Chapter 992: A Woman’s Screams and a Little Bunny Shot
Walking down the main avenue on the lawn at the back, Jameson cursed both that bunch of security guards who relied on their seniority and the cold night.
There were roughly two to three thousand people at Paland Academy, but it occupied a wide area.
With Christmas approaching, most of the students had left school for the holidays. The entire campus was quiet, and it felt like a ghost town.
Jameson subconsciously glanced at the darkness where the light couldn’t reach. He felt that there were shadows everywhere, as if something was hidden there, ready to strike.
Fine, it was a reflex for a horror movie fan.
The truth was that apart from the rubber baton issued by the school, he had also brought a taser to protect himself. It was a pity he couldn’t use it to keep himself warm.
Apart from the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, there was only the crunch of his feet on the snow.
Jameson sped up and swept the flashlight around.
He decided to finish this patrol quickly and hide in the security room, determined not to come out again.
At that moment, he reached the dormitory of an exchange student. He could vaguely hear faint sounds.
Stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned pale. It sounded like a woman’s voice.
There were no words; instead, it sounded like the background music in a horror movie, like a female ghost wailing and struggling.
It was intermittent and indistinct, as if it was coming from some dark corner.
Jameson’s teeth chattered, his legs trembled, and he shivered.
Paland Academy was an art school, and didn’t lack its share of urban horror stories.
After all, artists were more prone to flights of imagination than normal people. Thus, horror stories, real or fake, were born on campus, and there was an astonishing number of them.
For example, the girl who sketched the portrait of a witch and died mysteriously after that.
Or a couple’s fight, which resulted in their death in the dorm.
Perhaps what was scarier was the story of the barefoot little girl in a white dress who bled from all her orifices.
Jameson shook all over, and his flashlight swung around wildly.
Suddenly, he was stunned again.
He slowly turned the flashlight back to a window on the third floor of the dorm, only to discover that it was completely dark and empty.
But when the flashlight swept past the window earlier, he had seen what looked like a pale woman with disheveled hair, waving at him from that window!
At that moment, Jameson’s brain seemed to freeze, and he was stupefied.
After standing there in a daze for a few seconds, he suddenly realized that the female voice was gone. A strong wind suddenly blew through the trees and the snow around him, like demons descending in a movie.
“Ahhhh! Ghost!” He turned around abruptly and ran off.
In the room on the third floor, Luke was bent over as he stuck his head out the window.
He saw the young security guard look up at the window for a moment before he suddenly ran away.
Luke was stunned. “What the hell?”
He hugged Elena tightly in front of him and whispered in her ear, “Is there something wrong with this security guard?”
Elena hit him weakly. “He must’ve seen us or heard me.”
Luke was confused. “He doesn’t have to run off screaming, right? We’re not ugly, and your voice isn’t unpleasant. Why is he running so fast?”
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