Chapter 3After My Roommate Died, A Man Climbed into My Bed

I don't know how much time had passed when I suddenly woke up, sitting bolt upright, my body covered in cold sweat.

I touched my body nervously, relieved to find everything intact. Then a burnt smell hit my nostrils.

Looking down, I saw that my phone case had been scorched. Inside, there used to be a talisman that Jack had given me, but now it had been reduced to ashes.

It seems that the talisman had saved me last night.

That evil spirit had indeed come after me.

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief and go seek Jack's help, I heard a thumping sound coming from right next to me, behind my curtain.

I froze, swallowing hard. What could be making that noise by my bed?

Slowly, I pulled back the curtain. My blood ran cold at what I saw.

A face with bulging eyes and a purple-blue complexion was inches from mine.

My head felt like it had been hit with a hammer. I screamed and recoiled.

I recognized the face - it was Rachel.

I was so terrified that I burst into tears. Rachel had hanged herself from the railing of my bed.

She had tied the rope to my bed frame and was dangling in a grotesquely contorted position.

My bed wasn't very high; her toes could almost touch the ground. It seemed impossible for someone to hang themselves at this height.

But she was dead, her face blue-purple, eyes bulging, tongue protruding.

It must have been that evil spirit's doing.

I jumped out of bed like a madwoman, wailing and scrambling to call the dorm supervisor.

When Mrs. Johnson heard that another student in my room had died, she nearly fainted from shock.

But when I brought her to our room, Rachel's body, which had been hanging from my bed, was gone.

Mrs. Johnson visibly relaxed, frowning at me. "Young lady, do you think it's funny to play such pranks?"

I stared at her in horror, pointing at my bed. "Mrs. Johnson, I'm not lying. I saw her hanging there with my own eyes just now."

Mrs. Johnson looked at me sympathetically, thinking I was hallucinating due to the trauma of Emma's death.

She sighed and turned to leave.

Gathering my courage, I walked over to Rachel's bed and pulled back the curtain.

She wasn't there.

What I had seen earlier was definitely not a hallucination.

Rachel was dead too, and I would be next!

Terrified out of my wits, I fled the dorm and arranged to meet Jack somewhere.