Chen Ge also felt a chill in his heart. In this weird environment, being abandoned might herald death.
"Go over, you are not qualified to sit with us." The fifth person on the right side of the dining table said. He was closest to Chen Ge and his eyes were sinister: "I kind of like your mask."
Chen Ge ignored him and stood next to the three newcomers.
"No. 1, continue your story, no one will interrupt you this time." The man sitting first on the left seemed to be a key member of the association, and no one dared to refute his words.
The newcomer called No. 1 looks very old. He wears a black mask that covers his entire face, but exposes his gray hair.
His hands and feet were slender, and he looked frail. His skin was loose and inelastic, and age spots could be seen on his exposed arms.
"Then I will continue."
Number 1 coughed a few times. He had a little habit of using gestures when speaking, which made people feel a little funny.
"This story happened at the Municipal People's Hospital. I saw it with my own eyes. It is absolutely true."
"I suffer from lung disease and have been receiving treatment in the hospital and staying in the special care unit."
"There is an old man in the same ward as me. I don't know what disease he has. I only know that he is in pain every day and is always on the edge of life and death."
"The story begins one night ago."
"He was a very light sleeper and would wake up at the slightest disturbance. I don't know what time it was in the middle of the night, but I suddenly found that the old man was not sleeping. He was looking somewhere in the room with his eyes open."
"I also looked where he was looking, and there was nothing there."
"I turned on the light and asked him what he was looking at."
"He said there was a man standing there."
"When I wanted to ask specifically what the man looked like and what he was wearing, the old man hesitated and couldn't answer."
"At midnight the next day, I felt a little cold in the room. When I woke up, I found the old man in the hospital bed next to me looking at me with his eyes wide open."
"I was shocked. After turning on the light, the old man turned his head sideways. No matter what I asked him, he refused to say anything."
"When I went to bed on the third day, I didn't dare to turn off the bedside lamp. I slept peacefully under the dim light and slept until dawn."
"But when I woke up, I found that there were dusty footprints on the sheets and quilt, as if someone was standing on my bed last night."
"I became even more uneasy. I didn't dare to sleep all night. I felt like something bad would happen as soon as I closed my eyes."
"I only dare to sleep during the day and stay awake at night."
"Nothing happened on the fourth day, but on the fifth night, I saw something very scary."
"The old man stood up from the bed after midnight, standing on tiptoe, like this..."
No. 1, who was wearing a black mask, lowered his hands and imitated the old man's appearance at that time, standing on tiptoes and moving around the room. It looked very scary.
"The old man walked around my bed several times. I didn't know what he was doing. His face was sunken inward, his eyes were bulging outward, and his skin was wrinkled together."
"I yelled loudly and woke him up. He lay back on the hospital bed and looked at the door of the ward."
"He said someone was calling his name outside, but he didn't know if he should go out."
"On the sixth day, after nightfall, the old man's physical condition became worse and worse. He couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, and kept coughing, as if something was stuck in his trachea."
"The doctor gave him emergency treatment. It was not until after 11 o'clock in the evening that his condition stabilized, but his face became worse. It seemed that a gray mist covered his face."
"After midnight, the old man opened his eyes again. This time he looked straight at the door of the ward and kept mumbling something."
"About a little while ago, the old man got off the hospital bed and ran out of the ward with that strange posture. He has not come back until now."
After saying the last sentence, newcomer No. 1 started coughing again. He was very weak.
"What a wonderful story." The man sitting first on the left nodded.
"Haha, thanks for the compliment." Newcomer No. 1 laughed like a crow, which was very unpleasant.
People on both sides of the table were whispering to each other, commenting on the story of newcomer No. 1.
Chen Ge stood at the end without saying a word. He listened to the old man's story from beginning to end. When the old man said the first sentence, he realized something was wrong.
According to the old man, he lives in the special care ward, but as far as Chen Ge knows, most of the special care wards in Jiujiang are single rooms, and there is no situation where two seriously ill patients live together.
At first, he thought the old man was lying, but the more he listened, the more horrifying he became. The old man might be telling his own story, and he himself was the patient who tiptoed out of the ward!
In terms of time, it is entirely possible. The story of No. 1 started a week ago. The old man ran out of the ward after the early morning of the sixth day, and today happens to be the early morning of the seventh day.
The Ghost Story Association requires that every ghost story must be true. If the weirdos on both sides of the table did not question it, it means that the story told by the old man should be true.
Chen Ge lowered his head and glanced at newcomer No. 1 from the corner of his eye. There seemed to be no shadow of that person.
"The story of No. 1 is very exciting and a good start. Now let's listen to the story of No. 2." As soon as the first man on the left spoke, the others immediately fell silent.
"It's your turn, No. 2." Newcomer No. 1 was very excited and coughed from time to time.
The second newcomer was wearing a smelly coat and a plastic pig face mask bought from a street stall. He was about the same height as Chen Ge, but very thin.
"My story was told by my ex-wife, but I can guarantee it is absolutely true."
"She is a dance teacher in a school, and there is a very talented girl in her class. Her ability, figure, and appearance far exceed the others."
Man No. 2 smacked his lips: "That child is like a real white swan, and the other students are just a bunch of ducks compared to her."
"The story started a few years ago. My ex-wife selected six girls from the class to form a team and prepare to participate in the city's dance competition."
"Five of the six girls deliberately alienated the most talented student out of jealousy."
"In the city competition, the most talented student almost single-handedly changed the judges' views and allowed the entire team to advance."
"But during the celebration dinner, no one invited the student."
"In order to prepare for the provincial competition, the six of them began to conduct special training during the summer vacation. It was at that time that the real conflict broke out."