The Invisible Mystery

Chapter 35: Investigating the Incident

I became curious about what had really happened in Section A five years ago, because of the talk that I had with them earlier. It made me realize that I knew so little about them, and so I decided to find something about them and what had happened five years ago, in that very same place where we were as of that moment.

I wanted to know more about them. I wanted to know about the incident that had happened five years ago, and so the moment that we parted ways that day, I immediately went to my cabin and got my laptop to find some articles that could help me enlighten myself about the truth.

I did not want to ask them about it, because I figured that it might still be painful for them to think about it. I think that it would be rude of me to ask them about it, and I knew that I never liked the idea that they would get awkward because of it.

I wanted them to be as carefree as possible. I never wanted them to worry about anything else, because I knew that it might be the cause why they would not be able to cross the afterlife—it might be the reason why they would not be able to fulfill their wishes that they were still trying to figure out.

That was why the moment that one of them said that maybe we should return to our cabins or do whatever we had to do that day, I immediately agreed to what they said and bid them goodbye just so I could start investigating whatever I could get about the incident that had happened years ago.

I did not bother to wait for them to see where they would go. I even think that I was the first one who left that place, and it seemed like they did not have any problems with that because I never heard any complaints from them—and I must note that they also did not follow me on my way to my cabin, unlike what they were doing before whenever they would sense that it seemed like something was urgent.

I did not know if it might be because they sensed what I wanted to do, or maybe, they just really did not bother to know about it anymore, as they already knew that I wanted to be alone for some time—well, to be prank, I just wanted to make sure that they really did not know what I was trying to do because once again, I did not intend to make them feel awkward because of it.

Because of those thoughts, I did not bother to take a second look at them any longer, as I immediately went to my cabin to really investigate what happened on that day. Luckily, I thought of bringing my laptop to this place, so I did not have to worry about the lack of resources.

Above all of that, the internet connection on this place is fast, even though this place was almost like a secluded area away from the city—so I did not have to worry about anything at all, other than finding the right sources, so that I would be able to know what I really wanted to know about that incident.

I did not bother to take notice of anything at all, as I immediately searched for the incident about what happened that day, and it did not take long for the result to come out, but to my disappointment, there were fewer articles available online about that incident five years ago than I expected.

“That’s odd,” I muttered to myself as I continued to scroll through the results of what I had searched. “I thought that there would be countless articles about it because the people involved were students of a prestigious school, and it is also a plus that they were considered as elites.”

I stopped for a moment as I tried to click on one of the articles that I saw so that I would be able to figure out what was happening, but I got confused even more when I saw that it did not indicate the names of the students nor the name of the school involved.

“I thought that they would make a big deal out of it,” I told myself once again as I continued to scan that article that I clicked. “And I thought that it might be the talk of the town, but it seemed like I was wrong.”

I closed that article to find another one, but my frown deepened even more when I saw that as I tried to dig deeper than I should have, the articles and news about what happened was slowly disappearing.

It was almost like someone was deleting those news and articles so that no one would be able to know the truth—so no one would dig into the incident that had happened five years ago in this place.

I tried to think about it once more, because I really could not seem to understand what was happening at that moment. I could not seem to figure out the way the articles were slowly disappearing, as though someone else were checking on them.

“It was almost as though someone did not want anyone to find anything about that incident.”

My eyes widened because of what I had said. It suddenly occurred to me that it might really be the case, because really, what else could explain what had been happening right at that moment? What else could I decipher other than the thought that someone was trying to mask up the truth about it?

But… but why do they have to do that? Why do they have to go to such an extent that they have to cover up the truth? Why do they have to remove the news about what had happened all those years ago?

I tried to figure out what I could think of about what I had suddenly thought about, but I stopped the moment my eyes caught something on my screen—a site which I think I did not notice that was there because I was too focused on looking for an article about it.

I think that it was like a blog where a certain someone was uploading opinions after opinions about the abnormality in their area, and that area happened to be close to the Lost Soul’s Forest where the incident exactly happened.

My mind and heart were raised because of the unexpected encounter with that site, but I also did not pass up that chance to know something about what had happened that day—even if it was from someone that I could not confirm if they indeed saw with their own eyes about what happened that day.

‘I saw what happened that day.’

That was the headline of that blog. It was as though the writer was inviting the reader to read what he saw, and it seemed like it was really enough for me, because I found myself clicking that blog to read more about what he ‘saw’ that day.

‘I saw how the school bus of Pristine University moved slowly as though they wanted to make sure that their students were safe and nothing wrong could happen.’

My heart beats faster because of the first sentence that I saw the moment that I decided to read that blog. I could not seem to shake off the thought that something was really wrong, and someone was really trying to disguise the truth.

‘They continued to go down the mountain using that bus. They were maintaining their speed to make sure that nothing could go wrong, not until some drunk driver appeared on that very same road where they were.’

I frowned as I continued to read that blog, because it seemed like I was close to figuring out something about it—it seemed like I was about to know something, even though it was just a little information about it.

‘I did not know if it was really just a coincidence that the driver was there when that incident happened, and I did not know who to blame for what happened, but all I could confirm was that the place was usually empty. That road does not have any cars passing by, usually.’

It seemed like the author of this blog, whoever he was, was implying something when he said those words. It seemed as though they wanted to say something about that incident, but somehow, they also did not continue to write it because of some circumstances that I did not know about.

It seemed like they had figured out something, but wanted to keep it a secret as though they wanted to entice their readers to figure it out themselves—as though they wanted to make us think that there was something else about it.

I reached the bottom of that page, but I could not seem to shake off the thought that there might be something else about it. I could not seem to remove the thought that this might be more than an accident, just like what this writer of this blog was implying in his work.

With that thought in my mind, I started to see if there was something else that the author had written about that incident that involved the people that were on my side as of that moment—the people that I vowed to help for as long as I could.

I thought that there might be something else about it, so I started to scroll on that blog once again, and it seemed like I was right because he had written so many things about that incident that had happened five years ago.

It seemed like he was really following what happened that day—thinking that there was something else about it—because I saw that he was not stopping from posting about it. He did not hesitate to post it on his blog, and it seemed like many people were following his posts about it.

‘I am scared to find the truth, but I really think that there was something about this case.’

He had written those exact same words on his blogs, which made me think that he was really convinced that there was an abnormality about the case—that it was not just a normal accident but something more horrible than that.

‘I remembered that there was someone that was present in that incident, even though no one was supposed to be there. I knew that they were not from the police, because I was the one who called for the emergency team to arrive that day, and they arrived too late because of how far we were from the station.’

I felt goosebumps as soon as I read those words, because it seemed like he was really implying something about those guys. I did not know if I should believe this blog, but I already found myself scrolling through his entries as though I still wanted to figure something out about it.

‘They said I should stop posting about this topic, but I could not stop myself. I needed to find the truth. I needed to find justice about those sweet angels that they killed that day.’

I frowned as I thought of those words written on that entry I saw, because it seemed like that person personally knew Section A. It seemed like he had met them, that was why he was doing his best to find the truth about that case—so that they could find the justice that he insisted needed to come to light.

‘I am scared. I think that I was right all along. I think that what I thought had happened years ago was really the truth, but no one was even talking about it—as though it was just a mere nightmare and did not happen in reality.’

I clutched my chest as soon as I read those words, as though I knew what he wanted to tell us. I knew what he wanted to say—that there was someone who was stopping them from finding out the truth… that there was someone who was willing to mask up the justice that they should have brought to them, if there was really someone to be blamed for this case.

‘I think someone had figured out that I was finding the truth, because I saw that man once again—that very same man I saw a year ago at the place of the accident.’

I did not know if he was just going crazy because of this case, but I also think that the ‘man’ he was talking about was related to this case. I personally think that he had already found out the truth, but he still did not want to open it up to someone else, fearing that the man he was talking about would come back.

‘I know that this might sound so crazy, but I think that they were watching me closely. I think that they already knew about me and how I am related to this case, so I think that I will stop posting these blogs now. FOR MY OWN SAFETY.’

That was the last post he had uploaded on his personal blog. It was posted a year ago, and even though it was still not clear to me, I think that it was already enough for me to know that there was really something about this case.

“It was more than just an accident.”

More terrifying than that. Something that should be feared, because if this person who had written all these posts years ago was right, then someone was really trying to stop everyone from finding out the truth.

Someone wanted to bury the thought that five years ago, a horrible incident had happened in this place.