Horror Camgirl - Ch. 12: The Ghostly Encounter
Yin Shengyao glanced at me, and I hurriedly ducked into the room.
Tang Mingli asked, puzzled, “What’s up? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Did a ghost appear?”
Wiping the cold sweat from my forehead, I replied, “It’s nothing, let’s just eat.”
We ate and chatted, though I felt distracted. At midnight, I opened the Live Stream Room again.
Though the viewers complained, more and more people joined, now exceeding ten thousand, with the tipping escalating rapidly.
“Thank you for waiting. It’s midnight now,” I said. “Now, we wait for the ghost to appear.”
But this time was different. We waited for over ten minutes, and nothing strange happened. The viewers were growing impatient.
The number of viewers in the Live Stream Room began to drop. Tang Mingli suggested, “Why don’t you sing a song?”
“Sing?” I replied, skeptical.
Tang Mingli nodded. “Many people say they hear a woman’s voice singing in the bathroom. Maybe singing could lure the ghost out.”
Though doubtful, I glanced at the comments. Surprisingly, the audience wanted to hear me sing. Resigned, I said, “Fine, I’ll sing. But I’m not a great singer, so bear with me.”
I chose an old song from the 1930s, *Waiting for Your Return*.
The song’s lazy, haunting tone, imbued with an eerie edge, sounded like a ghost’s lullaby in the dead of night.
“I wait for your return, I wait for your return… Come back to make me smile… Why won’t you come back… Still not back, and spring has faded…”
My voice echoed through the silence, soft and ghostly, without any accompaniment. The extended notes sounded especially chilling in the stillness of the night.
Tang Mingli stared at me, momentarily speechless.
The comments in the Live Stream Room flooded the screen.
As I kept singing, Tang Mingli suddenly grabbed my hand. Startled, I stopped.
But the song continued.
We froze, slowly turning toward the bathroom.
A faint singing voice drifted from the small gap in the bathroom door, sending a chill down our spines.
We picked up weapons and cautiously approached the door. It was ajar, with just a thin crack. Peeking in, I could just see the bathroom mirror.
The mirror, initially empty, suddenly reflected a woman hanging from a thick rope around her neck, her head tilted back, her tongue protruding from her lips, and her bulging eyes seemingly glaring at me.
Shocked, I pulled back. Tang Mingli pushed open the door, but there was nothing inside. Yet the singing continued.
We exchanged glances, searched the bathroom, then pressed our ears against the wall. The voice was coming from the next room.
Next door, of course, was Yin Shengyao’s room.
What was going on? Could Yin Shengyao have brought a woman over?
I glanced at the comments and sought Tang Mingli’s opinion. After a moment, he said, “Break it down.”
Sighing, I realized our audience’s tastes were getting harder to satisfy. To keep them engaged, we’d have to go all out.
Tang Mingli pulled a hammer from his backpack. I winced. Had he planned on breaking down walls from the start?
“Stand back!” he shouted, swinging the hammer into the wall. The tiles shattered instantly.
He struck the wall repeatedly, cracks spreading like a spider web.
With a final swing, the wall gave way.
Looking inside, we were stunned.
We saw someone.
It was Yin Shengyao.
Frowning, he asked, “What are you doing?”
After that, he rewarded me with ten crowns—ten thousand points!
“I asked you a question,” he said, dressed in pajamas, his chest exposed.
His voice was icy, and I felt the temperature drop in the room.
Tang Mingli narrowed his eyes, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Just a little fun. Interested in joining?”
Yin Shengyao’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “I don’t have that kind of interest.”
Tang Mingli shrugged. “You can always change rooms; it’s on me tonight.”
Yin Shengyao scowled but, oddly, didn’t leave. Instead, he locked the bathroom door from his side.
We retreated and exited the bathroom. As we stepped into the living room, we froze again.
A figure hung from the ceiling beam.
It was a woman in a hotel uniform, with a striking figure and heavy makeup. The rope around her neck pulled her face taut, her pale complexion marred by bloodshot eyes bulging as if witnessing something horrific.
Both Tang Mingli and I were speechless. He, braver than I, approached and touched her foot.
It wasn’t a ghost. It was a corpse.
A real, dead body.
Tang Mingli and I took down the corpse. Shocked, I recognized her face. “Isn’t she the hotel receptionist?”
Tang Mingli frowned. “Call the police.”
Taking out our phones, we discovered there was no signal, not on mine either.
“How could that be? We had a signal earlier.” I ran to the window, holding out my phone to search, only to realize something terrifying.
There wasn’t a single sound outside.
The Emms Hotel was in a busy area, and the streets were usually bustling. But as I looked down, not a single car was in sight. Across the street, no lights were on in any building.
It was as if we had entered another world.
My scalp tingling, I turned to Tang Mingli. “This place is dangerous. We need to leave.”
Fearing the door might not open, I tried it, and to my relief, it did. But the hallway lights were dim, and it was eerily empty.
We rushed toward the elevator at the end of the corridor, not even mentioning calling Yin Shengyao. A part of me thought, good luck if he gets caught by a ghost.
But then we realized—the elevator wasn’t moving.
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