Aka Manto - The Red Cloak That Whispers for You to Choose in the Last Stall
That day, I stayed late because it was my turn for cleaning duty.
Once all the kids went downstairs, the school became strangely quiet.
The hallway lights were on, but outside the windows it was already dark, and even the soccer club on the field had gone silent.
I went into the third-floor bathroom.
I normally avoided that bathroom.
The door was stiff, and the mirror above the sink had dark spots that made me uncomfortable.
But that day, I couldn’t hold it.
I went into the last stall.
I locked the door and sat down, but something felt wrong from the start.
No one was in the stall next to me, yet I heard a toilet flush.
I thought I misheard.
It was an old school—maybe it was just the pipes.
Then I heard footsteps.
Slow ones.
From the entrance of the bathroom.
One.
Two.
Three.
The sound of wet shoes lifting off and sticking to the tile.
I held my breath.
The footsteps stopped right in front of my stall.
No knocking.
Just standing there.
Then a man’s voice spoke.
“Do you want red paper?”
My hands froze.
At first, I thought it was a prank.
Some boys from class hiding and trying to scare me.
But the voice was strange.
It sounded like it was right outside the door…
and also like it was behind the toilet.
There was no