Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 12

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"I didn't help you on the bus," she said, "but I didn't expect you'd be the only one who opened the door for me in the end. Shen Huo, I'm sorry. I want to apologize for how I acted before."

Shen Huo glanced at her and replied calmly, "No one's going to help a stranger. You didn't do anything wrong."

The more he said things like that, the more guilty she felt.

"Let me introduce myself again. I'm Wu Tong."

Wu Tong—

He'd heard of her. Every one of her songs was a hit, always topping the music charts. Just not very well-known as a person.

Never thought she'd join a horror reality show. Brave... or just dumb?

"All done."

Shen Huo helped her sit on the couch, then turned to glance at the door. Things seemed quiet outside.

"What did you see just now?"

If he hadn't asked, it might've been fine. But the second he did, Wu Tong's face turned pale.

A flash of fear crossed her eyes, and she let out a single word, quietly.

"Ghost."

The moment she said it, the room's lights flickered twice, like something invisible was playing tricks on them—trying to scare them.

Wu Tong instinctively shrank into the corner of the couch.

Once the lights stopped flickering, she took a few deep breaths and finally started explaining what had just happened to her.

Wu Tong poured her heart out as she described the terrifying series of events she had just been through, leaving Shen Huo genuinely baffled.

Wu Tong was a singer. She loved to sing. Her songs were wildly popular, but she herself wasn't.

So, to boost her presence, she thought she'd give reality shows a shot. Since she had a personal interest in all things paranormal and obscure, the moment Director Wang extended an offer for a supernatural-themed show, she agreed without a second thought.

She'd been excited the whole way there.

Especially when paranormal stuff started happening—sure, she was scared, but she kind of enjoyed the thrill that came with it.

When she arrived at the hotel, the show had already started.

She spent her time in front of the camera sharing her creepy experiences with fans.

By the time she finished talking, it was already past midnight.

Just as she was about to turn off the camera and go to bed, there was a knock at the door. Then she heard Director Wang's voice outside.

Without thinking, she went to open it.

But when she opened the door—nothing. Not a soul in sight.

She turned around, ready to close the door, when a sudden chill swept past her.

It felt like someone was standing right behind her, breathing icy air directly into her ear.

Every hair on her body stood up. She instantly turned around—no one was there.

Letting her guard down slightly, she turned back to close the door...

Only to come face-to-face with a grotesque, fanged ghost hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring straight at her.

Wu Tong got a clear look—that thing was grinning. A wicked, eerie grin.

She was so terrified that she screamed on instinct and bolted out of the room—only to find the ghost following her, trying to peel her skin off and wear it like a suit.

Then she slipped and fell, twisting her leg, and had no choice but to crawl.

"I could feel its nails—long and sharp—pressing against my skin... it was trying to dig in..."

Wu Tong went over the part about the ghost trying to rip her skin open and crawl inside over and over, describing it in vivid detail. By the end of it, she couldn't hold it back anymore and started dry-heaving, like she was going to throw her guts out.

Shen Huo calmly pushed a trash can in front of her.

Wu Tong thanked him weakly, clutching the trash can as she gagged.

Meanwhile, Shen Huo was piecing together the details.

Peeling skin?

Why would it want to peel the skin off a living person?

Did that thing want to become human?

And if it succeeded... what then?

Blend into the living world unnoticed, and then—crawl into someone else again?

The mental image hit Shen Huo like a jump scare.

Even Wu Tong shot him a weird look.

He coughed awkwardly to cover it up, then asked casually, "Wait—did you say your camera was still on just now?"

"!"

Wu Tong suddenly looked up at him.

And Shen Huo was already staring back, stunned.

He twitched the corner of his mouth. "So... the whole thing was caught on camera?"

Wu Tong froze.

One look at her guilty expression, and Shen Huo could already imagine Director Wang off-screen, ripping his hair out in panic.

Just as he expected, the internet was in total chaos.

[WTF did I just see?!]
[AHHHHH my phone slipped out of my hands—what the hell was that FLOATING thing?!]
[I screenshotted it—this thing is nightmare fuel, what even is that?!]

And of course, someone with a knack for making things worse decided to post their screenshot online.

Curious users clicked into the thread, only to nearly suffer a collective heart attack.

The photo was dark, almost too dark to make out—but there, in the top corner of the ceiling, was a bizarrely flat, distorted face staring down. You could practically bump into it if you looked up.

The creepiest part?

Even in that dark, blurry image, viewers could feel it.

That thing... was smiling.

A mocking, sinister smile.

The entire internet:
WTF!!

"Plop!"

A drop of icy liquid splattered on Shen Huo's face. He instinctively reached up to touch it.

Sticky.

Before his fingers even got close to his nose, a wave of foul stench hit him full force.

He looked up—and saw a ghostly face hanging upside down from the ceiling, clinging to it like a gecko.

Right now, that ghost face was baring its teeth at Shen Huo. From where he stood, he could see the monster's mouth lined with wriggling white maggots feeding on flesh and blood.

The liquid that had just landed on his face?
It was drool.
From that thing.

His stomach churned instantly with nausea.

How long had this creature been watching them from the ceiling, upside down like that?

And why didn't it attack while they were off guard?

Had it developed intelligence? Or was it wary of something?

Then it hit Shen Huo—earlier, when that voice called to him from the door, the headless female ghost appeared soon after... and after that, there hadn't been any more knocks.

Was the thing it was cautious of... the headless ghost?

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