C211 It's so hard for mother to think about you

When I stopped shouting, the ghost girl who came in laughed. At the same time, his shoulders began to straighten towards the ceiling, and he strangely tightened his grip.

My sweat is like rain.

Didn't I throw the chair onto the ground with me? That female ghost was now walking step by step in front of me.

As she drew closer, I dared not open my eyes. I closed them and thought I was safe