It was eight o'clock in the night, it was time for the school to close. A teacher who worked long hours in the staff room packed his bag and left. He was about to close the gate when he saw a group of black figures in the distance. They were on the football pitch. It looked like it was a group of boys kicking the ball back and forth.
"Hey, what are you doing there?" The teacher shouted. "Come on, it's time to go home! I have to shut up!"
The boys continued to play and did not pay attention to him.
"Don't pretend you can't hear me!" shouted angrily at the teacher. "School is closed! Hurry now! Get out the gate!"
Just then, a figure raised the football high in the air. He landed on the grass and came rolling to the master. When he stopped at her feet, he looked down and suddenly blood gushed out of his face. He was overcome with terror. It wasn't football, it was the severed head of a young boy.