I kept pounding on the door, but no one came to help. I suddenly froze when a cold hand grabbed both of my arms.
"My husband," she whispered. My knees trembled, and I couldn't move.
"Please… don't kill me. I still have a family, and I'll pray for you every day. Please," I begged, my voice on the verge of tears. The cold hand slowly let go of me.
"Tsk. Just turn around already," she said. My eyes widened, because it felt like I was no longer talking to a human being. I was still facing away from her, yet her voice suddenly sounded darker.
"I don't want to. Go away," I said. I even heard her sigh.
"I'm not in the mood to scare you right now… just turn around, my husband," she added.
"I don't want to! Please, just leave me alone," I begged even more desperately. I felt like I was about to pee myself. That was when I remembered—I wasn't wearing anything at all. Snapping back to reality, I hurried to my room, wrapped a towel around my body, grabbed the broom, and went back to the door. But when I returned, she was gone.
"Did she leave?" I muttered, pointing the broom at the empty space. I waited for a few more seconds, but I saw and heard nothing unusual, so I slowly lowered the broom. I let out a breath of relief. It looked like the ghost was gone. Was she really a ghost, or a white lady?
"I think I'm going crazy," I shook my head and turned to go back to my room—then I froze. The blood‑covered woman was sitting on the floor in front of the door, blocking my way. I immediately aimed the broom at her.
I thought she was gone. Damn it. She just stared at me without even blinking. She was terrifying—her face and clothes were soaked in blood, and her skin was deathly pale.
"Are you afraid of me? Or are you afraid of ghosts?" she suddenly asked. I swallowed hard.
"N‑no! Just go away!" I shouted. I stumbled back when she stood up and started walking toward me.
"D‑don't come any closer! I'm warning you!" I yelled, but it was as if she couldn't hear me, because she kept walking toward me. My throat tightened even more.
I could barely blink when she was already in front of me. Slowly, she leaned her face closer to mine, until there was barely a hand's width between us. Her gaze traveled from my eyes, to my nose, then down to my lips, which I knew were trembling.
This is it. This must be the end.
I blinked when she suddenly smiled.
"So you are afraid of me," she said, smirking. I was about to speak when her cold finger brushed against my lips.
"You're shaking. Am I really that scary?" she asked, but I couldn't answer.
"Okay. Fine." She stepped back, and my eyes widened when her appearance suddenly changed. Her blood‑stained clothes turned into a clean white knee‑length dress, and the blood on her face vanished as well.
"Better? Are you not scared of me anymore?" she asked. But before I could answer, everything went black and I felt myself fall onto the cold floor.
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I woke up to the feeling of a cold hand brushing my face. When I opened my eyes, a woman with an unnaturally pale face was right in front of me.
"You're awake, my husband!" she said with a smile. I jolted upright and backed away from her. I thought it had all been a dream—but it was real.
"Every time I show myself to you, you always faint," she added. I could only stare at her, trying to figure out how to escape.
"My husband? Are you okay?" she asked, waving her hand in front of my face. I noticed that the apartment door was slightly open, so I bolted for it. I didn't care that I was wearing nothing but a towel. I just wanted to get away from that ghost woman.
I rushed to the elevator and nearly broke the buttons from how fast I was pressing them.
"Hurry up. Open already," I muttered in panic.
"Why don't you get dressed first?" a voice said beside me. When I turned, it was the ghost woman again. The elevator suddenly opened, and people were inside, staring at me—especially at what I was wearing. I felt my face burn with embarrassment, but fear pushed me forward. I stepped inside and squeezed into the far corner, keeping my head down.
They kept looking at me, but I didn't care. I just needed to get out of here.
"It's so hot in here." I looked to the side when someone spoke. My heart nearly stopped when I realized the ghost woman was standing right next to me. I jerked back and bumped into one of the passengers. He shot me an annoyed look, so I quickly apologized and moved back into place. I shut my eyes, shaking in fear.