C8 A Ghost Is Coming

Now that he's at the Liuji house, he's no threat to me. After I dialed the number, I asked, "Why do you always scare me? I didn't do anything to disobey you this time, did I?"

"Little girl, you called the wrong number." The ghost's voice suddenly softened, making me a little uncomfortable. I was about to say something when someone hung up.

When he called again, the phone was already off.

I couldn't get through to him, so I sent him a message. I remembered what Qin Jiu had said, so I obeyed his wishes before the master came: I will listen to you obediently, but you don't have to scare me anymore, okay?

As soon as I sent the text, I heard my father telling me to eat. After dinner, my father sent me back to my bedroom to sleep. Actually, I wanted to tell him that I really wasn't sick. Even if I didn't look good, it was because I was scared. But my dad has always been an aggressive person. Just as I was about to go wash the dishes, my dad's face darkened and I had no choice but to return to my bedroom.

Perhaps it was due to the effect of the message I sent to the ghost, but the ghost didn't scare me again. I fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.

When dawn was about to arrive, he suddenly felt extremely cold under his blanket. He blurrily went to the remote control, wanting to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner. However, when he took out the remote control and saw the temperature of the air conditioner at 26 degrees, he immediately woke up. Logically speaking, I shouldn't feel cold at this temperature. Could it be that I have a fever?

I took a thermometer from the bedside table and measured the temperature. It was three or six degrees, which was very normal. Then why is it so cold? Air conditioning failure?

Forget it, since I'm awake, I'm going to get up and cook dinner for my dad. Currently, a lot of the breakfast sold outside is made from gutter oil. My dad worked so hard to make money for me, so I didn't want him to eat those dirty meals. Therefore, if there weren't any special circumstances in the past few years, I would make breakfast for my dad.

Just as he reached the bathroom door, the door creaked open.

My house is very old. The light in the bathroom is very dim. Even in broad daylight, it is very dark. I thought it was because the window had not been closed, so I blew open the door. So I didn't think about it too much, but when I was about to walk through the bathroom, I saw a pale woman's face in the mirror.

The woman was dressed in bright red and was combing her hair in the mirror.

The bathroom is very close to my bedroom. If someone comes in and uses the bathroom, there's no way I wouldn't know about it. Furthermore, my dad hasn't even woken up yet, how did she get in?

I slowly walked towards the wall, picked up the broom that was placed in the corner, and quietly walked towards her. When I got close to her, I took the broom and hit her: "I told you to come to my house and steal something! I told you to steal something! "

With a wave of the broom, a cracking sound could be heard from her back as she was cut in half at the waist.

Cluck, cluck, cluck …

There was a creepy laugh in her throat.

I cried out in fright and took a few steps back.

She was a ghost! She was not human.

Her broken body slowly reformed. Then, she walked towards me step by step. With every step, creaking sounds came from all over her body. Her movements were as slow as a zombie's.

I picked up a classic from the bookshelf and threw it at her. The classics were heavy and thick, and when they hit her, she tilted her body and broke into two more halves. Her head rolled onto the floor at my feet.

Her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as she stared at me!

I couldn't stand the sound of yelling for my father. My father heard me crying and came running from the bedroom next door.

I immediately threw myself into my father's embrace and pointed behind me while panicking, "Dad, there's a ghost! A ghost is coming!"

"Where's the ghost?" My father asked me doubtfully.

"There it is!" I trembled as I pointed behind me.

"Nope." My father looked at me worriedly. "Is studying too tiring?"

From my dad's tone, it sounded like he didn't see anything.

With my father here, I gained the courage to look behind me, but I never saw a ghost again. Could it be that everything that happened just now was just an illusion?

I wiped a layer of sweat from my forehead.

My father sighed. Normally, if I slept so loudly, he would be cursing me, but after the collapse of the school building, my father treated me better and better: "Don't do anything these days. Rest well. I'll go cook for you. "

Normally, it was me who cooked for my dad at this time of the day. If you cook for me again, he would be late for work, so I said, "Dad, I'm going downstairs to buy some buns and soy milk. Go wash up."

My father looked at his watch and knew it was too late. He nodded and went to his bedroom to change.

I didn't dare to stay in the bedroom any longer, so I followed my father out of the bathroom.