I slept for a whole day.
I don't know if it was because of Father Michael O'Connell's powder, or because the little ghost was also afraid of the wicked.
In short, I woke up refreshed and felt like I had won a battle.
I got out of bed triumphantly, picked up the water glass on the table, and as soon as I took a sip of water, I felt a sharp pain in my lips, burning like a cramp.
I hurried to the bathroom to see what was wrong with my lips.
The mirror in the bathroom reflected my ridiculous mummy appearance, and my frightened face.
The skin on my upper and lower lips had been peeled off.
I looked at my lips, which were covered in blood, and forcibly suppressed the fear that was constantly surging up.
I knew that all of this was just the beginning, as long as I didn't die, the fight between me and the female ghost would never end.
Coming out of the bathroom, I noticed that familiar carp plush toy had been placed on my bedside table again.
Again? Isn't it getting old?
I walked over, silently picked up the carp plush toy, and stared at it for a long time.
It was still so disgusting.
I lit the lighter and burned the carp plush toy, throwing it into the toilet.
Then, I took out a pen and paper and started to do something.
I drew a diagram, listing the relationships between my childhood friends and me. I still wanted to figure out who we had offended?
Unfortunately, I had been away from them for a long time and had lost contact with them. Our relationship was at most maintained until university.
Limited by this, I could only list the information of each childhood friend's ex-girlfriends, and even their female classmates from university.
The situation fell into a stalemate.
As before, I hadn't found out which girl they had offended.
This wasn't a way to go on. I took out Father Michael O'Connell's phone number and called him.
Father Michael O'Connell told me that he wasn't ready yet.
After hearing that the powder was no longer effective, he temporarily taught me to draw a few charms with chicken blood and stick them on the door.
I did as I was told, and covered the door with charms.
For the remaining time, I always sat on the sofa with a cold face, staring at the door.
I wanted to see just how much skill she had?
Heaven helps those who help themselves.
At three o'clock in the morning, my eyelids started fighting, and the door knocked.
Dong dong.
Dong dong.
I immediately perked up, and didn't know what to do, not knowing if the charms had worked, and if the female ghost had come to me with a gesture of appeasement?
Dong dong, dong dong.
The knocking sound was continuous, the rhythm was clear, and I felt as if I could see a girl outside the door, knocking on the door with a blank expression.
However, didn't this indicate that she really couldn't get in?
For a moment, I became bolder, especially when I thought of my wounded body, a sense of malevolence rose, and I shouted: "Don't knock anymore!"
Then, I mustered my courage and went to the door, took a deep breath, and prepared to look through the peephole to see if it was really the girl who delivered the takeout that day.
That girl in the retro dress, with cold skin and a stiff expression.
I put my eye on the peephole, but found that I couldn't see anything.
Instead, the hallway was dark, with only a scarlet light bulb.
Strange, who was knocking? And how were they knocking?
I stared at the peephole, and moved my eyeballs forcefully, trying to change the angle up, down, left, and right.
But besides the light bulb, everything else was dark.
Not only that, the circuit seemed to be faulty, always flickering every few seconds.
Dong dong, dong dong.
The knocking sound hadn't stopped.
Damn, is it just a soul?
I was mortified, and as I put my hand on the doorknob, I suddenly realized something.
The angle of the peephole shouldn't be able to see the light hanging from the ceiling of the hallway.
I went back to the peephole again.
The black surroundings, with a scarlet light in the middle.
Wrong.
That's not a light.
That's a scarlet eye.
That female ghost was pressed tightly against the peephole, staring at me.
My heart suddenly skipped a few beats, and I hurriedly turned around. Then, my whole body became unable to move.
Behind me, I don't know when, an skinned head had appeared, only able to identify a pair of hollow eyes.
He was facing me, only a hand's width away.