chapter 61-70
chapter 71-80
chapter 81-90
chapter 91-100
chapter 101-110
chapter 111-120
chapter 121-130
chapter 131-140
chapter 141-150
chapter 151-160
chapter 161-170
chapter 171-180
chapter 181-190
chapter 191-200
chapter 201-210
chapter 211-220
Chapter 8 Rujia Buddha
The old woman looked at me with a smile. She opened her toothless mouth, saying “You know.”
"What?"
It seemed like the old woman was going to keep quiet no matter what I said. She slowly continued to fold more golden paper ingots.
“I gave you more money than you asked for, but you still won’t speak to me. I wasn’t born yesterday; you can’t just rip me off.” It was no use. She just continued to fold her ingots.
I was getting hungry while waiting around for the sun to go down. Finally, I stood up and picked up my belongings left the store.
The old woman didn’t want to tell me anything else and I had no idea what else to do. I went back home and put the paper ingots and paper clothes in the box with the letters. After that, I quickly cooked something for dinner.
After finishing the meal, I sat in front of the computer with a full stomach. The WeChat app was flashing. I clicked it. It was Rujia Buddha who had sent me a message.
Rujia Buddha: OP, did you visit the house?
Rujia Buddha: OP, are you online?
I saw the timestamp. The messages had been sent at noon. So I hurried to reply: “Yes, I was forced to buy some stuff.”
Obviously, Rujia Buddha was still online. He replied immediately: “Forced to buy stuff? Did you visit the ghost house?”
I replied: “Yes, I was at the shroud store next to it. That old woman was cunning. She made me buy a bunch of stuff for no reason.”
Rujia Buddha: “Shroud store? There is no shroud store by the ghost house. The police would never allow that kind of store to exist in the city center.
I was stunned and quickly replied: “It was next to the ghost house. There was a watch stall on one side and a shroud store on the other side.”
Rujia Buddha: “OP, you might be drunk. I am in the building opposite the ghost house, the phone store. There is in fact a watch stall, but there is no shroud store. I can prove it”
Shortly after he sent the message, Rujia Buddha sent me a photo.
According to the sky, the photo must have been taken just a few moments ago. The street was still crowded. The ghost house stood quietly among many dim street lamps. The building next to it was a dilapidated shack. There was a huge hole in the wall letting in the dim light of the street lamps.
Looking through its open door, I could see the shack had the same layout as the shroud store.
I felt a chill run up my spine, and my whole body became cold. At that moment, my blood felt like it was frozen and I could barely move.
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A Guest in a Ghost House
HorrorI've been receiving 3 creepy pictures in the mail every three days. After setting off to find the source, I found myself trapped living in a ghost house. The more answers I get, the more questions I have. What did I do to deserve this?
