Chapter 4: Ghost Girl (2)

"Oh," the woman leaned sideways, just squeezed through my head, and squeezed in.

"Why is there no sign outside? It's so hard for me to find it." The woman rubbed her body and complained.

I still stared at the page, raised my right index finger and pointed diagonally above me. The sign was hanging on the wall, with black words on a white background: Ghost Stories Specialty Store! A line of small words in the lower right corner: No strangers allowed!

"Then I found the right place. I haven't been feeling well recently. Give me some medicine."

"You entered the wrong door. If you feel unwell, you should go to the doctor. This store does not accept strangers." I said coldly without raising my head.

"What strangers and acquaintances? Don't you want to make money if you have money?" The woman was unhappy.

"Money here is like ghost money. Go out. I don't argue with women, especially women wearing high heels."

"What's wrong with wearing high heels? Are ghosts not allowed to wear high heels? Let me tell you, I'm wearing stockings, take a look..." As she said that, she raised her slender legs and was about to put them on the table.

I glanced at her, and my heart pounded. I quickly waved my book to knock her legs down: "Enough, enough, you don't look like a ghost, get out."

"What's wrong?" She was stunned.

"Your lips are too red, ghosts don't wear lipstick."

She said "Oh", turned around and squeezed out of the door. But not long after, she came back again, this time with black lipstick on her lips. In the dim light, with a pale face, my God, this is more terrifying than a real ghost.

"Hey, it's okay this time, right? Do you believe I'm a ghost?" She grinned, and it was really spooky.

I almost fainted, looking into her eyes and said, "If a ghost had eyes as lively as yours, I'm afraid it could be resurrected."

"Oh, so that's it." She left again.

I looked up at the door, thinking that this woman must be a girl from her voice. Where is she from? Why did she come here to make trouble in the middle of the night? I was thinking about this question, but she came back unexpectedly. I wanted to wipe off the foundation on her face, and after looking at her appearance, I decided whether to push her out and beat her up or have sex.

"Is it like it this time? Haha, haha!" She didn't know where she got a pair of fake eyes and put them in her eye sockets, and she kept grinning.

"It will be more like it if you put away the shadow." I was angry and amused.

"Uh..." She looked down for a long time, and finally took off the fake eyes to see the shadow on the ground clearly, and then turned around and squeezed out of the crack of the door.

It was so confusing that I just wanted to get up and close the door, but she squeezed back in again. This time, she was so fast that it was beyond my expectation.

"Are you kidding me? How can I pretend to be a ghost? You shouldn't do this to torture people. You asked me to hide my shadow. Is that something a human can do? Show me how to hide it!" The girl put her hands on her hips and looked aggressive.

I almost sweated and said angrily: "I didn't ask you to pretend to be a ghost. You insisted on making trouble. Do ghosts in your house have shadows?"

"Yes, ghosts should not have shadows, but there are no ghosts in our house. I have never seen one. How do I know what a ghost looks like?"

This woman is really difficult to deal with. I was about to kick her out, but suddenly I looked behind her, my eyes lit up and said: "Okay, then I'll show you what a real ghost looks like. Come in." The last sentence I shouted to her back.

The girl was so scared that she trembled all over. She turned her head tremblingly and asked in a low voice: "You...you are not trying to scare me, are you?"

"Why should I scare you? Aren't you going to pretend to be a ghost? Why are you afraid of a ghost?"