Chapter 8: Play with me

Singing all the way, Mr. Chang was really not afraid. He walked all the way into the office building.

There are toilets on every floor of the office building, but in order to save electricity, An Yu only turned on the corridor lights and toilet lights on the floor where their company is located.

Although he was no longer so scared, Mr. Chang still didn’t dare to walk down the dark corridor, let alone go to the toilet in complete darkness, so he decided to go to the second floor.

An Yu’s company occupies two floors, the second and third floors. Mr. Chang was relieved that it wasn’t on the tenth floor, and he didn’t dare to take the elevator.

The more enclosed and quiet the space, the more insecure people feel. In a scary environment, the elevator gives people this feeling.

With a flashlight in hand, Mr. Chang found the safe entrance. Looking at the dark stairwell, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and then boldly went up. He had to go to the bathroom, so he decided that in the future, before he worked the night shift, he would definitely have to empty his stomach first, or else he would buy a spittoon and put it at the gate.

It was quiet in the stairwell, and the only sound was the footsteps of Mr. Chang. He quickly climbed to the second floor, but when he was about to leave the stairwell, he heard someone upstairs coming down the stairs.

But he decided not to go into it. Only a fool would go into the source of the footsteps. Mr. Chang just pretended he didn’t hear it. He also watched movies and always thought that the protagonists in movies who ran into ghosts were asking for it because they had to find out what was going on, like finding the source of the sound or something.

There was light in the corridor on the second floor, and this light finally calmed Master Chang’s heart a little. People always need light to feel safe, but just walking in the corridor, the fluorescent lights that should have been bright and warm always made Master Chang feel a little distorted and drowsy.

Even though it was quiet and he had not encountered anything, he still felt a strong sense of discomfort, as if something was walking behind him.

But Mr. Chang didn’t turn around. Instead, he seemed to whistle lightly. The more you pay attention at times like this, the more you can’t care. This is just basic common sense.

The men’s toilet was at the end of the corridor. After walking for nearly a minute, Mr. Chang finally arrived. He pushed open the toilet door with a casual air. After all, he couldn’t scare himself. As the toilet door was pushed open with a “squeak,” a cold wind blew in.

Although Mr. Chang had repeatedly encouraged himself, he couldn’t help but shiver at this time. His first reaction was to scold: “What the hell? It’s cold and drafty. Which son of a bitch didn’t close the window? Going to the toilet is going to make people catch a cold?”

In fact, there was no window in the toilet. Mr. Chang was just giving himself an excuse to scold and pretend that he knew nothing.

Because his grandfather had once told him a story about meeting a ghost, which is like meeting a dog that bites. If you don’t pay attention to it and pretend you don’t see it, it might let you pass by peacefully.

If you stare at it or show the slightest sign of fear, it might attack you.

So first, you have to be fierce, and second, you have to ignore it.

Having heard this, I have to say that Mr. Chang’s grandfather was insightful. Basically, that’s the same principle. Sometimes you accidentally run into it, and this is the best way to deal with it.

Dogs are amazing creatures. They can basically smell your fear, even if your face is calm.

If you really can’t help but be timid, then find a reason to get angry. When you get angry, your momentum will increase, and you will be safe.

Of course, the best way is to get angry and ignore it at the same time, just like Mr. Chang’s approach. After all, you can get angry, but if you go too far, it’s a provocation. In the absence of a way to protect yourself, it’s best for ordinary people to grasp this degree.

Sure enough, after Master Chang had vented his anger and ranted for a while, the cold wind in the toilet stopped blowing, at least not as cold as before, and the light was much brighter.

Mr. Chang described it like this: “I don’t know if it’s just a psychological feeling, but at first, I always felt that the light was unclear, like there was a very thin layer of fog or something.

I smiled bitterly to myself. If it really turned into fog, this building would be in trouble. The presence of negative energy would be on the level of the old village chief, and it would be more than I could handle.

However, this is really not an illusion of Mr. Chang. This feeling is actually normal. Just like an ordinary person walking into a place full of negative energy, they always feel that everything they see is foggy, thinking that it is dim or something. This is a truth.

Generally, if you encounter such a place, you should leave quickly. Even if you don’t get into trouble, you will inevitably get a little sick or have a little bad luck when you go back.

When Su Rou heard this, he asked, “Then everything was fine? You just ran away?”

Mr. Chang gave Su Rou a look and said, “Can I run? Not to mention that I would probably have to pull my pants down if I ran, just the thought of running at this time would definitely attract the ghost to me. It would definitely know that I was pretending to be arrogant and really scared. If it’s really okay, is this little thing worth mentioning?

So, Su Rou shut up and we continued to listen to what Master Chang had to say.

After scolding him, Mr. Chang opened a toilet door and went in. The toilet here is the kind of small enclosed toilet that is common nowadays. In this case, it is actually not good or bad.

The good thing is that once the door is closed, you can pretend you didn’t see anything.

The bad thing is that this is, after all, a closed space, and there is always a lot of psychological pressure.

After a second of hesitation, Mr. Chang still chose to close the door and pull it. He actually had a thought in his heart that he didn’t dare to think about in detail, and that was that he was afraid that if he buried his head and pulled, a pair of feet would appear in front of him or something.

So, Mr. Chang closed the door and suppressed the thought that had just popped into his head. It’s best not to think about things that make you more and more afraid.

After squatting down, Mr. Chang felt a little better and his heart was a little quieter. But the good times didn’t last long. It was less than half a minute before the toilet door started to ring, like the wind blowing, constantly, softly ‘bong’ ‘bong’, accompanied by the sound of ‘squeak’ ‘squeak’.

Mr. Chang felt a chill in his heart. He knew very well that he had just cursed out of turn. There was no window in the toilet, so where did the wind come from?

Ghosts are not physical objects, so they cannot cause physical effects. However, their own energy fields are yin in nature, and our world is yang. When yin and yang come into contact, they will always produce different reactions. Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that there is always a yin wind.

I was listening on the side, and I knew in my heart that the things in this office building were too fierce. Mr. Chang didn’t scare it away, and it finally came to his door.

Sure enough, after a while the door stopped ringing, and things started to go wrong in Chang’s neighbor’s apartment. The partitioned toilet was just a board in the middle, and Chang could clearly hear someone, no, I don’t know what it was, scratching the board gently.

If you listen carefully, there is no sound, but if you don’t pay attention, the sound reappears, almost like torture.

Mr. Chang was finally a little scared. All kinds of rumors about this office building came to mind. He really wanted to pull up his pants and run, but that was obviously unrealistic, because who could pull up their pants and run halfway through a squat?

But if this goes on, will someone die? Mr. Chang remembered the woman who had a miscarriage and bled to death in the office. He was afraid that there would be a news report in the newspaper the next day about the janitor dying in the toilet, supposedly of a heart attack.

This old man has a rich imagination.

But at times like this, it’s imagination that you have to fear! Faced with this situation, Mr. Chang could only pretend not to know, desperately pulling, wanting to get out of the toilet quickly.

“It was definitely not my imagination. Something blew on my neck, and I froze. I wanted to turn around and look, but I was afraid to. But after a while, something blew on my neck again.” This is how Mr. Chang described it.

This kind of thing is most helpless. You feel very sure about it, but if you tell someone, they will think you are talking nonsense. Only those who have experienced it can understand.

At this time, Mr. Chang still chose to ignore it. There was no other way. What else could he do? Fight one-on-one?

But the more Mr. Chang tolerated, the worse the situation became. The most unforgettable scene happened when a voice suddenly came from behind him: “Play with me.”