Prao's close relatives, including her parents, arrived at the hospital. The accident news was reported nationwide. Video clips from witnesses from various angles were spread across social media platforms. It can be said that this incident was something that shook people everywhere. Prao was very lucky that she was only hurt. And as soon as she saw that everything was starting to settle down, Wit asked to leave.
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He wanted to let his family spend time together. But in reality, the young man knew that Prao's family was not very welcoming. They did not like the young man's job that did not seem to have a future. Moreover, at first glance, Wit himself would be implicated in taking bad care of his daughter. So he decided to step back.
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"I'm out of the hospital. I'm going to take Prao to recuperate in the province!"
The father shouted after him as Wit was walking away.
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Prao turned to glare at him. She quickly grabbed her father's arm to stop him. But that alone could not dilute the irritation in her voice. And Wit understood.
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He clasped his hands together in a respect symbo. Before turning back and saying "Yes.." in his throat
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Wit's injuries were much less than others. The doctor didn't even have to admit him. He only had to apply external medicine to the wound and then remove the soft cast at the appointed time. Wit therefore chose to return to his apartment. To be honest, he was quite exhausted both physically and mentally. But if he took a shower and threw himself on the soft bed like he usually did, his mind couldn't help but think
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"Missing Prao is one thing.. But what if I fall asleep and dream again..!?"
Wit was startled and thought, turning his head to look left and right
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"If I fall asleep, this will be the first time that Prao isn't here..!"
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To no avail. His body, which was cold from just taking a shower, was still able to wring out some of his last bit of strength. Wit jumped up from the bed in just a pair of shorts. He walked out onto the balcony, grabbed the port of the e-cigarette, and stood in his usual spot. He was preparing to use his mouth to hold and inhale nicotine faintly
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"Ptui..! No! No! This smoke is rolling up into shape again?"
"Am I crazy?! Why do you have to harass me like this? Let me be happy and peaceful!"
"The words of loving-kindness also said not to harm each other.. Be happy and peaceful..!"
"I can't take it anymore, damn it!"
"I've already spoken nicely! Next time, I'm going to scold you guys!"
"Come on in!! What do you want to do with me!!!"
"You damn ghost!!!!"
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If you're not crazy, you must be bipolar eating your brain. The young man from the tannery was huffing at himself on the terrace. Part of him was scared, but part of him wanted to fight them to end it. If we die, we will die. We are born to die, whether we die soon or soon, we will all die. We will sleep in the same coffin. You were just ghosts before me. What right do you have to take away my peaceful life? You're a dictator ghost, you didn't pass the election!
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Huffing and puffing, all sorts of things were mixed up in his head. Since he was afraid of falling asleep when he went to bed and was afraid of hallucinating from nicotine, the lottery ended up with the security guard standing in front of the apartment. As soon as he glanced down from the 3rd floor and saw him, Wit immediately told himself that this was the way out. Prao wasn't there, and calling his friends to go drinking and tell him about his worries wasn't the right time. No one would want to listen to unscientific nonsense from a broken-armed guy.
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This old man in front of the security booth was the best choice. He was too old to care about anything, and from what I've seen, no matter how late it was, he never slept. A person who didn't want to sleep and a person who never slept, no other couple would have as much chemistry as these two. Wit then put on some clothes and opened the door to go down the stairs to find them.
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"Oh! Young man, what's up at this hour?! Is there anything I can help you with?"
The security guard stuck his head out from the glass-paneled security booth. His eyes looked shocked because in a hundred thousand years, he had never seen Wit want to talk to him. Asking while checking the watch on his wrist
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"I can't sleep, uncle. No! To be honest, I don't want to sleep. So I thought I'd come and chat with you."
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The cauliflower-haired man took out a piece of tobacco paper from his shirt pocket. He sprinkled some tobacco into it, rolled it up, and lit it up comfortably before replying,
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"What else can a night owl like me tell you besides ghosts? Are you afraid of ghosts?"
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Wit was stunned for a moment. He never thought he would hear this. His intention was to tell his uncle what he had experienced this morning. He told it without any care, just enough to let him vent, without commenting or expressing any opinions. Just enough to kill time when he was really sleepy so he could go to bed and not dream. That was really all Wit's plan. But when the security guard gave him this headline, the white smoke from his tobacco made Wit's mouth itch to tell him even more.
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"I'm scared!"
"But you don't have to tell me your story, uncle. Let me tell you my story.."
"I found it.. This morning, uncle.."
"A living ghost!!!"
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No dog howled, no lights in the fort went out, no elements matched the soundtrack of a ghost movie, except for the radio that was left on in the fort that suddenly made a loud "zaaaaaaaa!!!!" sound. The radio station had stopped broadcasting. It was late at night. It was late and quiet, and there were only two people left, Wit and the security guard.
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"Come on, young man! What's so scary about a ghost during the day? Tell me, I want to hear it too.."
"I'm too lazy to become a person, right!?"
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"Okay, I don't know what will happen to me from now on, but I'll tell you this only. Don't tell anyone else."
Wit looked down, not to be mysterious, but because he saw it again! A woman in a white robe with long hair covering her face. She was floating above the smoke from the security guard's cigarette. Amen.. Please, let it be just smoke!
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The young man began to tell the security guard the true story of what he had found that morning at the accident scene. He started when he said he smelled incense, which should have come from a funeral, not fluttering from under the car like this. Out of curiosity, Wit bent down to look for the source of the smell, not knowing that the way he was doing it was actually unintentionally looking down between his legs.
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A medium-old, medium-new 4-door sedan. The height of the body measured from the ground to the edge of the tire should not be more than a ruler. It can be said that it is lower than low. Driving up a steep slope, the scraping sound is deafening. To be honest, even a dog that was hit by a car would not want to die under this car. It is too painful. It is too cramped. There should not be anything blocking it under here except... a torn body!
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Wit was shocked! From the angle he was leaning down from the door at that moment, his ears began to hear Prao screaming. He heard the sound of horns and the sound of cars crashing into each other in the back. But he was so shocked that he could not move. It was like something inspired him to focus on the body under the car more, before he found out that it was the body of a very fragile woman. Her legs to her back were gaping wounds, crushed against the axle. Tons of steel were intentionally pressing her body into a corpse. But little did he know that in the next instant, her mangled neck and face would twist and twist and fold towards Wit unnaturally!
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"Crack!!!
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"Remember me...n...n...n...n...or not...n...n..."
The woman spoke. She spoke in a cold tone, speaking under a face that should have been sharp and beautiful if more than half of it weren't for such a serious wound. Her eyes were as hard as stone, looking through the depths of the bowl. There were dried blood clots, no different from tears that hadn't been completely wiped away.
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As she spoke, she was stuck under the car. She couldn't imagine how much she was suffering. The image was like someone who had been run over by a car until their neck was broken. But a young man like Wit was just too cruel. Because not only did he not talk to her, he also tried to jump away from this place as quickly as possible.
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Prao's last scream was deafening. She jumped away in the other direction when the ten-wheeler, drunk on drugs, rushed towards the private car. While Wit himself would do the same, he was ready to jump to the other side. If it weren't for the woman under the car reaching out to lock her legs first! In the moment when their minds collided violently, the passenger car, Wit, that woman, and the other ten-wheeler, everyone was caught in the web of destruction together. Until it became a copy stuck to the red light pole like what Prao saw.
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Prao saw the accident, but Wit said that this was a "ghost". He believed with all his heart that ghosts were real. And he was the evidence to prove everything. From being a foot apart, now the ghost and him were only face to face. The female ghost with a disfigured face touching her forehead breathed foul breath at Wit, horrifying him. It was true that Wit wasn't hurt that much. The wreckage didn't run over him like outsiders saw. But it was this vengeful ghost that bound his body. She hugged him with her arms full of pus-filled blisters.
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"Do you remember me...~"
"Do you remember me...~!"
"You never think of remembering me...~!"
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Wit tried to escape with all his might. The fire burning the car kept spreading towards him. To be honest, he didn't know what to fear first. Death on the left and death on the right, so this was a dilemma. All he could remember was that this woman was the woman who had been haunting him every night. He was so close, he couldn't remember anything wrong. But he really didn't know what they had done in their past lives. He didn't even know her name or how she was related to him.
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"I... can't remember. Let me go."
"I'll make merit for you. Let's not have any more bad karma between us."
"The car is going to explode. I have to get out of here. W-please let me go..I beg you~~~!"
The young man gathered his courage and spoke a long, half-begging word.
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But who would accept it! Until it finally led to the wounds on his body. The ghost girl flicked her long nails after hearing the answer. She slowly started to cut down Wit's face until it looked like abrasions when skin scrapes against the road or something sharp. On top of that, she cleared her throat and told him,
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"I'll make you hurt like I do..! Whatever you do to me, you'll get the same..!"
"I'll do it until you remember me..!!"
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There were many wounds that were painful but not fatal. The most severe one was probably Wit's right arm. It was currently in a soft cast and hung up. Anyone who saw it would think that it must have been hurt from an accident, but in reality, it was from the fangs digging in with all their might! Biting and chewing and chewing! Until the tendons and bones, before finally inserting the rotting arm to rub behind his back. Suddenly, the weight pressed down until Wit's arm twisted into a bent fishing rod, and then "Bam!" shattered into pieces!
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This scream was the loudest in his life. It was so loud that the rescue workers outside rushed to help. There were still survivors in the wreckage, and perhaps this was the last good intention that the evil spirit had left behind. She probably didn't want Wit to really die, because as soon as the rescue team's flashlight reached her, her rotting body in her white cloth disappeared. Only Wit was left lying in pain, groaning. The road was clear. He could have run away from the wreckage right now, but he didn't have the energy to do anything else.
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Cut back to the outside. The horror story in the morning ended here. Wit had told the security guard everything. He felt relieved and relieved in a way he couldn't describe. The teller had vented, but the listener felt sore. That was the truth, but he didn't care. He looked up again and suddenly thought to himself that the white smoke in the shape of a woman above the uncle's head would evaporate completely. The smoke from tobacco doesn't last as long as the smoke from an e-cigarette port. And the story he told took more than 30 minutes. Anyway, she probably won't come to haunt him in this guard booth.
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"How is it, uncle! Is my ghost story scary? This is real.. I just encountered it this morning!?"
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"Snort...snort...snort...snort...snort...snort"
"Ugh...snort...snort...snort!"
Wit don't know when uncle fell asleep. His snoring started to ring out loud. The narrator kept his eyes closed, and the listener was so drowsy that they fell asleep and dreamed.
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In the guard booth that could fit two people, it seemed like dreams were starting to work again. Wit rubbed his eyes hard. He was wondering if he was in the real world or a dream. The sun hadn't come out yet. The sky was still pitch black. The clock on the wall pointed to two o'clock. Who said there were only two of them! Because after rubbing his eyes and his eyes focused again,
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Wit found that it was her slender figure, sitting across her uncle's shoulders! She had been listening to him from the beginning. It was her who was listening to his story, not her uncle!
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Her body trembled with the rhythm of her uncle's breathing. The swivel chair he was sitting on rocked terrifyingly. She raised the corner of her mouth and smiled smugly. There was no way that Wit could escape her until he finished this matter. She would not let him die, and every time he dreamed, he would be hers!!!