The man thought of the neighbors, his missing parents, and the coworkers and classmates he couldn't reach. He wiped his face and strode furiously toward the door.
He looked through the peephole.
Outside the door stood the female ghost, blood still running from her head.
The man let out a horrified yell and fell to the floor, scared out of his wits.
The doorbell didn't ring again. The lock made a sound as someone inserted a key.
The man screamed and threw himself against the door, holding it shut with all his might.
The door shook a few times. Whoever was outside seemed to have given up.
He cautiously looked through the peephole.
There was no one outside.
The man let out a sigh of relief.
"Husband."
The female ghost's voice came from behind him.
He jolted, his body shuddering as he slowly turned around.
The female ghost stood right behind him.
"Husband, I'm in so much pain. You've been very naughty. Bad man." As she spoke, the female ghost reached out toward him. Blood on her hand dripped onto his body.
The man let out a scream. The taut nerve inside him finally snapped.
I found myself back in the man's bedroom.
The man lay slumped on the floor, his face frozen in a scream of terror.
With a click, the bedroom door opened.
The middle-aged couple cautiously peered inside.
When the woman saw the scene, she immediately burst into tears.
The middle-aged man sighed and put an arm around her shoulders.
It felt as if I'd just watched a horror movie. Once the shock had passed, I found myself wondering about one part of the plot.
I looked at the man again and suddenly felt someone kick my arm twice.
My heart lurched. I snapped awake and found