"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!"
"Help! Help me!"
"It's a ghost!!!"
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He ran with his feet, screaming and shouting without thinking about his life. Before, he had already encountered a female ghost in his dream and had to struggle to plan how to deal with it, but with something he didn't expect to encounter like this, anyone would be in the same situation. Wit's only target was the glass-enclosed room where the stationmaster was sleeping. He ran with his eyes focused on it, always aware that where his shoulders were against the back of his neck, there must be one of them resting his chin against it!
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Dark and scary when all the lights in the station were completely extinguished, the young man was left with only the flashlight on his phone to guide his way, and the image in his head that he still remembered the route from the toilet back to the ticket booth.
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"Huff, huff, huff...huff...huff!, huff!"
"Straight!... straight!... Just a little bit more, bear with it, man!"
"Shiiiiiiiight...d...d...d...d...d!. It's so fucking scary~~!"
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"Thump! , thump! , thump! , thump! , thump! , thump!"
The sound of footsteps thumping rapidly, it almost trembled along with his extremely trembling heartbeat. But that still couldn't beat the following sound:
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"Screech!"
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"Bammmmm!!!"
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"Bam! , Bam! , Bam! , Bammmmmm! , Bam! , Bam! Bammmm!!!"
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Oh my god! When the many waiting chairs suddenly fell face down one after another as if there was a push! They fell on top of each other like dominoes! There was a loud bang that ripped through the darkness and got close to him. In the critical moment, dozens of chairs bounced and shot at Wit as if they intended to kill him! They were made of logs, not plastic. If they got hit hard from his arm that was already in a cast, it might have spread to his leg or neck. Wit might have been crippled!
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"Wheeeeeeee!"
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"Ouch! What the hell is this!"
"Big bro!" Help me please!!"
"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!"
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"Wheeeeeeee!" , Crash!!!"
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Crawling and falling to avoid the destruction, hoping to save his life, Wit's knees were broken because he had to crawl to avoid the path. Luckily, the dim light from the phone had already seen the ticket booth. It was right in front of him, he just had to struggle for another ten meters. Pale!!... The face that he had tried to spray water to refresh himself was now covered in sweat. It was worthless and useless, but he had to go. The only problem was! His legs couldn't move!
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The sound of the breath on the neck of the spirit that was leaning on his shoulder was still there. The sound of his left and right grunting made Wit know immediately that they were still clinging to him and wouldn't leave. Using force was something that fools do. Smart people who are haunted by ghosts can do stupid things too. He gritted his teeth and tried to die because he himself wanted to know why his legs couldn't move anymore. And then what he saw was!
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"Mmm! , Mmm! , Mmm! , Mmm! , Mmm! , Mmm!"
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The phone's light tilted downward, before revealing the goosebumps of many fingerprints, chasing and devouring Wit's legs under his restraint. Those marks rippled and wrinkled, spreading all over his legs, changing his thick jeans to wriggle like squid tentacles scalded in hot water. His legs only showed wrinkles from the fabric, but his arms! They were bruised with fingerprints! When he shone a flashlight on them, he saw human fingers all over his arms, spreading from the top of his arms to the back of his hands. He didn't know whose hand it was! He didn't know where it came from or who was responsible! How many more spirits were behind Wit? Everything was unanswerable, but from this kind of behavior, he could only infer that They must want to keep Wit in this abandoned bus station.
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"Shit!! What the hell is this? These marks... Ouch... It hurts so bad!"
"How are we going to get out of here?"
"Brother! Can you hear me? Help me! Open the door!!"
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Shouted for the millionth time, but the people in the pen didn't seem to move at all. There wasn't even a light shining on them. It was as if this was the first and only time they met. Wit was in a critical situation. He could stand, but he couldn't walk anymore. Furthermore, the strength that was pulling his arms and legs became heavier and he had to retreat further and further back.
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He chanted two prayers, but it seemed that the dedication of merit was for ghosts who came to ask for merit. These people were criminals of the spirit world. They were "extorting merit" from Wit, and a sinful person like him didn't have enough of this to give them. So I had to use this method instead.
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"Let's try it..!"
"Venerable monks.. Reverend Father.. Uncle Guard, if what I have done has some merit, please help me escape from this karma.. Amen."
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The final move was pulled out from the memory. Wit prayed to the Reverend Father at the temple and the Uncle Guard who volunteered to arrange the funeral for him. He thought to himself that if goodness really existed, thinking of a monk with the power of meditation should help him. It worked miraculously!
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"Gang!"
The sound of the sliding door being unlocked was heard, before the small glass door for selling tickets opened slightly, allowing the golden light from inside to leak out.
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Believe it or not, Wit felt like he had gained strength. The wrinkles on his pants had all disappeared. The pulling and tugging had also disappeared. There were still mysterious fingerprints on his upper arm, but there was no more pulling force left. Wit's body became as light as cotton wool. When he tried to listen to the spirit clinging to his shoulder, it had completely disappeared.
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He felt relieved when he looked back. Everything was still pitch black. Pieces of wooden chairs were scattered in all directions. All the facilities were destroyed. Wit himself asked himself, "How did I survive just now?"
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"Amen..~~!"
"Thank you, Reverend Father. Thank you, Uncle Guard."
"And don't forget to thank the station master. Wow... turning on the lights saved me."
The young man muttered to himself. It was a feeling of heaviness. He didn't know if he was happy, shocked, or sad, all mixed together.
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However, he still didn't forget to walk straight to the ticket booth. His intention was to tell the mysterious story he had just told the man inside. And then ask to sleep next to him until morning. Now the scared young man doesn't dare to go anywhere anymore.
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"Phww!!!"
The sound of a small sliding glass door opening at the ticket booth rang out.
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"Brother!, Brother!"
"I was haunted by a ghost just now. This place is so scary. Let me stay with you, Brother!?"
Wit leaned his head in and asked without any reason.
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"Brother?!"
"Are you okay!? Why are you so quiet?"
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A large leather chair that could be rotated turned its back on Wit. He saw the shadow of the station master sitting with his back facing him. When he called out to him, he didn't answer and thought that the person he was talking to might have fallen asleep again. So he took the liberty of leaning out the upper half of his body, reaching in and turning the chair to face him. And that's when he realized that the karma wasn't over yet! The game had just begun!
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"Shit!!!"
"B.. Brother... Brother is a ghost!!!!"
"Ouch!!!" , Aaaaahhhh!"
"Help me!!!"
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A crusty skeleton sat on a chair, pieces of skin hanging dryly and dangling, the old stationmaster's uniform was torn and covered the rotten body, the room was full of dust and spider webs, the radio equipment had been abandoned for a long time, chirp... chirp... chirp... chirp... chirp, Heard a sound like small mice chirping, Thought Wit had been talking to someone all along, since the mouth of this skeleton was a nest where mice lived!