“..."
Since when? Surely not since this morning?
A chill ran down Simone's body.
Could it be that she had been watching Simone there since morning, waiting for the right time?
“It’s so gloomy.”
The doll's greeting sound became silent as soon as Simone noticed its location.
It was obvious that she would be giggling while watching this too. But that was it, the doll didn't take any further action after that.
As if trying to lead Simone to where she was.
"Ha."
Simone laughed and stood up with a candle.
I'll do whatever you ask.
She was waiting to meet her today anyway, so what does it matter where they meet?
“...”
But just in case, put on some protective gear...
It's obvious what will happen when Simone looks under the bed.
The doll will be there, and if it were to attack, Simone would be defenseless, lying face down, checking under the bed.
The unspeakable mental shock of directly encountering a curse is inevitable, but at least she has to protect her body.
Simone knelt down with her mana wrapped around her entire body and slowly lowered her head.
And the moment she looks into the dark gap under the bed.
hi?
hi?
hi?
As expected, even though she was prepared, Simone found herself breathless.
It was not a small doll that was lying face down in the narrow space, facing Simone.
Squeak squeak squeak
A woman with half of her facial skin gone was spitting out blood and giggling.
Something wet Simone's hair, hands, and sleeves.
A warm, pungent liquid. Simone didn't look at the liquid because she thought she knew what it was without having to look at it.
Instead, she glared at the woman who was facing her from a very close distance and who was laughing bloodily at first glance.
She seemed to have hoped that Simone would be surprised, but unfortunately, after seeing the upside-down ghost, Simone was never surprised by the appearance of a ghost again.
Then the woman's interesting smile disappeared. Her face, devoid of a smile, became pale and dark like a rotten corpse.
Okay, I guess the foolish pranks are over. What are you going to say?
After waiting quietly like that, only then did the woman start to move.
Crackle- Crackle-
Boom-
Just hearing it made Simone feel sick.
For example, the sounds of hardened skin and muscles, and worn-out bones breaking and snapping.
Cadduk-
The woman slowly crawled toward Simone, bending her head, pulling at her skin, and breaking her bones.
Ddudduk-
Her cervical vertebrae crashed into the bed, crushed, and then were dragged along, vaguely attached to her body, separated from it.
“Ugh...”
It doesn't really look like a ghost, but rather someone forcibly moving a long-dead corpse.
Even if it is Simone, as a human being, this kind of appearance cannot help but make one reflexively feel rejection and disgust.
Now that she thinks about it, it seems to stink too.
The moment when Simone, who had been holding on, finally steps back.
...from... to... to...
"...What?"
Simone, who was trying to lift her face off the floor, fell back down.
The woman was just about to say something.
“Ugh!”
At that moment, the woman's hand shot out of the bed and Simone lifted her upper body completely.
'I can hear it like this...'
Simone can still hear it though. Yeah, that's right.
Hair sticking out from under the bed.
Black hair is said to be a symbol of death and necromancers?
Simone now seemed to understand what it meant.
It was clearly a woman with bright blonde hair like a doll, but the few hairs that remained were blackened by the fire and stained with dark red blood.
Boom- Boom-
Simone was so nervous that the sound of her heartbeat seemed to fill the room.
Simone bit her lip to hold back the sound that was about to escape and listened to what the woman was saying.
Whisper, whisper.
...die... one... one...
Revenge? Death? Resentment?
It seems like the pronunciation and accent are no different from those of people in this world, so why is it so hard to understand?
Simone, who had been listening to the woman's muttering with a frown on her face, soon realized.
It wasn't that they were speaking a different language or accent.
Kill them with an axe, rip them apart, and reattach them. Tear them to death, and reattach them. Trap their souls and use them. Curse them so they can't die. Ripped them to death, and reattached them. Hehehee, tear off their flesh and reattach them. Laugh at their screams, kill them, and kill them again. Stab them to death, and reattach them. Ripped them to death, and reattached them. Trap their souls and use them. Curse them so they can't die. Ripped off their flesh, and reattached them. Hehehee, tear off their flesh and reattach them. Laugh at their screams, kill them, and kill them again.
The woman spoke so fast that Simone couldn't understand her.
The woman is laughing and cursing, her neck shaking as if she finds something so funny.
Simone realized that this woman was not coming to Simone with a story like the upside-down ghost she had seen before, asking for help.
Devil.
It is not known whether it hid its existence inside the doll itself or was locked up by someone, but this is a ghost that remained in this world for the sole purpose of harming others.
This is someone with whom Simone can't communicate.
Skin them and burn them and beat them to death and crush them to death and tremble in fear. Beg, beg, torment them to death, and kill the person next to you. Skin them and burn them and beat them to death and crush them to death and tremble in fear. Beg, beg, torment them to death, and kill the person behind you. You come with me.
The woman continued to mutter rapidly as she pulled her upper body out from under the bed and placed her hand firmly on Simone's kneeling knee.
No, she tried to put it on. But her hand couldn't reach Simone and passed right through her body.
Simone calmly observed her every move.
'It looks like we can't physically touch yet.'
But even if the soul gains a little more strength here, it will soon be able to physically attack people.
This mansion is a place where ghosts gather. The fact that ghosts are attracted to this place means that the space is filled with the energy they desire. That energy will make even the most insignificant souls powerful.
'As demons grow in power, they become more dangerous.'
“Hmm.”
Simone stared at the ghost for a moment, then lowered her head again and reached under the bed.
The ghost seemed to have no other intention than to harm Simone, as it looked down at Simone's bowed head and made a motion as if it was strangling her neck.
'Do whatever you want. It's not a threat anyway.'
It's a good thing we were able to take action before the guy got into more trouble.
Simone fumbled with her hands under the bed with a dull expression.
'Here it is.'
Simone chuckled at the hard object she held in her hand.
As she grabbed it, the expression on the ghost's face, which had been giggling and staining her gorgeous dress with blood, changed in an instant.
A poisonous and murderous gaze. Simone felt this but continued what she was doing.
The doll that this woman was hiding her body in.
When this finally came to light, the atmosphere in the room changed.
Simone said to the ghost with a sly grin.
“Is this your sore spot? What will happen to you if I remove it?”
What will happen? Either it will disappear. Or the seal will be released and it will become a freer spirit.
The results vary depending on whether the doll is the same type as Chucky from the movies or Mary from the horror stories.
'But judging by your expression, I think you're the same type as Chucky?'
If there is room in Simone's physical vessel, it will be absorbed, otherwise, it will remain in the basement of this mansion and return.
Phew.
Simone slowly stood up and dusted off the doll.
Then, the ghost, which had only its upper body exposed, crawled out completely, tearing at its bones and skin.
And then, at that very moment, she was about to rush towards Simone.
“Either you chase me or not!”
Ta-da-da-dak!
...?
Simone turned around with the doll in her arms and ran out, kicking open the door.
Knock knock knock.
Even the most evil spirit could not have predicted Simone's sudden actions. She blinked for a while before belatedly coming to her senses and chasing after Simone.
Simone, who had been pretending to get rid of the doll until just now, was pretending to get rid of it.
Simone's appearance might have seemed like a bluff to the ghost to escape.
But no.
“Oh my, my fate!”
Simone ran out of the mansion with all her might, screaming in anger.
Living and playing tag with ghosts!
But it wasn't an impulsive act.
Simone, who came out of the mansion, looked around, glancing at the ghost chasing her fiercely.
'Where are you?'
“Oh, huh, huh, where are you...!”
I thought you said you'd buried it around here?
Simone, who was frantically turning her head, saw a carefully piled earthen mound under a large tree.
'There it is!'
Cat grave.
Simone found what she was looking for, but Simone's expression wasn't very happy.
There was a mixture of guilt, but also a determination and desperation that she had no choice.
Simone headed towards the doll, clutching it tightly as if she was going to break it.
Since when? Surely not since this morning?
A chill ran down Simone's body.
Could it be that she had been watching Simone there since morning, waiting for the right time?
“It’s so gloomy.”
The doll's greeting sound became silent as soon as Simone noticed its location.
It was obvious that she would be giggling while watching this too. But that was it, the doll didn't take any further action after that.
As if trying to lead Simone to where she was.
"Ha."
Simone laughed and stood up with a candle.
I'll do whatever you ask.
She was waiting to meet her today anyway, so what does it matter where they meet?
“...”
But just in case, put on some protective gear...
It's obvious what will happen when Simone looks under the bed.
The doll will be there, and if it were to attack, Simone would be defenseless, lying face down, checking under the bed.
The unspeakable mental shock of directly encountering a curse is inevitable, but at least she has to protect her body.
Simone knelt down with her mana wrapped around her entire body and slowly lowered her head.
And the moment she looks into the dark gap under the bed.
hi?
hi?
hi?
As expected, even though she was prepared, Simone found herself breathless.
It was not a small doll that was lying face down in the narrow space, facing Simone.
Squeak squeak squeak
A woman with half of her facial skin gone was spitting out blood and giggling.
Something wet Simone's hair, hands, and sleeves.
A warm, pungent liquid. Simone didn't look at the liquid because she thought she knew what it was without having to look at it.
Instead, she glared at the woman who was facing her from a very close distance and who was laughing bloodily at first glance.
She seemed to have hoped that Simone would be surprised, but unfortunately, after seeing the upside-down ghost, Simone was never surprised by the appearance of a ghost again.
Then the woman's interesting smile disappeared. Her face, devoid of a smile, became pale and dark like a rotten corpse.
Okay, I guess the foolish pranks are over. What are you going to say?
After waiting quietly like that, only then did the woman start to move.
Crackle- Crackle-
Boom-
Just hearing it made Simone feel sick.
For example, the sounds of hardened skin and muscles, and worn-out bones breaking and snapping.
Cadduk-
The woman slowly crawled toward Simone, bending her head, pulling at her skin, and breaking her bones.
Ddudduk-
Her cervical vertebrae crashed into the bed, crushed, and then were dragged along, vaguely attached to her body, separated from it.
“Ugh...”
It doesn't really look like a ghost, but rather someone forcibly moving a long-dead corpse.
Even if it is Simone, as a human being, this kind of appearance cannot help but make one reflexively feel rejection and disgust.
Now that she thinks about it, it seems to stink too.
The moment when Simone, who had been holding on, finally steps back.
...from... to... to...
"...What?"
Simone, who was trying to lift her face off the floor, fell back down.
The woman was just about to say something.
“Ugh!”
At that moment, the woman's hand shot out of the bed and Simone lifted her upper body completely.
'I can hear it like this...'
Simone can still hear it though. Yeah, that's right.
Hair sticking out from under the bed.
Black hair is said to be a symbol of death and necromancers?
Simone now seemed to understand what it meant.
It was clearly a woman with bright blonde hair like a doll, but the few hairs that remained were blackened by the fire and stained with dark red blood.
Boom- Boom-
Simone was so nervous that the sound of her heartbeat seemed to fill the room.
Simone bit her lip to hold back the sound that was about to escape and listened to what the woman was saying.
Whisper, whisper.
...die... one... one...
Revenge? Death? Resentment?
It seems like the pronunciation and accent are no different from those of people in this world, so why is it so hard to understand?
Simone, who had been listening to the woman's muttering with a frown on her face, soon realized.
It wasn't that they were speaking a different language or accent.
Kill them with an axe, rip them apart, and reattach them. Tear them to death, and reattach them. Trap their souls and use them. Curse them so they can't die. Ripped them to death, and reattached them. Hehehee, tear off their flesh and reattach them. Laugh at their screams, kill them, and kill them again. Stab them to death, and reattach them. Ripped them to death, and reattached them. Trap their souls and use them. Curse them so they can't die. Ripped off their flesh, and reattached them. Hehehee, tear off their flesh and reattach them. Laugh at their screams, kill them, and kill them again.
The woman spoke so fast that Simone couldn't understand her.
The woman is laughing and cursing, her neck shaking as if she finds something so funny.
Simone realized that this woman was not coming to Simone with a story like the upside-down ghost she had seen before, asking for help.
Devil.
It is not known whether it hid its existence inside the doll itself or was locked up by someone, but this is a ghost that remained in this world for the sole purpose of harming others.
This is someone with whom Simone can't communicate.
Skin them and burn them and beat them to death and crush them to death and tremble in fear. Beg, beg, torment them to death, and kill the person next to you. Skin them and burn them and beat them to death and crush them to death and tremble in fear. Beg, beg, torment them to death, and kill the person behind you. You come with me.
The woman continued to mutter rapidly as she pulled her upper body out from under the bed and placed her hand firmly on Simone's kneeling knee.
No, she tried to put it on. But her hand couldn't reach Simone and passed right through her body.
Simone calmly observed her every move.
'It looks like we can't physically touch yet.'
But even if the soul gains a little more strength here, it will soon be able to physically attack people.
This mansion is a place where ghosts gather. The fact that ghosts are attracted to this place means that the space is filled with the energy they desire. That energy will make even the most insignificant souls powerful.
'As demons grow in power, they become more dangerous.'
“Hmm.”
Simone stared at the ghost for a moment, then lowered her head again and reached under the bed.
The ghost seemed to have no other intention than to harm Simone, as it looked down at Simone's bowed head and made a motion as if it was strangling her neck.
'Do whatever you want. It's not a threat anyway.'
It's a good thing we were able to take action before the guy got into more trouble.
Simone fumbled with her hands under the bed with a dull expression.
'Here it is.'
Simone chuckled at the hard object she held in her hand.
As she grabbed it, the expression on the ghost's face, which had been giggling and staining her gorgeous dress with blood, changed in an instant.
A poisonous and murderous gaze. Simone felt this but continued what she was doing.
The doll that this woman was hiding her body in.
When this finally came to light, the atmosphere in the room changed.
Simone said to the ghost with a sly grin.
“Is this your sore spot? What will happen to you if I remove it?”
What will happen? Either it will disappear. Or the seal will be released and it will become a freer spirit.
The results vary depending on whether the doll is the same type as Chucky from the movies or Mary from the horror stories.
'But judging by your expression, I think you're the same type as Chucky?'
If there is room in Simone's physical vessel, it will be absorbed, otherwise, it will remain in the basement of this mansion and return.
Phew.
Simone slowly stood up and dusted off the doll.
Then, the ghost, which had only its upper body exposed, crawled out completely, tearing at its bones and skin.
And then, at that very moment, she was about to rush towards Simone.
“Either you chase me or not!”
Ta-da-da-dak!
...?
Simone turned around with the doll in her arms and ran out, kicking open the door.
Knock knock knock.
Even the most evil spirit could not have predicted Simone's sudden actions. She blinked for a while before belatedly coming to her senses and chasing after Simone.
Simone, who had been pretending to get rid of the doll until just now, was pretending to get rid of it.
Simone's appearance might have seemed like a bluff to the ghost to escape.
But no.
“Oh my, my fate!”
Simone ran out of the mansion with all her might, screaming in anger.
Living and playing tag with ghosts!
But it wasn't an impulsive act.
Simone, who came out of the mansion, looked around, glancing at the ghost chasing her fiercely.
'Where are you?'
“Oh, huh, huh, where are you...!”
I thought you said you'd buried it around here?
Simone, who was frantically turning her head, saw a carefully piled earthen mound under a large tree.
'There it is!'
Cat grave.
Simone found what she was looking for, but Simone's expression wasn't very happy.
There was a mixture of guilt, but also a determination and desperation that she had no choice.
Simone headed towards the doll, clutching it tightly as if she was going to break it.
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