6 years ago, I was admitted to S Engineering College, I really don’t like here, J is my only friend. He always had a tracksuit, but he carried an old pocket watch. The lecture theater on the 5th floor is where we often go. J has a quirk of always counting the steps on each floor when going upstairs.
That night, on the dark stairs leading to the lecture theater, he counted the steps as usual. “9, 10, 11,…strange!” J said suddenly. “Oh, it’s supposed to be level 12…but, today I only counted to 11.”
“That must be a wrong count, don’t worry about it.”
“No, I have to count again.”
I was very annoyed at the time, but because I couldn’t help it, “9, 10, 11 Staircase ghost stories ,…” When J and I counted to the last step of the stairs, I suddenly felt the chill behind me, and my scalp was about to explode. stairs! The stairs are really one less than usual, it becomes 11! J’s expression cannot be seen in the darkness. Just like, like a dead body with no expression. I left J and ran downstairs as if flying.
On the bed in the dormitory, I found that I couldn’t lie down or sit quietly at all. I just paced back and forth. The people in the dormitory have not come back yet, so I turned on all the lights that could be turned on.
After what seemed like a century, someone finally came back. So, I immediately pulled them together and went to the lecture theater with a flashlight to find J.
We searched all the places we could look for but couldn’t find him – the school and the police did not find him – J disappeared.
3 years after J ‘s disappearance , S Engineering College begins to expand. When the huge excavator knocked down the building with the lecture theater, a pile of bones was found among the ruins of the stairs on the fourth floor. Among the bones, there is an old pocket watch.
I know, when J. For, I have heard, that if a man finds a step missing when he goes upstairs, he takes that step instead.
Until now, I still dare not count the stairs.