RPGCh59.2 - Paranormal Research Club (XII)

Aaaahhh I can’t believe I forgot to schedule this chapter… Sorry it’s late everyone!

Edited by Rinrin FqbKRH

PTSD

He flipped open the book. It was filled with English. This wasn’t something too hard for Shan Ziwei — it was nothing compared to classical Chinese. Being a programmer, he might not be that good with spoken English, but reading and writing was a-okay for him.

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[Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) refers to a delayed and persistent mental disorder caused by an individual’s experience with death or the threat of death towards oneself of another person.

PTSD has three core symptoms: flashbacks of the traumatic experience, avoidance and indifference, and increased alertness. NiRpDc

Flashbacks of traumatic experiences primarily involve situations or content of the traumatic experience uncontrollably surfacing in the victim’s thoughts, memories and dreams, severe emotional episodes triggered by an external stimulus, or even the feeling that they are reliving the traumatic event.

Avoidance and indifference primarily involves the victim continuously avoiding items or situations related to the traumatic experience, refusing to bring up memories of things or people related to the experience, and some even show signs of selective forgetfulness, and cannot…]

Ring~~ring~~ring~~

There was a sudden ringing, that seemed to erupt in Shan Ziwei’s head, making him jump and drop the book in fright. The white-haired young man looked down, face pale, as if he were looking straight through the floor at the ringing phone in the living room.

[Scenario 4: Your companion has triggered ghost calls. From now on, when the telephone rings, if no one picks up within a minute, the wrathful spirit will not be pacified and will appear to kill living people one by one, until there is no one left.   ]

Shan Ziwei felt his heart go cold… This was exactly what he was most afraid of. The more he didn’t want it to come, the more it would come.

No matter how much he wanted to just play dead, Shan Ziwei had to go pick up the phone as promised. He tiptoed to the door and carefully looked out from the gap in the door.

Tap… Tap… Tap… my4q5e

The chilling, distant footsteps and the urgent ringing intersected, creating a net of terror, echoing over and over. Shan Ziwei felt the hair on his body stand up. His gaze, darting around in terror, fell on the second guest room diagonally opposite to him.

Outside the second guest room, the light from the human head lamp cast the shadow of the deformed monster across the corridor. He saw the shadow slowly grow larger, as if it were coming towards the door. It seemed like the ringing of the phone had attracted its attention.

If it started guarding the phone, everything was over for them. Even though his hands and legs were quaking with fear, Shan Ziwei still yanked open the door, and charged down the stairs as the ghost was due on the corridor at any moment.

Hah… Hah… Cdt2uP

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Shan Ziwei ran like the hounds of hell were on his tail, his mind completely blank. His body was moving purely on instinct. He only stopped when he grabbed that violently shaking phone. The phone almost slipped from his hand because of the cold sweat on his palm.

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“HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!!! BLOOD…SO MUCH BLOOD…! DE…DEAD, SHE’S DEAD! MY WIFE IS DEAD!!!” dkg4bM

The man screamed and gasped for breath, clearly terrified. Shan Ziwei was also absolutely terrified. He had wanted to hang up immediately after picking up, and find a place to hide, but he couldn’t move. Before, when host and RoseBlood had picked up, he hadn’t realised anything was special about it. He hadn’t expected at all that this ghost call would force people to finish listening to it.

Even worse, Shan Ziwei could hear those footsteps getting clearer and clearer with his other ear.

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Tap… Tap… Tap…

—— The ghost had come down. QHN31m

The man on the other side was still rambling on. “MY WIFE IS DEAD!” DEAD! She was murdered — I, I SAW THE MURDERER! I didn’t think- I didn’t think he would do something like this…”

Shan Ziwei was so anxious he felt like he was about to have a heart attack. Just say it, stop it with all this useless rambling!!!

“… The murderer… the person who murdered my wife is- crack. ”

Even though he had heard host talk about it, even at such a desperate time, Shan Ziwei was stunned by the sound of a head being lopped off right next to his ears. It was too real, too cruel, it was as if the blood that sprayed out managed to get through the phone and splatter all across his face, warm and sticky. Fox9dd

Shan Ziwei shuddered and reflexively threw the phone back onto its stand. Now that he could move, Shan Ziwei planned to head to the kitchen and find a cupboard to hide in, but the moment he turned around, his soul almost left his body in fright.

A leg that was nothing but skin clinging to bones appeared at the turn in the corridor, and then, the ghost stepped into the living room. It giggled as it stumbled and staggered towards the counter surrounded by sofas.

Shan Ziwei hid behind the sofa, wanting nothing more than to turn into an invisible atom. He was shaking in terror. The sofa wasn’t very tall. If the ghost got just a little bit closer…

The white-haired young man closed his eyes, waiting for death to approach. BisErn

“Fwoosh…”

There was suddenly the sound of a toilet flushing that came from the bathroom, travelling into the living room and breaking through the tension that was about to snap. The ghost turned its head 180 degrees, but its body didn’t move, backing away like that into the bathroom.

Shan Ziwei lay limp against the bottom of the sofa, having escaped catastrophe by a hair’s breadth. Though he was alive, it felt like he had already died.

Why didn’t anyone report this damn game? Shan Ziwei asked the heavens for the one-hundred and first time. The existence of this game should be illegal, for fuck’s sake! ocq 8d

Shan Ziwei couldn’t help but curse. Not only did he lose half his Diamonds SP (Fear) from fright, he felt like he had also lost half his life span.

If he ever got into another paranormal chessboard, Shan Ziwei decided he would kill himself as soon as he entered the chessboard. Whoever wanted to play it could play it, but he wasn’t gonna do this again!

Those footsteps slowly left the bathroom. Shan Ziwei jumped. That was fast. Luckily, the ghost didn’t return to the living room, but instead headed upstairs again, and the footsteps slowly faded.

Shan Ziwei scrambled up, looking around carefully as he made his way into the bathroom. The flushing sound just now was likely one of his companions trying to save him. Shan Ziwei wanted to go and thank them and also offer to work together. After all that, Shan Ziwei had realised that the ghost could easily be lured in by sounds. If they could use this, then the difficulty of hide-and-seek would be vastly reduced. 5GEC3R

Now in the bathroom, Shan Ziwei realised why the ghost left so quickly. The bathroom was really small. It didn’t seem like a viable hiding place. Shan Ziwei checked the small cupboard. There were only some toiletries, but no people.

Maybe he was wrong, and there was no one here? The toilet had flushed automatically?

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

Shan Ziwei looked at the inner section of the bathroom. The bathroom was separated into two sections. The first was the area for washing up and relieving oneself, the other was for bathing. A shower curtain sectioned it off.

Shan Ziwei went over and pulled the curtain open. He was immediately met with a bathtub of blood. 30Z2lk

Shan Ziwei’s breath stuttered, stumbling backwards. Of course, every haunted house had to have its own bathtub of blood. Usually, these terrifying decors would have a few key hints hidden in them. In the past, it was an effortless, stress-free task. Shan Ziwei would control his character to search these areas and not personally have to get his hands dirty. Now, staring at the tub, he really didn’t want to stick his hand in there. Who knows what w-

Suddenly, a human head surfaced from the blood in the tub.

“Waaaaah!”

Shan Ziwei heard himself scream, before the other covered his mouth with a hand. Shan Ziwei stared wide-eyed and infurated as host climbed out of the bathtub. The crimson liquid cascaded down the black-haired young man’s handsome face, like he was a bewitching vampire who basked in blood and sensuality. AHWDYg

Seeing that the white-haired young man realised who he was, host let go of Shan Ziwei. Shan Ziwei felt embarrassed. He hadn’t wanted to scream. All the scary stuff before was alright. At the very least he knew when it was coming and could mentally prepare himself, but a jumpscare like this… Anyone would react the same way.

“Wh-wh-what are you doing here…”

The answer was obvious to both of them; host had flushed the toilet and saved Shan Ziwei, then hid in the bathtub when the ghost came in.

Actually, what Shan Ziwei had really wanted to ask was how do you have the guts to hide somewhere like this… it was full of blood from who-knows-what! GZe4Ks

Suddenly, they both paled.

Tap… Tap… Tap, tap, tap tap taptaptap!!!

In the blink of an eye, the ghost’s footsteps arrived at the door. It had likely heard Shan Ziwei’s screaming and come hurtling down the stairs. It was a mystery how its deformed body managed to reach such speeds.

“Gorge out my eyes, and I’ll still see you.” vQgMBp

The ghost giggled as it walked into the bathroom, its bald head swaying to and fro as it turned 360 degrees, making sure to take a good look at every single inch of the bathroom.

“Plug up my ears, and I’ll still hear you.”

The ghost stopped in the middle of the showering area and tilted its head, staring at the blood in the bathtub.

“Even without feet, I’ll still come to your side.” VnLOs5

At the bottom of the bathtub, surrounded by blood, the white-haired young man and black-haired young man pressed tightly against one another.

Shan Ziwei felt like he had to reevaluate himself. The answer to the question he had wanted to ask was clear to him now. Under life threatening situations, humans had unlimited potential.

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

The owner of Manda Mansion was very wealthy, and the bathtub was very large, but still, it was a little cramped for two full grown men. That was when the ghost poked something into the water. It was originally a doll, so it seemed to have an instinctive distaste for liquid, so it started waving the florist knife around in the blood. This forced Shan Ziwei and host into pressing themselves against the bottom of the tub as much as they could. Due to the limitations in space, the two of them were stacked on top of one another. Host was at the bottom and Shan Ziwei on top of him, pressed together without a sliver of space between them.

The blood felt like it was fresh, and very  warm, but the heat was nothing compared to the proximity with the person under him. Shan Ziwei felt submerged in panic. He could stand the blood, but his hypersexuality couldn’t stand any of this. pB4P6U

Shan Ziwei: This damn condition! t皿t

He started to push himself up bit by bit, trying to pull away to have less contact with host, and almost got cut by the ghost’s knife.

Host noticed, and reached out to embrace Shan Ziwei with his arms, pulling him back down.

“Gorge out my eyes, and I’ll still see you… Plug up my ears, and I’ll still hear you…” 3BcQCe

The ghost kept repeating the song of death as it waved the blade about. Two centimeters below the tip of the blade, a hypersexual descended into despair.

Shan Ziwei’s entire face was red from trying to hold everything in. His heartbeat had long since spiralled out of control, his blood pumping through his body faster, bringing with it pleasure that crashed through him.

That wasn’t the worst of it. The worst was that his blood was circulating too fast, making him rapidly run out of oxygen.

H-he couldn’t take it anymore… P6bMkS

Amidst the murky liquid, a pair of eyes opened. Host’s black eyes were slowly tainted crimson by the blood as he stared at Shan Ziwei’s twisted expression.

He pressed the back of Shan Ziwei’s head down, sealing the other’s lips with his own.