Final Chapter: Everybody Dies in the End

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Mineta nearly jumped out of his pants he was so scared, he looked behind him at the bathroom stall where the noise came from and slowly walked towards the door just as the lights began flickering, "Hello is anyone in there?"

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The purple boy grabbed the handle to the door but froze, he began to shake as he slowly opened the door, "L-L-L-Last chance, i-is a-a-anyone inn there?" With one quick movement he swung open the door and a bunch of black cats were sitting there staring at him, "What the fuck."

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Mineta slowly backed up from the stall until he was against the sink, the cats all slowly walked towards the boy and surrounded him while they continued to stare and meow, *gurgle* The cats went silent as Mineta turned to face the mirror and saw a green haired spirit standing there instead of his reflection, the spirit reached out and grabbed the poor grape boy and pulled him through mirror. One by one the cats hoped onto the sink and crawled through the mirror after them, once the last had jumped in the lights stopped flickering and the bathroom door opened and in walked Kaminari, "Hey Mineta you in here buddy, look i'm sorry about what i said." He looked and saw that all the stalls were empty and he was the only one in there, "Where the hell did he go?" Kaminari said to himself as he walked out of the bathroom to search for his missing friend.

(Several days later)

"So far we have 3 dead kid, 2 are missing and one is in a coma, and your telling me you have no leads what so ever, give me one reason why i shouldn't fire you Tsukauchi." Tsuragamae threw a file containing all the evidence collected on the case infront of the detective, "Well sir we do have one thing but i'm not sure you'll understand." The police cheif leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face, "Just tell me before i pop a blood vessel Woof." "Well chief when we interviewed the classmates of the missing kids, alot them mentioned an abandoned house near Degobah beach, the one that caught fire and we pulled those two dead kids out. All of them said the four students went into that house investigating their friends is death, the scary thing is that there not the first people to go into that house and disappear or be found dead." Tsuragamae let out a small chuckle that soon turned into crazed laughter, "Ha ha ha, your telling me that this is the work of a angry ghost, Ha,ha." Tsukauchi watched as his boss laughed in his face, after five minutes the police cheif calmed himself down and took a sip of water, "Okay Tsukauchi, if you really want to presue this ghost then fine but some of us have work to do so don't get in the way, now get the hell out of my office Woof."

The detective walked out of the police station pissed off and feeling like this job was a waste of time, he got into his car and began hitting the horn on his car out of anger until his hand hurt from hitting the steering wheel, he took a deep breath before starting up his car and began driving to the first stop. He first stopped at a home improvement store and bought a hammer, nails, spray paint and as many wooden planks he could fit in his car. He then drove all the way to the abandoned house parking right infront of the gate as he gathered up all his equipment, he ran up to the front door and began boarding up all the doors and windows to make sure no one can ever enter, after an hour he was almost done all that was left was a bathroom window, he walked up to the window and was shocked to see Mineta laying on the ground unconscious, "Holy shit." The detective took off his jacket and wrapped it around his fist before punching the window, he crawled through the window and picked up the boy as he shook him trying to wake him up, "Hey kid, wake up, come on wake up." The purple boy's eyes opened and Tsukauchi saw how they had no life in them what so ever *Gurgle, the detective looked behind him and saw his the angry spirit staring down at him, he fell to the ground as the spirit crawled on top of him before breaking his neck, Izuku's angry spirit crawled back to the attic dragging the corpse of the detective with him.

It is said in Japan, that when a person dies in extreme sorrow or rage, the emotion remains, becoming a stain upon that place. The memory of what happened, repeats itself there. Death becomes a part of that place, killing everything it touches. Once you have become a part of it, it will never let you go.

(That's it i'm done, no more i just can't think of anything else.)