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Whispering corridors

This is eun-young hur.

I can't answer the phone, so leave your message.

Junior, senior...

Junior, senior...

Junior, senior...

Mrs. park, you're still here.

I had to check something...

I'll be leaving soon.

I guess the new semester's keeping you busy.

- Need any help? - I'm fine.

“Library”

hello?

- Eun-young? - Mrs. park?

Jin-ju is here.

Jinju?

- 1 don't know. - What are you talking about?

She's definitely dead...

But she's here.

She's been here all along.

Mrs. park...

Eun-young? Hello?

- What are you doing here? - Uh? Waiting for you.

What?

What did you say?

- I was waiting. - For me?

Why?

Why were you waiting for me?

We're the class clerks for the week.

Jae-yi yoon, trying to make me feel guilty, huh?

I'm not late though.

Of course, you're not late. I'm the one who came too early.

We never promised to meet here.

Why didn't you wait in the classroom? It's cold out here.

I hate to go to an empty classroom. That's creepy.

Sorry.

Don't just stand there moping.

You'll jinx my chance of spending...

This senior year in style.

What? Want to become a school gate ghost?

Come on.

What's this?

I'm not sure, only that she's possessed.

Possessed?

You know, by the study demon...

One with a low 1.Q. Though.

Were you two close?

Why would I hang around with that creep?

Oh, I forgot to bring a rag.

Hey!

What?

Give me that, fool. You don't need to take it back with you.

Hurry up.

Ji-oh!

It's your duty as her students.

If any of you spread rumors...

And defame her reputation, you will never be forgiven.

Understood?

Don't distract the other students with gossip.

Understood?

It's all for the best.

Fortunately, we're swearing...

This oath of honor...

Before all hell breaks loose.

- Got it? - Yes, sir.

Got it?

Yes, sir!

You'll take all the blame if rumors gets spread.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Why did she kill herself?

It's not clear. The police need more leads.

You could kill yourself for any reason...

But why do it at school?

I'm sorry for being late.

The principal will assign a new teacher for room three by end of day.

Also, he will give special instructions about how to handle this matter.

Make sure this is kept confidential...

And make sure kids don't spread rumors.

Hey! Are you sure?

Did I ever lie to you?

Yeah.

I swear this is all true.

Is that true she committed suicide?

You can't call it suicide just because she hung herself.

Something is fishy.

Nobody liked her, you know?

Jin-ju is here.

Are you sure you want to give this to me?

Isn't it a family heirloom?

Thanks, fin-j...

- Is your dad still drinking a lot? - 1 don't know.

Don't be so cold.

Did you hear?

Jung-sook was the first one here.

Yeah, and she wasn't even the clerk for the week.

She was here even before the clerks.

Remember? She had an argument with Mrs. park last week.

Yeah! That's right!

Making out, you two?

Go work in a factory if you can't cut it...

Or stay home! You hear?

Degenerates!

“Lin-ju jang”

look at your uniform. Hands out!

You're such a bad influence.

What's this smell? Perfume?

It figures. The nerve! Just like her shaman mother.

Miss hur?

Miss hur?

A penny for your thoughts.

You weren't answering.

Oh, were you calling me?

You're the only teacher with that name.

Sorry, I still feel like a student here.

Really?

So, she used to be your senior year homeroom teacher?

Her death must have shocked you.

She said she had something to check. I assumed it was important.

What was she checking?

I'm not sure...

But she was looking at her class agenda book.

She's definitely dead...

But she's here.

She's been here all along.

It's not that I don't want to call the spirits with you...

It's just so childish that I don't want to do it anymore.

Do it on your own.

Nobody else can call the spirits.

Just this one time. Please?

Oh, mighty spirit, come to us.

Draw us a circle if you are here.

Draw us a circle if my friend is a virgin...

Or draw an “x” if she is not.

Having fun?

Get your asses over here.

What the heck is he doing in here?

Hasn't senior year put some sense into you?

If you're so psychic, make a living out of it.

Why bother with school?

I asked her for my grades.

Ji-oh, are you a shaman or witch doctor?

Then get better grades for yourself.

You're lowering the class average.

Get out of my sight.

Whois it?

Who's the smart ass who just laughed?

I see.

Everyone on your desks, now!

I'll teach you a lesson.

Arms up!

Can't you greet your new homeroom teacher with respect?

Homeroom teacher?

Due to personal matters, Mrs. park is unable to continue her duties.

I will be taking over, you hear?

This means two things.

One...

You will have a better chance of getting into college.

Two...

You won't have any personal life for a year.

It's the new semester of your senior year...

So you're a little excited.

I advise you to get rid of such cheap sentimentalisms.

Those are luxuries a senior should do without.

Got it?

My motto is: “Keep your own place.”

This will be the class motto from now on.

You're each other's rival...

But frankly speaking, you're each other's enemy.

The worst enemy in war is yourself.

When you can defeat your inner enemy...

Then you can be a true winner.

I've re-scheduled the exams for tomorrow.

Be prepared.

Get used to it and stop whining!

It's for evaluation purposes.

So, don't get stressed out, all right?

If you don't have what it takes, well... I got nothing to say then.

Dang, wish we had exams everyday.

- What? - Then school ends early.

Exams never kept you from leaving early anyway.

You're always the first to dive out of the classroom.

- It's better to chill after exams. - Whatever.

- Ow, ouch. - Got stuck?

Damn! It's blocked.

Didn't we get pierced on the same day?

Mine is fine though.

Ouch.

Stop whining. See? It's going in.

Stop it! It hurts.

I'm trying to take it out, you slut. Want a bloody slit up your nose?

Hey!

What are you staring at?

Didn't you hear me?

What's all the fuss?

You psychic, mind your own business!

“Eun-young hur”

I'll ask them to be replace the missing yearbooks.

So, you're an alumni, right?

How did you know?

You were pretty famous as the student with looks and brains.

My grades were so0-s0...

And the yearbook shows prettier girls.

Why did you choose to be a teacher?

I guess it's not so bad after all.

Can I drop the formalities when we're alone?

If you insist.

The teachers often compare us to each other...

But they say I'm prettier and smarter.

You're definitely prettier but do you also get good grades?

Yes, I'm applying for Seoul national university.

What major?

Does it matter? It's the best school in the nation.

There must be something that interests you.

Nothing special. Besides, I hate studying.

Once I get accepted, I'm done with books.

A degree from that school is like a gold card for everything.

Even though you'll be done with books, it wouldn't hurt reading Joyce.

How come you're still here?

I didn't have the chance...

To thank you from earlier.

You like to do girlie things, don't you?

Thanks anyway.

Have a seat.

Practicing for art school?

Nope.

I'm supposed to have no talent.

How would you know?

According to my mom...

I don't have any talent and it is a waste of time.

Well, actually, she's right.

This is just for fun.

Can I see?

No. It's embarrassing.

I guess it is embarrassing.

You're breaking my heart.

Okay, I'll show it to you.

I told you so.

Why paint something so scary?

Well...

School can be...

An horrific experience for...

Both students and teachers.

Like witnessing a tragic death.

Do you get it?

I guess that's why...

I can't forget the image of Mrs. park hanging there.

It's like an inspiration.

Terrific.

What is?

- You are. You speak like an artist. - You're kidding.

I can't even paint.

Of course you can. You need to improve your skills...

But you know how to control light.

Bad paintings drain the life out of their objects...

Because they lack this quality.

This painting has it.

You have a good eye.

That's the most important element for a good artist.

You must have studied painting.

Along time ago.

When? In junior high?

No, longer than that.

I quit though.

No talent, like someone I know.

Jae-yi, will you teach me how to paint?

You can join me when you get bored of teaching.

No?

Is it ayes or no?

Allright, if you insist.

Promise that you'll do as I say.

Now you sound like Mr. oh.

We're mortal enemies.

Don't tell me you're his niece?

Isn't this great, fin-ju?

Miss hur:

What are you doing at my desk?

Is this your desk?

Yes.

What brings you to our classroom?

This used to be my homeroom.

It brings back memories.

It's still pretty much the same.

I didn't do that.

I know. I did it.

Was this your desk?

It was my friend Jin-ju's.

Excuse me.

Jin-ju, this will be your desk forever.

Here.

I found her address in my diary. I want to meet her family.

I'll explain it later.

It's really important.

I'll drop by later. Bye, mom.

Looking for an old flame?

No, a girlfriend from high school.

Lost touch after graduation?

Kind of.

Can't call that friendship.

Guess it happens when you're busy.

She died in high school.

Oh, the student who committed a suicide?

Was she your friend?

Yes, you were in Mrs. park's class.

But why are you looking for her family?

Just curious.

Go to the school storage room.

Her ghost haunts the place. You'll get to meet her in person.

A couple of girls claim that they've seen the ghost.

So she died in the art room?

Jt used to be the art room.

She must have jinxed the place.

Construction workers have been sick or Burt.

That's why that building is abandoned

of all the places to die, why choose school?

Ji-oh, you piece of shit!

The vice principal almost had a heart attack...

When he found this in the art room.

How would you explain this?

Answer me!

Are you trying to fuck with me?

- No, sir. - Don't bullshit me!

You degenerate!

You must be a psycho, a maniac.

Is that what your parents teach you at home?

Do they let you create such monstrosities?

Get out of my sight. You disgust me!

Go!

Get the heck out of here!

Get out!

I dare you.

You psycho.

You wanna die?

Die! Die!

You filthy...

I told your mom not to worry.

She's sensitive about your first exam as a senior.

If you've finished, I would like to be excused.

What's the hurry?

I should get back to my books.

Don't be a stranger to your own teacher.

A woman should be like cotton candy.

“Teacher's lounge”

so-young.

Do you know where I can find that painting of your classmate's?

It must have been trashed. Mad dog chewed it to pieces.

Mad dog?

I apologize. That's what we call Mr. oh.

Shouldn't it be “pervert”?

- Whose painting is it? - Ji-oh's.

I see.

It's for the best. No more painting for me.

- Giving up painting? - Nowhere to paint.

There is one place.

The teachers will never know.

Never mind.

What?

- Let's go. - Where?

I was just joking.

You can't go there.

Why not?

It's a mess, cobwebs and rats.

We'll just take a look.

Are you nuts? The place is haunted.

Then stay here. I'll check for ghosts, okay?

Who taught you to smoke?

No one. Ever see me learn from anyone?

How brave of you to set foot in this haunted place.

I prefer ghosts.

Besides, didn't you know?

I'm the ghost.

So this is the haunted place for avoiding teachers, right?

Then lend me some space. I need a place to paint.

I've been banned from the art room.

Don't you want to kill him?

Yeah, why don't you do the honors?

You have to pay the rent.

I found it first, so it's mine.

I'll keep it secret.

Pay the rent?

Aren't you a rich girl?

I'm sorry.

I came to ask you something and the door was open.

It's okay. Have a seat.

You haven't been put in detention.

Wow, someone did quite a number on this.

Why bring it here?

I was curious, but the teacher's lounge is...

It is uncomfortable there, isn't it?

I guess I still feel like a student.

Think so?

Perhaps it's more than that.

Do you usually sketch astudent's face?

I like their expressions.

Didn't you have something to ask?

Uh... about this painting...

Hello, there.

What were you saying?

I was in the art club when I was in high school.

So you used to paint?

No, I sculpted faces in plaster.

Sculpted?

Yes.

I used to sculpt my friend's face as a hobby.

Must have been a great gift.

I hope they were.

- Excuse me. - Just a moment.

Here. Take it.

Here. Take it.

Don't give up painting.

“Keep your place”

park, so-young. School rank, first place.

Go ahead and give her a big round of applause.

Kim, jung-sook.

Your class rank is second place, yet your school rank is 25th.

What the heck are you doing?

What's the use of studying long hours if you're not paying attention.

If you don't have the brains, ask so-young for some tips...

Class head.

Hand these out after I'm done.

- Attention! - Don't bother.

How can the class with the school's best student have the worst score?

Don't greet me until you improve the class average, you hear?

Do you have Mrs. park's class agenda book?

No, but perhaps Mr. Kim would know.

Night patrolling with female teachers will be fun.

That will be the end of lonely nights though.

What do you think? Not bad, huh?

What's wrong?

Too much dust. Look.

You have a vain side to you, don't you?

Aren't you scared of this place...

Ghosts and all?

Not at all.

Actually, I feel at ease, like home.

Really?

Why? Don't you?

Anything you say.

Strange.

Damn it!

Ow!

What the... ow!

Who's there?

Who are you?

Order!

I'll be filling in for Mr. oh today, so behave.

- He didn't come in today? - Is anything wrong?

How should I know?

Kim, nuri!

- Choi, Anna! - Here!

He must have fallen asleep in the sauna.

Maybe he's sleeping pretty deeply.

A ghost must have gotten him.

Kim, jung-sook. Kim, jung-sook! Is that her seat?

- Yes, sir. - 1s she absent?

She hasn't come in yet.

What gives? She's never late.

It was mad dog's turn. The ghost got him.

I'm positive.

Where did you get that from?

Do I still look like your friend?

Hey...

- Stop it. - Isn't that jung-sook?

I'm sure he was killed last night.

What makes you think so?

I feel it.

Just like the day Mrs. park died.

I feel like I killed mad dog myself.

You think I was possessed...

And murdered mad dog?

Whoever did it...

Aren't you glad that he's gone?

Look, I'm not joking.

What if I'm really possessed?

What shall I do?

Ji-oh, don't be so serious.

Don't worry. He's a die-hard.

He must be playing hooky.

Do as I say, eun-young.

You won't regret it.

You have to hang around with the right friends.

She's no good for you.

- Looking for this? - Yes.

What for?

It's only going to depress you.

“Class agenda book”

“Lim, ji-oh”

“applying for art school”

“lacks the ability and the desire to apply for college”

Oh, it's you, so-young.

Any problems?

No, nothing.

Did you say there were spare yearbooks?

No, they suddenly disappeared.

So stupid.

So typical of the school system.

Have you found the painting?

Huh?

Of ji-oh's. You wanted to see it.

Oh, yes. I did.

Do you know ji-oh well?

Not much. She just sits right next to me.

Why?

Nothing special, apart from her ability to call the spirits.

Call the spirits?

Probably her way of getting attention.

If you're so curious, she's in the storage room, painting.

What's this noise?

What are you doing?

Get your ass over here.

Now! I said now!

What brings you here?

So, now you're following me.

Forget it.

I have nothing against you.

Never avoided you either.

Let's just say we're different.

Meet me after evening studies.

Why?

Can't we talk now?

Is your sister coming to pick you up?

Sister?

Sorry, was that your stepmother?

She looks so young.

Jung-sook...

Mind your own business.

Is your real mom still in the loony bin?

Bitch!

To think I took pity on you.

You think you could beat me?

Guess again.

You don't have what it takes.

We're different.

Got it?

Loser.

Your mother'll save you, after all she's a shaman.

I never spread those rumors about your mor.

Jt was Mrs. park who told me.

I was scared of being ostracized for taking your side.

1 never thought that anything bad would happen to you.

She threatened to expel you...

For my sake.

Twas afraid

I'm so sorry, Jin-ju.

“To my best friend, eun-young, from Jin-ju”

Does it look like you? Don't ever lose it.

I told you I'm ji-oh.

Then where did you get those bells?

A friend gave them to me.

Jin-ju is dead.

This is where she died 9 years ago.

I saw it.

She couldn't have given those bells to you.

What are you talking about?

These are from jae-yi, jae-yi yoon!

What's wrong? What happened?

“To my best friend Jin-ju, from eun-young, 1989”

We used to be close.

So close that we shared our secrets.

But then...

Teachers started comparing us...

And we drifted apart.

She become distant.

I never reached out to her.

But...

I never thought...

It would come to this.

It's all my fault.

“To my best friend Jin-ju, from eun-young, 1989”

“Kang, hyun-soo”

“Park, ji-sung”

You should never have returned

“Eun-young has returned as a teacher”

“once again Mrs. park has become the homeroom teacher”

“ji-oh hasn't deserted me”

You're not jae-yi...

Nor Jin-ju neither.

You're not eun-young.

I've always been...

And still am... eun-young.

You can never be the eun-young I used to know.

You'll become just like Mrs. park.

You're wrong.

I'm still Jin-ju's friend eun-young.

It's no use now.

I don't want to hurt you...

But I don't have a choice.

Jae-yi!

You could never kill me.

Without you, I can continue being a student.

Stop it.

What good would it do? You are a ghost!

At first, I just wanted have a yearbook.

But then I wanted more.

I needed a friend...

Who really understood and cared about me.

But not this way!

You're not human.

I only had to...

Keep the classroom full, like these desks.

Nothing more.

For the past 9 years...

No one suspected my identity.

It didn't matter whether I was human or not.

I just had to fill the empty seats...

And be there during head counts.

I understand...

But you have to stop now.

You don't get it...

Now that you're a teacher.

What happened to you will never happen again.

I don't think so.

It always has and always will.

Trust me Jin-ju. I'll do my best.

I will. Trust me.

It'll take a lot more than just you to make a change.

Stop it, jae-yi.

Stop!

I don't care if you're a ghost or not.

You've gone too far this time.

Don't worry, ji-oh.

Everything will go back to normal.

We can never...

Go back.

Don't worry, ji-oh.

You have to stop.

I can't let you continue harming the teachers...

For my sake.

I've waited so long for you.

I can't give up now.

Stop!

It's no use, ji-oh.

Lay a finger on her and I'm gone.

Stop the horrors.

I think I can understand you now...

But the bloodshed has to end.

So many things I wanted to do.

I pined for a friend...

Who would reach out to me.

Finally, I've met that friend.

I love you, too...

Really...

But, please, stop.

Leave the rest to us.

Rest in peace, lae-yi.

I never intended to hurt anyone.

I just wanted a friend...

And to leave with good memories.

That's all.

I can't stay like this...

Because I'm not a human anymore.

I'm sorry.

We will...

Never forget you.