His body was crooked, his school uniform covered in stains, his face pale, and his mouth seemed to be saying something.
The three girls wore expressions of terror and pleading. Their bodies seemed to have grown together with the chairs.
His gaze drifted between the mirror and the entrance to the women's changing room. A chill ran through Chen Ge. Not long ago, he had even tipped one of the chairs over and examined it up close.
Was that my first intimate encounter with a female ghost?
He shuddered and headed for the door, his pace quickening with every step.
As he drew closer, the three chairs blocking the doorway seemed to inch forward. Every locker inside the women's changing room began to rattle faintly.
After he said Zhang Ya's name, something changed throughout the dance studio. It was as if her name were a taboo that could not be spoken there.
The mirror only shows the entrance to the changing room. There might be something even more terrifying hidden inside. I have to get out of here!
His suspicion was reasonable. The lockers' metal doors were rattling by themselves, as if something inside were about to crawl out.
Tool Hammer in hand, Chen Ge ran to the doorway and kicked over the chair in the middle. He was about to rush out when something seemed to grab his shoulder.
He turned toward the mirror. In its reflection, two slender, pale arms were draped over his shoulder.
Without a word, Chen Ge spun around and swung his hammer!
Bang!
The Tool Hammer slammed into the chair's backrest, cracking it.
A woman's scream rang faintly in his ears. In the mirror, he saw the female student sitting on the chair glaring at his back with venomous eyes. She clung tightly to