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 Creepy Pasta Academy Chapters 1+2



 Chapter 1-My new school



The first weird thing I noticed about my new school was the entry form, it had questions like species, and amount of humans killed and super natural powers, if any. Confused, I put Human, Zero and None. The top of the form was already filled in with my name, Scott Matthews. I handed the form to my Dad, who put it in the envelope. He turned and said to me “Son, I know that you’re not thrilled at moving or boarding at school but I have to work overseas for the next year, just be thankful your not staying with Aunt Frieda like you’re sister. Its not too bad at least you get to go to the mainland like you always wanted anyway son I’ve got to post this, back in a jiffy.”

 With that he walked out the front door and I heard it close I sighed and went back upstairs to pack.



 A week later it was finally time to say my goodbyes as I stood on the ferry at the Ryotsu docks. The few but close friends I had waved and said stuff like “speak to us on skype!” or “take care” I was sad but at least I had a chance to make new friends. The ship started to sail, I saw my dad wipe a tear away from his cheek. I turned and made my way up the deck.



 I am from Ryotsu but I used to go to Niigata in the spring and summer break with my friends, so when I got off there I was able to get to the train station without any problems. But I had never been to Tokyo. The train started filling up with people the closer we got to there. By the time we arrived I was squished between a well-dressed businessman and a swaggering drunkard. Suddenly the doors pinged open and everyone swept out. I was pressed out with them, barely able to keep a hold of my suitcase.



 Nothing could of prepared me for Tokyo. I’d seen it on TV of course, but this was different. It was in a word HUGE, in two, REALLY HUGE, and even though I only had to walk maybe twenty minutes to the Mt Fuji line it still shocked and awed me at the sheer amount of people there were. I stopped in a 100-yen store and bought a can of TaB. There were so many different people in this one store! All sorts of cultures, colours and languages clashed in the air. My dad is American and a few years ago we went to his old home in Nebraska. All the people there were pretty much the same, farmers and the like, so I had never felt so aware of my lack of exposure to different people of the world.



 In my acceptance letter from the school I was told to take the Mt Fuji line but to make sure I got on the black and red express train, not the regular silver train. The letter stated that it would come along at 5:15, five minutes after the regular train. I had arrived at Tokyo at 4:30 and had made my way through the crush to the Mt Fuji line with time to spare. The regular train came and went. The platform was empty when the sleek two-carriage train pulled up. It was black with a red stripe down the side. This journey was very different to the first. Instead of being crushed by hundreds of people there was no one at all on this train. No one.

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<p class="MsoNormal">  Chapter 2-The train

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<p class="MsoNormal"> I sat by myself near the door. This was a small train for Tokyo even I could see that. It was now about 5:30 and the sky was starting to dim, though it wouldn’t be really dark until at least another hour or so as it was only April, the beginning of the new school year. I plugged myself into my new I pod touch, a leaving gift from my dad.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Suddenly the noises of The Pillows (one of my favorite bands) cut out and a bunch of static filled my ears, followed by a high-pitched whine that made me cry out in pain.

<p class="MsoNormal"> This was starting to get spooky now. The train passed numerous stations without stopping, and when I walked up and down both carriages I could not find any kind of drivers cab.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> I felt like whining myself. I began to wish that I had let my dad come with me to Mt Fuji instead of insisting that I could make it there my self, despite the fact that I had never been past Niigata by myself before. What a fool I had been, I was lucky to get out of Tokyo alive.

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<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"EstrangeloEdessa";mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">I calmed myself down and forced myself to think rationally. The train driver was obviously just behind a wall at the front of the train and my I pod was just running out of battery or there was no signal or whatever…Then the train past Kawaguchiko station. I re-freaked out. That’s where I thought I should get off; it’s the closest station to Mt Fuji from Tokyo. It was almost real dark now. The train speed on in to this dark. Suddenly it went whooshing into a tunnel I was plunged into absolute darkness. I’m ashamed to say I may have screamed at this point. The lights came flickering on. I was still in the tunnel. Slowly the train stopped. The doors opened and I practically threw myself off the train.