Chapter 50: The Paper Figure at the Window
Logically, this place is the underworld, so it shouldn’t be haunted.
But that doesn’t seem right either. Everyone here is a ghost, so what was that paper figure outside just now?
Liu Qian appeared a little flustered.
She wanted to leave, but her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, making her unable to move.
The laughter by her ears became clearer. In the darkness, something seemed to be knocking on the glass.
This strange sound, each knock, struck Liu Qian’s heart, causing an inexplicable bone-chilling cold.
For a woman living alone, let alone encountering ghosts, even a person breaking into her house would make her fearful.
What about something that cannot be seen or touched?
What did that paper figure come for?
Liu Qian’s throat tightened, and her voice trembled slightly as she said,
“Who… who are you? I’m calling the police!”
But there was no answer from the darkness, only the continuous, strange laughter.
Seeing this, Liu Qian dared not wait any longer. She quickly turned around and tried to escape.
Her mobile phone was on the desk in the room, but that desk was next to the window, and the window was still making a thudding sound.
If she went to get it, something bad was bound to happen.
But if she didn’t go to get it, how could she escape from this pitch-black room?
Liu Qian was extremely anxious at this moment, but she finally made up her mind, rushed to the desk, and tried to grab her phone.
However, the moment she reached out, a pale ghost hand stretched out from the darkness, directly grabbing her wrist.
A sharp and hollow voice echoed in the room.
“Liu Qian… I’ve come to pick you up…”
Listening to the unfamiliar and eerie voice, and seeing the ghost hand gripping her wrist, Liu Qian’s breathing almost stopped.
The ice-cold touch from her wrist told her that this was definitely not an illusion!
But who was it?
She had never heard this voice before. They had no past grievances, so why would they trouble her?
“Who are you?”
Liu Qian asked the darkness again.
“I don’t think I know you?”
“Heh heh…” The voice in the room spoke again, this time much clearer, as if it was right behind Liu Qian.
“Come with me… come with me…”
Then, a pale ghost hand slowly reached out from the darkness and gripped her neck…
Liu Qian suddenly woke up from her dream. She looked around and found that there was no paper figure in her room, and the lights were all on.
The night wind outside gently blew the curtains, as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.
But was it really a dream?
Liu Qian’s body trembled slightly, and her back was already soaked with cold sweat. Her rapid heartbeat made her breathing very disordered.
“Hoo… hoo…”
She sat up and gasped for air. The terrifying appearance of the paper figure in her mind was still faintly visible.
After calming herself down, Liu Qian got out of bed. She walked to the desk, looking back every step, and reached for her phone on the desk with trembling hands.
The moment the screen lit up, the dazzling light made her squint her eyes.
However, when she saw what was on her phone screen, her breathing almost stopped.
A text message in blood-red font appeared on the screen.
“I am in your house.”
The sender was a completely unknown number. The message was sent a few minutes ago, during her dream.
In fear, Liu Qian’s fingers almost lost their grip on the phone. She swallowed hard.
At this moment, she wished with all her heart that it was all her imagination, but the message was so glaring.
Soon, she remembered the words of the mysterious old man in the Taoist robe.
“One more piece of advice, young friend. Your lifespan is not yet over, and you will likely attract something unclean.”
It seemed that the Taoist priest was absolutely right.
But the top priority now was to find a way to escape from here.
Her gaze swept across the room, searching for any signs of abnormality.
The room was silent, only the sound of the cold wind blowing into the house.
Liu Qian took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and clicked on the message details. However, apart from the short message, there was no useful information.
There was a phone number, which Liu Qian hesitantly dialed.
But on the other end, there was only a busy tone, followed by a cold robotic female voice.
“The number you have dialed is not in service. Please check and dial again…”
Liu Qian’s heart beat faster. She tiptoed towards the door.
Her footsteps made faint sounds on the floor. Although they were her own sounds, each one made her heart skip a beat.
When she reached the door, she pressed her ear against it, listening carefully to the movement outside.
The outside of the door was silent, as if the entire world had fallen asleep.
But for some reason, Liu Qian felt as if something was secretly watching her.
This feeling made her hair stand on end, and she felt uneasy all over.
Summoning her courage, she gently turned the doorknob.
The old wooden door slowly opened a crack. The world outside was pitch black, with only a faint light emanating from the stairwell.
Her gaze searched the darkness, trying to confirm it was safe. However, when her eyes fell on the window at the end of the corridor, she suddenly stopped.
The young girl’s pupils contracted violently. She saw a blurry figure hunched outside the window, motionless.
A primal fear prevented her from even screaming.
Liu Qian tried to close the door, but it seemed to be stuck by something, and she couldn’t close it no matter how hard she tried!
Her fingers gripped the doorknob tightly, her fingertips turning white.
At that moment, the figure outside the window began to slowly turn around, revealing its greenish face.
This was the paper figure Liu Qian had seen in her dream!
Its face still wore an exaggerated smile, and its black eyes stared directly at her.
The paper figure’s mouth opened and closed stiffly, emitting a sharp and hollow voice.
“I found you… Liu Qian…”
Listening to the approaching voice outside the door, Liu Qian put in all her strength. Finally, with a loud “bang.”
The door was slammed shut.
The young girl leaned against the door, gasping for air.
Soon, another text message popped up on her phone.
“You can’t escape…”
Along with this message came the faint footsteps outside the door, as if something was approaching.
She braced herself against the door, hugged her knees, her eyes filled with terror.
The footsteps outside grew closer, accompanied by an eerie, almost insane laughter.
Soon, her phone screen went completely dark. All that remained in the room was the girl’s breathing, and the terrifying movement outside the door.
