Nightmare Apostle

She felt an inexplicable fear, and it happened that the radio was playing some mournful melodies during this time, which made her mood even more despondent, with her heart weighed down by a heavy stone.

She stood up and went to adjust the knob on the top of the old wooden-cased radio, hoping to find a more cheerful program.

But no matter how she twisted it, the radio speaker continued to play the same tune.

She paused, trying again to adjust the volume, but it was still ineffective.

Until she finally pressed the power button, did the old wooden-cased radio shut off, allowing Feng Xiaoyan to breathe a long sigh of relief.

She stood still, breathing heavily, wiping the cold sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. She was somewhat overly tense during this time.

Trying to relax, she glanced around the small room, and her gaze quickly fixed on a small dustpan placed on the bed.

On the dustpan lay a half-knitted red sweater; it seemed that before she came, Aunt Zhang was sitting on the bed alone, listening to the radio and quietly knitting.

Gradually, Feng Xiaoyan seemed to realize something was amiss; the color of this sweater seemed too vivid. It wasn’t the usual dark red, but rather a bright red akin to blood, glaringly conspicuous at first glance.

Feng Xiaoyan’s throat involuntarily moved; she tried to step forward and slowly picked up the sweater.

In the next moment, her pupils shrank sharply, her body almost instantaneously froze in place. Beneath the sweater, inside the dustpan, lay a wooden-handled iron hammer and a large black, cast-iron pair of scissors.

The hammer and scissors were stained with blood. That sweater... that sweater was dyed red with blood, and who knew what was done with the scissors, as the tips were heavily worn.

Though Feng Xiaoyan’s body was stiff at this moment, her mind was exceptionally clear, and she immediately realized these two objects were the tools the Fierce Ghost used to commit crimes.

As for those iron scissors... the Fierce Ghost used these scissors to cut the victim’s face piece by piece!

Just imagining that bloody scene made Feng Xiaoyan so terrified that she felt her soul had left her body, her legs weakened in an instant.

It was also at this moment that she realized why Aunt Zhang’s gait had seemed strange at first.

Because Aunt Zhang’s left leg was injured, causing her disability, yet when she just went out with the kettle to fetch water, it was her right leg that was limped!

Fake, all fake! Aunt Zhang... was a ghost!!

Upon figuring this out, Feng Xiaoyan immediately realized she couldn’t stay here. The Fierce Ghost, disguised as Aunt Zhang, went out to fetch water now, and when it returned, she would be doomed. She must escape while she still had the chance.

Just as she headed towards the door, her peripheral vision inadvertently caught sight of a small glass panel nestled along the wall—it was a very small glass window.

Probably only the size of two sheets of A4 paper, located above the table, the window faced the corridor behind the entrance to the quarters, intended for the gatekeeper to observe.

There seemed to be something there; Feng Xiaoyan instinctively turned her head to look, and just one glance frightened her out of her wits.

She saw a twisted face pressed hard against the window, the whole face glued tightly to the glass, a grim expression, a pair of glaring blood-red eyes staring fixedly at her through the window.

It was Aunt Zhang who went out to fetch water—she hadn’t left at all, she had been squatting outside the window watching her all along!

Because the room was brightly lit while the corridor outside was relatively dark, Feng Xiaoyan only then noticed the presence of the other.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoyan couldn’t hold on anymore; she screamed, jumped up, and dashed towards the door, pulling it open and rushing out; as she ran, she shouted loudly for help.

"Tap"

"Tap"

"Tap"

The sound of heavy footsteps followed behind her, along with "Aunt Zhang’s" sinister laughter: "Xiao Yan, don’t leave, you said to let Aunt accompany you, Aunt came to find you, Aunt has been watching you, watching you!!"

"Aunt Zhang’s" original voice had transformed into a deep, raspy male tone, sounding horrifyingly eerie.

"Aunt Zhang’s" footsteps were slow, while Feng Xiaoyan took three steps, she barely managed one, yet her speed was remarkably fast. No matter how Feng Xiaoyan ran, she couldn’t widen the gap between her and "Aunt Zhang."

Feng Xiaoyan ran along, banging on doors as she went, shouting loudly for help, but the entire apartment building was eerily silent, with no response, as if no living soul was there.

Unconsciously, Feng Xiaoyan ran back up to her floor, thinking of Guo Tiejun who was still asleep in the room.

Guo Tiejun was now her only hope; she could lead the ghost into Guo Tiejun’s room.

If... if the ghost killed Guo Tiejun, it couldn’t kill her too, this was her only hope.

"Guo Tiejun, Guo Tiejun!" Feng Xiaoyan shouted as she ran, until she finally crashed through her dormitory room door.

Just before entering, she glanced back to find "Aunt Zhang" chasing her with a sinister posture, holding an iron hammer in her left hand and a large pair of scissors in her right hand, with a face as fierce as an Evil Ghost.

"Bang!"

As she entered, Feng Xiaoyan immediately turned to shut the door, then latched it, and with all her strength, pressed against the door to hold it shut.

"Guo Tiejun! Guo Tiejun, wake up, get up and help!!" Feng Xiaoyan shouted loudly as she entered, seeing that Guo Tiejun was still in bed asleep, motionless.

She began to regret; she shouldn’t have drugged Guo Tiejun. If... if Guo Tiejun were awake, tonight it wouldn’t be her being chased by a ghost, but him!

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