When I was in high school, some idiot Photoshopped a ghost behind a class photo. The teachers panicked and warned us not to contact or make offerings to any ghosts, demons, spirits, or deities without the school’s permission. Then the teachers started competing with each other to go to temples, perform spirit medium rituals, and pray at every shrine they could find. Parents raced to load their kids up with protective amulets and charms from every religion imaginable. This godforsaken school was sandwiched between several Buddhist temples and Christian churches, so before long, the parish priest and monks were dropping by regularly. A few sorcerers even came down from the mountains. All of this chaos unfolded in just one week… all because one dumbass student learned how to Photoshop a ghost into a picture.
The school really did find bones some year later when they were repairing the building, and all the neighboring houses also dug up bones when they rebuilt. But that's because my school was built on top of an old cemetery
To the god of eternal youth.
“Since the day I first laid a lock of my maiden’s hair upon your altar, many decades have passed. Now I am old and withered, but you are still beautiful as ever.”