day, W san and all the other girls were sightseeing in Kyoto together as if nothing had ever happened. That was what scared me the most. **

Years went by and one day we had a class reunion.

By that time, W san had already passed away. 

I finally found the courage to ask the girls about what happened during the school trip.

The prettiest girl I mentioned earlier was there and responded to me by saying, “what does it matter if that piece of shit dies?”

I’m afraid this might not be the kind of story you had expected to read on here, but this is the scariest experience I have ever had.

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Note:

** Kyoto is the most popular destination for school trip in Japan.