Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Late at night, I turned off the lights and lay down in bed. Soon, I heard a series of footsteps echoing in the living room.

I quickly shut my eyes.

It wasn’t that I was afraid of it; I was just worried that its appearance would be too horrific or bloody. Since time immemorial, movies and novels have always depicted ghosts as terrifying entities.

My physical condition was currently extremely precarious. If I accidentally scared myself to death, I wouldn’t even have this final bit of life left to live.

In the thick of the night, the only sounds were my own shallow breathing and the slow, eerie footsteps in the living room outside.

They stopped right outside my door. It was standing at the entrance to my bedroom.

I felt an overwhelming chill envelop me. Inside my warm blankets, the temperature dissipated bit by bit until it felt as cold as a coffin.

However, the footsteps didn’t start up again.

Was it being blocked from entering the bedroom?

And why was it suddenly so cold?

I tried to pull the covers tighter around me, but as I reached under the blanket, my hand brushed against something ice-cold.

It was somewhat firm, yet also somewhat soft.

Just like…

A human hand.

I hurriedly switched on the lamp. As the soft light flooded the darkness, the hand under the covers slowly retracted toward the foot of the bed and vanished beneath the quilt.

But I had seen it clearly.

That hand was large, with prominent knuckles and long fingers. It was a man’s hand.

I was furious.

Since it was a Male Ghost, didn’t it understand the concept of boundaries between men and women?

It was trying to take advantage of me on purpose!