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The old lady drew closer, her face becoming increasingly terrifying.
Her eye sockets were sunken, her eyeballs bulging, her nostrils flared, and her mouth cracked open.
I widened my eyes, fear sweeping over me.
"Young man, cross the road—"
The old lady's voice grew nearer, and I pedaled desperately but remained in place.
"Young man, cross the road—"
The old lady's hand grabbed my arm, cold as ice.
I looked at her in horror, unable to speak.
"Young man, cross the road—"
The old lady's hand was as thin as a twig, yet her grip was astonishingly strong.
My entire body was being pulled by her; I couldn't break free at all.
"Young man, cross the road—"
Her fingers scraped against something and began to bleed.
It seemed she had been waiting for this moment, a greedy expression appearing on her face.
"Young man, let's make a Soul Pact."
Soul Pact?
What is a Soul Pact?
The old lady grabbed my hand and pressed it against her body.
I wanted to pull my hand back, but she held it tightly.
"Don't, don't—"
I struggled desperately, but it was futile.
Just when I thought I was going to die today, an invisible force suddenly stopped the old lady.
"Ah—"
The old lady let out a piercing scream and turned into a wisp of green smoke, dissipating into thin air.
Everything in front of me vanished in an instant.
I found myself back on the road.
"Young man, watch where you're going!"
An elderly man waved at me from the side of the road.
It dawned on me that I had just had another live ghost encounter.
The old man walked over and lectured me about how dangerous it was to cross the street while using my phone.
I lowered my head and repeatedly apologized.
"Alright, alright, just be more careful next time."
The old man waved his hand and walked away.
I watched his figure from behind, feeling that something was off.
The old man walked over to a trash can and threw a black plastic bag into it.
Only then did I notice a garbage truck parked by the roadside.
It turned out today was garbage collection day.
I sighed in relief and continued riding my bike.
When I returned to the community, it was already dark.
Under the streetlight, there were two figures, one large and one small.
As I approached, I realized it was the mother and daughter pair.
They were burning Joss Paper and Joss Paper Ingots.
I frowned, still feeling that something was not right.
I walked over and asked them why they were burning paper here.
"This is where my mom was buried."
I was taken aback.
This was clearly a residential building; where could a grave be?
Could it be that I had another Live Ghost Encounter?
But this time, I didn't feel any chill, nor did I experience any ghostly barriers.
I walked back in confusion, feeling that something was off the more I thought about it.
I took out my phone and checked the map.
The map showed that this area used to be a cemetery, which was later converted into residential buildings.
Could it be that what I saw earlier was not the current scene, but a glimpse of the past?
So, have I been trapped in an illusion all along?
I didn't dare to think any further and hurried home.
The first thing I did when I got home was throw that picture frame away.
Then I took a hot shower and went to bed.
Before sleeping, I glanced at my phone.
The delivery guy had sent me a message.
"Hey, I asked around for you. That person said he knows where you are and warned me to tell you not to go to He Ren Hospital."
I sat up abruptly.
Who is this person?
How does he know where I am?
Unless he has been following me.
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