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The Arrival of the Yin Wife
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While I was at work during the day, I suddenly received a text message reminding me that a payment was due.
Looking at the message, I felt puzzled because I had just paid my phone bill not long ago, and this month's expenses had already exceeded my budget. I was out here working alone, without many contacts—just calling home and a few colleagues. So, I was quite curious about why my phone bill was so high. I wondered if Mobile had charged me maliciously. With that thought in mind, I called Mobile customer service.
On the phone, I asked why my phone bill had accumulated so quickly and if there had been any unauthorized charges.
The Mobile Customer Service Representative told me, "Sir, there’s nothing wrong with your bill; you indeed used that much."
I continued to press for more information, expressing my disbelief.
But in the end, she told me that if I didn’t believe her, I could go to the Mobile Service Center and print out my Call Log to see for myself. After saying that, she hung up on me.
Holding my phone, I felt a mix of emotions—what kind of service attitude was that? If there were indeed unauthorized charges, how could they treat me like this? Mobile was truly heartless!
I spent the entire day at work feeling frustrated. The next day, unable to let it go and driven by curiosity, I took a day off to visit the Mobile Service Center and print out the records.
However, when the document came out, I was stunned.
The Call Log revealed a long list of calls—detailed entries showing that I had made calls almost every day.
I wasn’t someone who typically made daily calls.
Initially planning to complain about Mobile’s alleged unauthorized charges, I suddenly lost my anger as I left with the Call Log in hand.
As I walked along, glancing at the entries on the Call Log, my heart sank further with each look.
Early morning calls—early morning calls—every entry was from early morning. The longest call lasted over five hours and occurred continuously for a month.
Moreover, all the calls were to the same number. This meant that throughout an entire month, during early morning hours, I had been calling this number repeatedly!
I was stunned. I scrolled through my phone, but there was no record of that number in my contacts!
Usually, I’m pretty exhausted from work and go to bed around eight or nine. A call at midnight was truly baffling.
I dialed the number from the call log, but the phone just rang without an answer. It was puzzling. This could very well be a scam number.
Damn it, I thought. I had just topped up my balance because I had been using this number for five or six years. I really didn’t want to change it.
After topping up, I returned home.
Before long, night fell, and I went to sleep as usual. The next day, while sitting in the office, my phone suddenly received a text reminding me to top up again.
Now I was genuinely angry. Without hesitation, I complained to customer service, but the representative calmly informed me.
“Sir, you made a five-hour call last night.”
I thought to myself, what the hell? Was I talking to a ghost? But then I remembered that call log and suddenly pressed the hang-up button.
Could it be that number again? I took out my phone and tried to call back, but it still said no one was answering.
When I got home from work that evening, I thought I needed to come up with a plan! Coincidentally, my phone balance was down to just over three dollars. But three dollars was still money!
So before going to bed, I simply removed the SIM card. Let’s see how you make calls now.
The next morning, feeling quite confident, I put the SIM card back in. But as soon as I turned on the phone, I received a text reminding me that my balance was overdue.
Seeing that message first thing in the morning made me want to curse!
I checked my phone bill and found that I owed fifty. That meant I had somehow used over fifty in just one night. I had originally planned to call customer service, but thinking about how companies like Mobile often take advantage of customers, I decided against it and accepted my misfortune.
However, I had removed my SIM card, so how was I still able to make calls? If I told anyone about this, they probably wouldn't believe me.
Even with the card removed, there was still a Call Log.
I couldn't get through during the day, yet somehow, calls were going through in the dead of night. Could it be… could it be that I was seeing ghosts? I sat on my bed in a daze; if it were any other time, I would have already jumped out of bed to go to work.
Suddenly, I felt a slight headache. Something was definitely off. I frowned. Was it possible that someone had entered my room at night and used my phone to make calls?
The thought made me break out in a cold sweat. If that were true, it would be quite terrifying. Just imagine someone using your phone right next to you while you slept in the middle of the night… that scene would rival any ghost story!
To uncover the truth, I borrowed a camera from a colleague at work. Once I had it in hand, I plugged it in to charge just to be safe.
Night fell quickly, and by then, I had finished my tenth cigarette. In reality, I was feeling quite anxious, with my nerves constantly on edge.
Worried that the camera might not capture anything, I left the lights on and positioned my phone facing the camera. After setting everything up, I thought there shouldn’t be any problems now.
Around nine o'clock, I lay down on my bed and pretended to sleep.
But no matter how much I tossed and turned, sleep eluded me. After getting up to use the bathroom around ten, I returned to bed and put on my headphones to listen to music. As time passed unknowingly, I eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, when I woke up, it was raining outside. My head felt a bit heavy as I took off my headphones and tried to shake off the grogginess.
Rubbing my eyes, it suddenly hit me—I almost missed something important!
I turned to glance at my phone and picked it up to check. There were no records in the contact list. However, my mind was elsewhere.
I took a few steps forward and picked up the camera. I scrolled through last night's recording, since the call times were all after Early Morning, I fast-forwarded directly to that time. I watched slowly, but there was nothing in the frame except for myself and the phone.
I kept watching, nearly losing my patience.
I fast-forwarded bit by bit, but just then, I suddenly saw myself lying in bed sit up abruptly. Then I picked up the headphones resting on the pillow and walked toward the bathroom. At that moment, I was stunned; the camera could no longer capture me. However, it wasn't long before I heard a muffled sound coming from the bathroom, almost as if it was accompanied by the sound of rain. I was very curious about what this sound was, so I leaned in closer to listen. The sound recorded by the camera was very hoarse. After listening for a while, I realized I couldn't make out what was being said; it just felt like a phrase was being repeated over and over again, and the tone was somewhat eerie.
The more I listened, the more my heart raced, and an icy chill crept over me. The tone kept repeating without stopping, and the voice was incredibly hoarse, like someone sawing teeth with a saw. This kind of sound made my scalp tingle.
Finally, I gave up because after more than half an hour of listening, I still couldn't decipher what I had said. Lost in thought, could it be that I had been the one making calls in the middle of the night? Was everything just a result of my sleepwalking?
About an hour or two later, I heard footsteps approaching, and then my image appeared on screen again. This time I slowed down the video; at that moment, I could see every movement clearly, even my expressions were distinct. In the Light Screen, my slowed-down self ended the call with a grim look on my face. But in the next second, the version of me on camera suddenly flashed an extremely eerie smile at the lens, sending chills down my spine.
I gasped in shock and wanted to continue watching, but then my recorded self abruptly turned off the camera.
Sitting on the sofa with the camera in hand, I felt an overwhelming sense of dread.
My breathing became increasingly labored without me realizing it. Sweat beads formed densely on my forehead. I wondered if there was something wrong with my body or mind; otherwise, why would I get up in the middle of the night to make calls?
Restless, I paced around the room until finally deciding to call my company to take a day off and went to see a doctor.
I arrived at the hospital in a daze, but after all the tests were done, they found nothing wrong.
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