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She closed her eyes, thinking it was just her imagination, but the strange knocking sound continued, thumping loudly against the door.
She nudged Ruan Hongmei, but she merely mumbled something before turning over to continue sleeping. Su Jin'er shook her head helplessly and walked over to the door.
She leaned against the door, listening carefully to the sounds outside. The person knocking seemed to sense her approach and stopped for a moment. One second, two seconds, three seconds—then the knocking resumed. It startled her; the sound felt as if it were striking directly at her heart, causing her heartbeat to quicken. She clutched her chest and gasped for breath. However, after two more knocks, the sound abruptly ceased. Then she heard a strange noise—not footsteps of someone leaving, but a hopping sound, as if someone was jumping away. Yet the sound of landing didn’t seem like it came from two feet.
Could it be a monster with only one leg?
At this thought, her spine stiffened. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she suddenly felt a cold breeze pass over her back. She shivered involuntarily and slowly turned around. There was nothing behind her—only bright moonlight illuminating the ground, casting faint shadows.
Still, she wanted to return to bed and sleep, but that hopping sound outside kept her on edge.
Maybe I should go out and take a look! Perhaps it's just a classmate sleepwalking!
Reassuring herself with this thought, she slowly placed her hand on the doorknob and turned it. The door opened slightly; she didn’t fully open it but just created a small gap to peek outside. She looked left and right but saw nothing unusual. However, that strange sound suddenly stopped the moment she opened the door. The dark corridor was eerily silent.
Just as she was about to open the door wider to see what was going on, an eye suddenly appeared in the gap—a terrifying eyeball with only the white part visible. Su Jin'er screamed and quickly shut the door, leaning against it as she gasped for air, her heart pounding in her chest as if it would leap out of her mouth.
The terrifying knocking resumed again—thump after thump against the door. This time it didn’t pause after three knocks like before; instead, it continued rhythmically as if it would never stop.
Su Jin'er covered her ears, feeling her nerves fraying in her mind. She was on the verge of breaking down and quickly ran back to bed, diving under the covers.
She didn’t know how long it had been when the knocking finally stopped, but she still couldn’t fall asleep. A fine layer of sweat coated her forehead. Slowly, she peeked out from under the covers. In the moonlight, she seemed to see a black shadow by her bedside. In an instant, Su Jin'er felt every hair on her body stand on end because there was indeed someone standing next to her bed.
“W-who are you?” she asked in a trembling voice.
“I... died... so... miserably!”
A mournful sound echoed in her ears.
Su Jin'er looked in terror at the thing standing by the bed that resembled a person. It was a woman, her long hair almost sweeping across Su Jin'er's face.
Suddenly, she mustered the courage to say, "If you died so tragically, go find the one who caused your death! Why are you looking for me?"
In truth, her body was trembling, but the more afraid she felt, the more intense her fear became.
"I died such a tragic death!" As she spoke, the figure suddenly reached out with a pair of pale hands, grasping for Su Jin'er's neck. She hurriedly dodged and then caught sight of a ghostly white face.
Pressing tightly against the wall, she dared not breathe. The pale figure before her was surely not human, as it conveyed only an overwhelming sense of cold—boundless, infinite cold.
The figure slowly lifted its head, and Su Jin'er gathered her courage to take a glance. That fleeting moment nearly caused her to faint.
Standing before her was none other than Zhuo Xiaoman, who had died just a few days ago.
"I want to know why you committed suicide?" she suddenly asked. Although she knew the question was absurd, she still posed it. However, she received no answer; the figure could only repeat one phrase.
"I died such a tragic death!"
Su Jin'er was speechless once again. She suddenly felt unafraid; it seemed this person had no intention of harming her. Yet in the blink of an eye, the pale figure vanished.
She widened her eyes and looked around the dormitory—nothing was there. Could it have all been just an illusion?
After this fright, she found herself wide awake. She got up to wash her face and then returned to the dormitory. Ruan Hongmei was still sleeping soundly, completely undisturbed even by the commotion Su Jin'er had just caused.
Su Jin'er shook her head helplessly and put on a piece of clothing before walking to the window.
It was already four in the morning, and the moon was almost out of sight. Tomorrow should be a nice day!
A gentle breeze blew in the early morning, lifting the strands of hair from her forehead, drifting lightly. Breathing in the morning air should feel good! Recently, events at school had left her feeling quite depressed. She leaned her head out the window; the wind was still a bit cold, but not as biting as it was in winter.
Suddenly, she saw a white shadow disappear into the woods.
A white shadow?
She thought of Zhuo Xiaoman, who had just been standing by her bed.
Could it be her?
However, she hadn't heard the sound of a door opening! Could it really be a ghost?
Thinking this, she decided to go down and see whether it was a person or a ghost.
Since it was already spring, some classmates might be up early to exercise. To avoid being startled herself and scaring others instead, she changed out of her white nightgown and tied her hair back into a ponytail so she wouldn't frighten anyone.
Before opening the door, she recalled the knocking sound and that terrifying eye, causing her hand to pause on the doorknob. The bloodshot eye sent chills down her spine; how could a person have such a horrifying eye?
Was that eye still outside?
After much contemplation, she decided to open the door. If she delayed any longer, perhaps that White Shadow would vanish. Taking a deep breath, she slowly turned the doorknob.
The originally dark corridor was now illuminated by lights, but the dim yellow glow did not lessen the fear; instead, it made the silent hallway seem even more eerie. She looked around cautiously but found nothing unusual, then carefully stepped outside.
An overly quiet environment can drive a person mad!
Now she firmly believed this saying. The silent corridor echoed only her footsteps, reminding her of the most terrifying place—hell.
Turning the corner of the stairs, she slowly descended, feeling as if she was heading straight to hell. The eerie silence around her suggested that at any moment, a decaying face or a bloodied figure could appear beside her.
With each step, she treaded carefully, as if walking on the edge of a knife. She had to ensure that she moved quickly out of the dormitory without making a sound.
Perhaps by the time she reached downstairs, that shadow would have vanished!
Thinking this, she unconsciously quickened her pace. However, in doing so, she accidentally made a noise with her footsteps. Terrified, she glanced around; everything remained quiet. Everyone must still be asleep! Although it was often said that between eleven-thirty and two in the morning was when people fell into deep sleep, it seemed that most preferred to sleep in the early hours.
The sound of her footsteps did not wake anyone, which relieved her greatly. She was only one floor away from reaching the ground level.
With this thought in mind, she quickly ran down to the first floor on her toes. As she passed by the manager's room, she slowed down. For some reason, she suddenly felt curious about whether the manager was asleep.
Perhaps to prevent students from peeking in, the manager had covered the window with thick layers of newspaper, leaving only a small opening at the bottom right corner to see passing students. However, at night when sleeping, she would temporarily cover that window with books or paper.
Today seemed to be an exception because she clearly saw that the small window was not completely sealed.
Just as she was about to take a look inside, it suddenly struck her—why did she want to check if the manager was sleeping? She chuckled softly and prepared to leave when a rustling sound came from within, as if someone were undressing.
Could it be that the manager was getting ready for bed now?
She leaned closer to the window and saw a scene that made her blush and her heart race, because the rustling sound was not from someone undressing, but from something else entirely.
A hairy man was sitting on top of the manager, and it seemed that the manager had something stuffed in her mouth, so her cries did not escape. She thought someone was assaulting the manager, and just as she was about to scream, she noticed that the manager's hands were not tied, which meant she was a willing participant.
There was nothing to worry about then.
She sighed in relief and walked towards the door. Perhaps to allow the man to enter easily, the main door was not locked, which also made it convenient for Su Jin'er to slip out unnoticed.
She carefully opened the door and stepped outside. The air was fresh, and she took a deep breath before heading towards the woods. It was a bit of an exaggeration to call it a forest since there were only two rows of trees. The figure she had seen disappeared behind the second row of trees, heading towards the dormitory building ahead.
Could that person be a student from the dormitory?
She quickened her pace and ran over. However, having wasted some time, she did not see the figure again. Was that really a student from this dormitory?
Standing beneath the dormitory, she looked up but did not notice any lit windows. Just as she was about to turn back, the white figure appeared again; it was at the corner of the dormitory building. She stood quietly there.
Su Jin'er quickly hid behind a nearby tree.
The White Shadow stood at the corner of the dormitory building, her back pressed tightly against the wall, with her hands making strange movements in the air.
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