He reflected, saying to himself, I am almost done. I have waited for this long. It's been pretty well, he said in an innocent voice that carried a rhythm of warmth. He kept thinking about how he would finish it. He then grabbed one more bite of the miso soup slowly, slowly, and slowly, as he ate the noodles. He thought about how to finish the manga, and how it would be finished. It would be a horror, or would it be a trilogy, or a thriller.
He looked around the glass window. He felt a fog. He felt its fog. The fog was going outside. He was shocked, saying, why is it so foggy outside, to himself. He looked outside. He noticed something. A visual that showed a slight shadow of a hand. He then looked at it while he was eating. Then he said, it's just in my mind. It's just my head. He said, I guess sometimes there's places ghosts can be haunting sometimes. He then looked at it, and then it, whoosh, disappeared.
He then after that finished the food and then he then walked slowly. He then paused, reflecting of what he saw. A shadowy hand that never stopped looking at him. The hand was a woman filled with glowing aura. It was on his head that was plain. It felt crispy cold. The crisp that never sends a breeze. A breeze that will never stop. The breeze that can shook anyone into a core. Send them to shivers.
He walked upstairs, looking down at the stairs that were five steps away, but that thought never stopped lingering around him. It felt as if the thought was getting increased. He never stalled or anything, he just wanted to get up faster because when he thought about the hand again, it sent shivers down his spine, a shiver that he can never stop remembering. He can feel it, he can sense it, he can sense what that thing is. It's not human, it's not alive or anything.
He then went upstairs as he opened the door. He went crack. He then looked at his room and jumped on his bed, and then he thought about the manga itself. His voice sounded excited, saying, I must read this manga. He felt so happy that he could immediately finish the volume. A single volume won't feel great enough for him. He needs the whole entire series to finish one. His excitement, his abitions
He then went upstairs as he opened the door. He went crack. He then looked at his room and jumped on his bed, and then he thought about the manga itself. His voice sounded excited, saying, I must read this manga. He felt so happy that he could immediately finish the volume. A single volume won't feel great enough for him. He needs the whole entire series to finish one. His excitement, his abitions
He kept reading, and then after that, he read the first panels. It said, the girl ghost was standing in the window, and then suddenly a fog came. And... After that, a quiet came out of the room. Very, very quiet. Every time became quiet. As the ghost blew out instantly. He was in the dark. He tried to run into the door, but it was locked. He couldn't get out. In the manga he read
The candle wasn't working anymore. It was a lamp. He couldn't turn it on. And then after that, he thought to himself, How is this supposed to happen? How am I going to see in the dark? And then the manga blew it out of his hand. And then the window kept bashing, bashing, bashing. As he felt the fear and anxiety rising, spikes through his heart. It was beating fast.
Fog came out the window. It kept spreading like wildfire. He can feel the coldness coursing through the veins of his heart, finally feeling the heart clicking by a pulse, feeling like it's about to jump out. In his heart, he stands there, stepping back, extensively.
Afterwards, the fog was going under his shelves as the shelves became to twitch, twitch, twitch around. He can feel the atmosphere change. The sky grew blue as he felt his head like wavered. He could not stand what he's seeing. He saw his eyes were widening. It was an extraordinary experience. He can feel the dread in his heart.
He watched as this all unfolded of him. He said, I thought it was going to be a normal book. Not some horror thing. He looked around. Lights became... Nothing. He could barely see anything. All he could see is the dead light of the darkness. The stars. The sky. The fog. All he felt was dread.
The room started to rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, as the time get closer, then something bashed the window, but it didn't break, it was like knocking through the window, it kept knocking, bash, bash, bash, bash, bash, bash, it kept going through, and over, and over, and over, until he can feel that there's someone there, not alone.
Then after that, a hand wiped the fog into a head's shy fog. He saw a pale hand shining through the darkness, and then his eyes were wide. As he started to bite his lips, he stood back and then stand and watch in fear. The thing kept going. The fog intensified even more. The shells were covered. No longer could he see the shell. All he could see was the hand standing there in front of him.
And after that, the head slammed into the window with a shock. Glasses started to creak from the impact. It didn't break, but once you saw the head of the girl, her eyes were emotionless, but her hair was black. Her smile grew red, white enough to shock him to the core, through his bones. He didn't look at her. He felt the fear intensifying as a fire.
He stood there, his eyes widening, his mouth twitching from the impact. He said to himself, No one should stand near her. No one should be near her. She is not human. She is a monster. I would rather run from her instead of staying here. He tried to run, but he can't. His body couldn't budge. He said, Move! Move! Why can't I move? Why am I stuck here?
The ghost looked at him, saying, Why is she scared of me? I'm not trying to be scary, she said to herself, while reflecting in shock of how scary she is. So she made her smile widening, but it still scared him to a cork. He still backed off. He said, This is not right. I should run. I should run.
Why should I stay here with a freak like that? He said to himself. Why should I? Why should I? Why should I? Why should I? He kept thinking over and over. He said to himself, this ghost should leave me alone. They say in tales, if you say leave me alone, it will leave you alone. But he was too afraid to speak this out loud.
Afterwards, he said, I hope you make it to the afterlife. But the ghost felt offended. It started to smash the window instantly, shooking him down. He stumbled and fell on his back. He looked confused. Why is it affected? It should be resting right now.
But... He said he smiled high. But then the ghost's smile grew wider. It grew so wide that it shook him. And then the glass broke. Instantly. And then after that, the glass was broken. And then... He knew that he's not turning back from this. He closed his eyes. Well, he was afraid that it would happen. But then the candles and everything went back on. The fog was soon nowhere to be seen again.
Meanwhile, the mom was downstairs, and then she heard the commotion, and she was shocked about what she heard, so she walked slowly and ran upstairs. He ran so quickly that he heard a dash, dash, dash, all the way from down the basement, and then she said, And then she said, And then when she saw the window, she was shocked of what she saw. She said, Oh my, what happened here? Who did this?
Then, he said, Mom, he lied just to cover up the ghost that she did it. He said, I did it. I didn't mean to, Mom. I'm the one who did. As he looked down, he felt uncertain of her reaction, but felt guilt that he did it just to show his empathy towards the ghost. He knew that he would be in trouble, but he unwillingly took it anyway.
He said, I'm sorry mom, I won't do it again, next time. He looked at her, he spoke it with sincerity, and then he said to his mother, how would I pay for it? I'll save up and fix the glass, I'll make sure it's fixed up so you don't need to deal with it no more. He then fidgeted with his thumbs.