How did a (cute girl) like you end up in a place like this?!
Trying your hardest to escape, it also seems like you also have forgotten your 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. As you continue your journey on escaping, you encounter some ghosts especially a little (n...
Leaving the room, I retraced my steps, the dim corridor echoing my soft footsteps. But when I reached the door, a chilling thought stopped me. Wait... since when was the door open? I was sure it had been locked when I entered. Perhaps it was just my imagination playing tricks. I shrugged off the thought and stepped inside.
Two paths lay before me. The left one pulsed with a menacing red light, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The right was cloaked in darkness so deep it felt like a void. A deep breath escaped my lips, and harnessing my instincts, I cautiously chose the left path. "Here goes nothing," I murmured, the words echoing slightly in the hallway.
Yet, the sight that met my eyes sent a wave of dread crashing over me. Dark, viscous stains mottled the ground, smudged like spilled ink against the concrete. "I-is that blood?" My heart raced. It looked fresh, as though whatever had happened here was still ongoing.
A sudden woosh made me freeze. A shadow shifted in the corner of my eye, confirming my fears, I was not alone. "I should go!" Panic surged through me, and I turned to backtrack down the corridor. But the path infront of me was a dead end.
I spotted a narrow space where I could half-hide. My adrenaline spiked as I squeezed in, holding my breath and praying the unknown presence wouldn't find me. My fingers curled around a cold metal object lying in the corner—a crowbar. "A weapon... for self-defense," I whispered to myself.
Huddled in my hiding spot, I strained to hear anything else. The sound of dragging fabric became more pronounced, the dread that clung to me as sweet and terrifying as the scent of blood in the air. Then, suddenly, a face appeared in front of me.
"???" (Hello).
Instinct triumphing over logic, I swung the crowbar with all my might.
Smack
The ghost reeled, clutching its bleeding head, confusion sketched on its spectral face. "???" (Sorry).
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The weight of shock hovered in the air as the ghost, unfazed by the impact, slumped down in a corner, nursing its wound. In that fleeting moment, guilt rolled over me like a heavy blanket. They weren't attacking; they were only... there. Nevertheless, I still felt justified in my fear. "Maybe I shouldn't have hit them..."
The figure remained still, their head covered by a mess of dark, flowing hair. I inched closer, hesitantly asking, "Erm... a-are you okay?" It was a futile attempt, I knew, but the act of kindness felt necessary.
"????. ?" (You Worry Me?) The ghost met my gaze, giggling softly.
"????. !" (Unsafe Me Go With You!)
A chill slid down my spine, revealing an unexpected warmth. Maybe this ghost wasn't my enemy. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, and, surprisingly, I felt... reassured?
"Uh... I should go now," I said, uncertainty cracking my voice as I stepped out from the hiding spot. To my surprise, the ghost crawled after me, a black silhouette following my every move as I navigated through the dimly lit corridor.
A mix of anxiety and curiosity gripped me as I continued walking, the ghost keeping pace. Would they protect me? Or lead me further into danger?
