Transtor: der Transtions
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The woman in the gsam was certain that, judging by the girl in pajamas' timid nature, after she left, she wouldn’t dare to approach the door, let alone check if it roperly closed.
But there was no time to think more; the eerie sound followed her closely, like a parasite stuck to her bones.
Just as the sound grew nearer and seemed like it would poun her at any moment, a light suddenly appeared in front of her.
Uhe light she had seen before, this one was distind warm, like the holy light radiating from heaven.
It was also a door.
A half-open door.
A stra familiar face appeared behind the half-open door.
Jiang g stood there, with a rge round head peeking out from behind him.
The Fatty bli her disheveled state, then his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had seen something horrifying.
The woman in the gsam realized that he must have seen whatever was chasing her.
The Fatty anxiously said something to Jiang g, but Jiang g pletely ignored him.
The Fatty then seemed to get frustrated and, bypassing Jiang g, tried to close the door on his own.
This pahe woman in the gsam as she ran toward them.
“Don’t close the door!”
She screamed desperately. The door in front of her was her only hope, and she could already feel the cold, eerie breath of the thing behind her.
Fortunately, Jiang g stood in front of the Fatty the whole time, deying him.
At the st critical moment, the woman in the gsam squeezed through the gap in the door. Jiang g stepped back just in time, and she crashed into the Fatty.
Caught off guard, the Fatty stumbled backward ao the ground with an “Ouch.”
The sed, the woman in the gsam quickly turned around and smmed the door shut.
She was saved.
Strangely, the moment the door closed, all the frantining sounds in the hallway vanished.
The night returo its previous silence.
It was as if everything that had just happened was merely a halluation.
Leaning against the door, the woman in the gsam panted heavily, her body trembling untrolbly.
By this time, the Fatty had already stood up, rubbing his sore shoulder and stomach, his eyes filled with dissatisfa and suspi.
In trast, Jiang g’s gaze was much calmer. He looked her up and down, seemingly waiting for her to catch her breath and expin what had just happened.
“Hoo—” The woman in the gsam took a deep breath and slowly calmed down. She turned around a Jiang g’s gaze. “Thank you,” she said, nodding, her messy hair stig to her face, making her appear a bit bedraggled.
Iy, from the moment she had left room 407 to the time she escaped into room 404 where Jiang g and the Fatty were, only a few minutes had passed. But to her, it had felt like a tury.
It was a life-ah chase.
Jiang g lifted his . “So, tell us what happened.” He paused, then added, “You’re safe now, so I need you to be as detailed as possible.”
Perhaps still skeptical of the woman’s identity, Jiang g kept a safe distance from her, which she found reasonable.
To be ho, she hadn’t expected Jiang g to let her in.
Although it had saved her, she couldn’t help but think less of him for it.
Of course, she didn’t let this disdain show on her face.
If the roles were reversed, she wouldn’t have opehe door for someone being chased by a ghost. First, doing so might result in her being chased and killed by the ghost as well. Sed, who could tell if this wasn’t some trick of the ghost, and the one bei in wasn’t the ghost itself?
The safest course would be to hold her breath, ignore everything, and pretend she hadn’t heard anything.
Once she caught her breath, the woman in the gsam began reting her experiearting with the strange scraping sound that the girl in pajamas had heard in her room, then describing everything she had gohrough after leaving the room: the mysterious appearance of room 407 and the thing chasing her from behind.
She didn’t explicitly say the thing chasing her was a ghost, but it was undeniable.
After listening to her story, the Fatty frowned and said, “You said hearing the strange scraping sound isn’t a sign of the ghost killing someone, but it’s those who didn’t hear it that are in danger?”
The woman in the gsam, recalling the ret chase, paled and nodded. “I think so.”
“That’s strange,” Jiang g mused, suddenly speaking up.
“What have you thought of?”
“I’m w what its goal is,” Jiang g expined. “Is it making the noise just to scare people?”
Jiang g’s question piqued the woman’s curiosity. She habitually fixed her hair and then, without thinking, goward the door.
In the sed, her pupils shrank in horror. A chilliion crawled up her spine like ice c through her veins.
Her blood turned cold, and it felt like her veins were filled with sharp, frozen spikes.
Yet, her mind was unnervingly clear, and the events of the past few minutes fshed through her brain like an old film reel.
In the moment before the ghost almost caught her, it was Jiang g who had *pushed* the door open and saved her.
Yes!
It was the Jiang g behind her who had *pushed* the door open!
But she distinctly remembered that the dorm doors on this floor had to be *pulled* open from the inside, so how could it be...
“Gulp.” Her throat stricted with a loud swallow.
Something was wrong.
In the moment, Jiang g’s voice drifted from behind, no longer calm but ced with a twisted, suppressed madness.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Jiang g asked in a sione.
The woman in the gsam trembled, uo utter a single word.
The Fatty spoke too, but his voice had bee strange—sharper and more distorted with each word. “Why aren’t you speaking?”
“Speak! Why aren’t you talking!!” By the end, the shrill voice sounded like it could pierce her eardrums.
Malice, distortion, and hatred—an overwhelming mix of ive emotions filled the air.
The voice was now clearly that of a woman, young but filled with deep rese.
The woman in the gsam finally broke. In a frenzy, she tried to open the door, but it was as if it had been welded shut, not budging an inch.
As the voices behind her grew closer, she screamed and spun around, only to find that the once and tidy dorm room had pletely ged.
The walls were decayed and peeling, a heap of dark, filthy objects piled on the bed. A broken-legged chair y overturned in the er, and a dusty mirror was embedded in the wardrobe.
Moonlight from outside faintly illuminated crimson stains on the floor, the entire space marked by the wear of time.
Jiang g and the Fatty had disappeared.
Just as her terran to give way to fusion, she heard an odd sound: “Cck, cck, cck!”
It was like teeth grinding—or something ughing.
From the mirror.
(End of the Chapter)
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