Ghost Bride

  The floorboards underfoot creaked with age, the place was very large, with two floors. The stairs were steep and narrow, giving a sense of oppression. Wang Rui went up like this, step by step, at a slow pace.

  On the wall is a big character of "xi" (happiness). The door of the room is also wide open, as if it knew she was coming.

  At this moment, Wang Ruike was like a broken doll, walking forward step by step. Fear and terror, at this moment, she didn't feel anything.

  A loud "bang" as a gust of wind came, the wooden window slammed heavily against the wood, making Wang Rui jump.

  Consciousness also woke up at this moment.

  The mottled tree shadows swayed in the wind, and when they were projected onto the floor, they looked like moving human figures, which frightened her.

  "Ah......" The sudden appearance of that face made Wang Rui fall to the ground. A figure who was clearly just at home, suddenly appeared right in front of him. It was that face, covered in blood, so suddenly...

  The lamp began to flicker, and the sound of leaves and windows crashing made Wang Ruike's heart fill with fear.

  She had to hide, that was her only thought now. She didn't know if she would see those things again, and she was really scared. Every day when she slept, she was on edge, always afraid that those things would suddenly appear. Each time, she could see those eerie smiling faces.

  The first thought was to hide in that room.

  Waking up, Wang Ruike couldn't care about that much anymore, and directly rushed over, quickly climbing onto the bed.

  The door closed at the moment she entered.

  The dimly lit lamp suddenly brightened when Wang Ruike was able to climb into bed. Everything seemed as if nothing had happened. But only Wang Ruike knew that all of this was done by the ghost.

  Everything seemed to have become quiet. It was just the creaking sound of the wooden board, as if someone was stepping on it, getting closer and closer with each step. The sound stimulated Wang Shuai's small heart, she could even feel her own heart racing wildly, as if it would jump out of her throat at any moment.

  "I can't hear anything, I can't hear anything..." King Wei covered his ears and muttered to himself.

  Here, how did she come? And the clothes on her body, how did she put them on, she didn't know, didn't know anything. Only knew that when she became conscious, she was already standing in that quiet corridor.

  Something is slowly approaching, Wang Rui may feel it, but can't see it. This feeling is more terrifying than seeing it with one's own eyes.

  "Don't come over, please don't come over, don't..." Wang Ruike said in a terrified tone while shrinking towards the foot of the bed. As long as he didn't get close, nothing would happen.

  A cool sensation, just like that on my face, bit by bit, even half of my face. Just like a big hand covering my face.

  "Ah, go away, don't touch me, go away." The hands waved wildly, the mouth shouting even louder, trying to scare that thing with a fierce tone.

  Before her eyes, apart from air, there was still just air. Wang Rui basically hadn't seen anything. But that tactile sensation clearly told her that there was something beside her.

  "Come out, come out, don't pretend to be a ghost, come out!" Sometimes, the things that can't be seen are the most terrifying.

  Dipping ink, lifting pen, writing stroke by stroke on paper.

  Escape was now Wang Ruike's only thought. Taking advantage of no one noticing, he climbed down from the bed and ran towards the door.

  "Bang, bang, bang" exerted force to pull and push, but the door was like being locked, couldn't be opened no matter what. The pen stopped writing, Wang Ruike could even feel that something was staring at him.

  The "ding" sound of putting down the pen made the creaking door stop.

  Wang Rui could turn around, her back tightly attached to the door, and her small hands were even more tightly grasping the hem of her skirt. The white paper with words on it floated over, stopping less than half a meter away from her face.

  "Welcome, my bride." The words were frozen in mid-air on a white piece of paper, reflecting the neat handwriting.

  Just the two words "new bride" looked particularly eye-catching. And in the next second, that piece of paper was stuck on Wang Sui Ke's body and disappeared. No, it should be said that it merged into his clothes.