Are There Any More Terrifying Urban Legends Than Me?

Hiding in a completely sealed hospital ward, reading the Diary of Terror left behind by the deceased, the terrifying scenes described in the diary manifested before his eyes the very moment he closed it.

Scissors could no longer keep up the pretense; he was convinced that anyone in such a situation would collapse.

The narrow glass window was occupied by several pale Human Faces. Separated by a door, Scissors could clearly see the expressions on those faces.

"They're watching me!"

Scissors couldn't catch his breath, as if a pair of icy hands had reached into his chest and gripped his windpipe. His body felt drained of all strength, and he nearly collapsed.

"Found you." That eerie voice rang out once more. Scissors' calves trembled. His entire focus had been drawn to the Human Faces outside the door, and it took him a long time to realize that the voice hadn't come from outside.

Fear surged through his nerves like electric currents. Scissors opened his eyes wide, looking behind him out of pure instinct.

Crouched inside the very cabinet where he had just been hiding was a man wearing a hospital gown.

The man was short, his legs were in casts, his left eye was pierced by a pencil, his nose was crooked, and his ten fingers were hidden inside his sleeves.

His hospital gown still bore the shoe prints and bloodstains Scissors had left behind; it was clear he had been "staying" in the cabinet the entire time.

"Found you." The cold tone was like that of a puppet. The expression on his face was peculiar, as if he had discovered a new toy, carrying a trace of excitement and a kind of joy that no ordinary person could ever comprehend.

The Ghost had been in the cabinet the whole