Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories

Chapter 125

I found Leonard in the direction of the orchestra on the first floor.

Fortunately, the orchestra was either unaffected by the ghost story or unaffected by it, and there seemed to be no particular abnormality.

The orchestra began to play and the opera actors appeared, but the atmosphere was quite different from what I had seen on the performance poster. Above all, there was no mention of a black nun appearing in the play.

At that moment, one of the black nuns running around the stage looked at the audience and shouted.

“Where is Sister Gloria? The evil spirits are swarming. I need her help.”

It was an extremely bizarre voice. It was a scene where an evil spirit pretended to be a nun and asked Sister Gloria for help.

The black nun evil spirits intended to eat Sister Gloria when she appeared.

I couldn’t tell if the evil spirits were really acting or if they were really looking for a ‘human’ who was caught up in this ghost story under the pretext of acting.

Since we couldn’t know their intentions for now, we had to pretend not to know them as much as possible. Until we figured out their intentions, we had no choice but to pretend to be the same as them.

Senior Noah wasn’t worried, but the Crown Prince’s acting was a little unsettling, but there was nothing we could do.

“Wow, is it because he’s playing the role of an evil spirit? His acting is vivid. Isn’t it?”

Then the man sitting next to Senior Noah wiped his chest with a face that said it felt real and said it was scary.

Everyone was pretending to be human, but I knew. The only humans in this space were us and the orchestra members.

“Where is Sister Gloria? The evil spirits are swarming. We need her help.”

On stage, a black nun kept looking for Sister Gloria.

‘The medium seems to be something in this performance.’

The problem was that we didn’t know exactly what part of the performance it was.

The actors? Or the audience?

Or the sound?

Maybe the strange ticket? It might be the mask the crown prince is wearing. This ghost story was problematic because there were so many suspicious parts.

‘No. But if you look closely, you’ll definitely find something that catches your eye.’

I quickly scanned my surroundings and watched the performance as unnoticed as possible.

“Where is Sister Gloria? Evil spirits are swarming. I need her help... I need... I don’t need her help.”

The black nun standing on the stage suddenly twisted her arms and legs in a strange way.

In that state, she looked at the audience and shook her body leaning to one side.

There should have been screams from the audience, but no one was shaken and watched the scene with interest.

“Where is Sister Gloria? If she comes out, I’ll kill her. Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?”

She came down from the stage, repeatedly twisting her body.

She moved creakingly to one side, desperately

Noah knelt down on one knee in front of me, who was sitting in the audience, and hugged me.

The black nun must have felt frustrated, because she suddenly started crawling on the floor at a fast speed.

Wadadadada-

I could hear her searching for me, going from the end of the second floor seats to the left and right, front and back.

“Where did I go? Where ...