I feel tight...
I feel like something is pressing on my chest. I can't open my eyes, but I hear breathing, the sound of water drops and laughter alternating with crying...
This kind of feeling can't be anything other than... a nightmare. The only thing I can do now is pray to the Arhats and recite the "Chinnabanchon" while my mind repeats the three-invocation prayer, ready to begin the "Chinnabanchon" incantation. The sound of the recitation next to me, as if it were a repetition, gave me goosebumps. The female voice, full of exhaustion and hunger, almost made me scream, but I couldn't scream.
"Chi nna ban cho n..."
Now, it seems that even the spirits are no longer afraid of these incantations. If reciting the prayers doesn't help, where else can I find solace for my soul?
"Fah! What happened? Why are you sweating so much?"
The strong swaying of the person next to me made me jump, before I threw myself into Intuorn's arms, seeking refuge. The sweet-faced person hugged me tightly and stroked my back and shoulders gently, not knowing what was happening to me.
"Was it a nightmare?"
"I was haunted by a spirit."
"Haunted? Why don't you laugh?"
"Intuorn!"
I pushed her away. She was still joking, even at the moments when I was most terrified. When she realized that I was really angry, she stopped laughing and made an apologetic sound.
"It was just a joke, I just wanted to lighten the mood. There was no need to get so angry. But how did the spirit scare you?"
"Well..."
I approached Intuorn again and began to describe what happened.
"It was like something was on top of me."
"Was it a man or a woman?"
"Woman."
"This is absurd! Only I can be on top of you like this!"
"Intuorn, is this really the time to play?"
Even though I yelled, Intuorn was still having fun, which made me feel like a three-year-old child telling something serious but being ignored by her mother.
"How dare she scare you, with you standing right next to me like this?"
"I can't sleep now, I'm afraid the spirit will come back if I sleep again."
"What time is it now?"
The boss skillfully took out her phone to check the time.
"It's already past four in the morning. Haunting you at this hour... okay... then let's not sleep, let's do something else. What can we do... how about we play a little? The time is good for that."
"No!"
I spoke in a stern tone of voice, still unable to calm down, until, finally, Intuorn gave up.
"Then let's talk in the meantime. What can we talk about... since we woke up because of the spirit, how about telling us why you're so afraid of spirits? I think I heard that the reason you have the disease of not recognizing faces is because of that, right?"
"It's not really a spirit..."
I took a deep breath, since I couldn't sleep, I thought it wouldn't hurt to talk about it.
"As you know, In, when I was little, I had an accident, I fell from a high place and it made my brain work wrong. The reason for that was because I walked into a cemetery."
