"Out of the four, only three will remain."
A chill rose in Chen Ge's heart. In this strange environment, being abandoned could mean death.
"Go, you don't have the right to sit with us," the fifth person on the right said. He was closest to Chen Ge, and his eyes were dark. "I kind of like your mask."
Chen Ge ignored him and stood next to the three newcomers.
"No. 1, continue your story. This time, no one will interrupt you." The first man on the left seemed to be a core member of the society, and no one dared to argue with him.
The newcomer called No. 1 looked very old. He wore a black mask that covered his whole face, but it revealed his white hair.
His limbs were slender, and he looked weak. His skin was loose and had no elasticity. Age spots could be seen on his exposed arms.
"Then, I will continue."
No. 1 coughed several times. When he spoke, he had a small habit. He liked to use hand gestures, so it gave off a rather funny feeling.
"This story happened at the city's People's Hospital. I saw it with my own eyes, so it is definitely real.
I have a lung disease, and I have been receiving treatment at the hospital. I'm staying in the intensive care unit.
There was an old man in the same room as me. I don't know what illness he has, but I know that he is in pain every day, hovering between life and death.
"The story started one night a week ago.
He was a light sleeper, and he would wake up at the slightest movement. That night, at some point in the middle of the night, I suddenly realized that the old man was not asleep. He was looking at a spot in the room with his eyes open.
"I looked where he was looking, too. There was nothing there."
"I turned on the light and asked him what he was looking at.
"He said that there was a person standing there.
"When I wanted to ask what the person looked like and what he was wearing, the old man stammered.
"At midnight the next day, I felt the room was rather cold. When I woke up, I saw the old man in the bed next to me staring at me with his eyes wide open.
"I was given a fright. After I turned on the light, the old man turned his head away. No matter what I asked him, he refused to answer.
"On the third night, I didn't dare turn off the bedside lamp. Under the dim light, I slept soundly until dawn."
"But when I woke up, I found dusty footprints on the bedsheets and quilt, as if someone had been standing on my bed last night."
"I felt even more uneasy. I didn't dare to sleep for the whole night. I felt like something bad would happen the moment I closed my eyes."
"I only dare to sleep during the day and stay awake at night."
"Nothing happened on the fourth day, but on the fifth night, I saw something very scary."
"After midnight, the old man stood up from the bed. He stood on his tiptoes, just like this …"
Number One, who was wearing a black mask, lowered his hands and mimicked the old man at that time. He tiptoed and paced around the room, looking very scary.
"The old man walked around my bed several times. I had no idea what he was doing. His face was sunken in, his eyes were bulging out, and his skin was wrinkled."
"I woke him up by screaming. He lay back down on the bed and kept his eyes on the door.
"He said that someone was calling his name outside, but he didn't know whether he should go out or not.
"On the sixth day, after midnight, the old man's condition worsened. He couldn't breathe, and he couldn't speak. He kept coughing like something was stuck in his windpipe. "
"The doctor gave him emergency treatment. It wasn't until 11 pm that his condition stabilized, but his complexion became even worse. It was as if there was a gray fog covering his face."
"After midnight, the old man opened his eyes again. This time, he stared straight at the door and kept mumbling something."
"When it was around 1 pm, the old man got off the bed and ran out of the room in that weird posture. He hasn't returned since."
After saying that, Number One started coughing again. His body was very weak.
"A very interesting story." The man at the first seat on the left nodded.
"Haha, thank you for the compliment." Number One's laugh was like a crow's caw. It was very unpleasant.
The people at the table whispered to each other, commenting on Number One's story.
Chen Ge stood at the back without saying a word. He listened to the old man's story from start to finish, and when the old man said the first sentence, he noticed that something was wrong.
According to the old man, he was staying in an intensive care unit, but based on Chen Ge's knowledge, most of Jiujiang's intensive care units were single rooms. There was no such thing as two patients staying together.
Initially, he thought the old man was lying, but the more he listened, the more he realized that the old man might be telling his own story, and he was the patient who had run out of the room on his tiptoes!
In terms of time, that was entirely possible. Number One's story started one week ago. The old man ran out of the room after midnight on the sixth day, and today was the morning of the seventh day.
The Society of Strange Tales required every ghost story to be real, and since the people at the table did not question it, it meant that the old man's story was real.
Chen Ge lowered his head and glanced at Number One out of the corner of his eyes. The man did not seem to have a shadow.
"Number One's story is very interesting, and it's a good start. Now, let's listen to Number Two's story." Once the man on the left spoke, the rest quieted down.
"It's your turn, Number Two." Number One was very excited, and he occasionally coughed.
Number Two wore a smelly jacket and a plastic pig's mask that he had bought from a street stall. He was about the same height as Chen Ge, but he was very thin.
"I heard the story from my ex-wife, but I can guarantee that it's real."
"She was a dance teacher at a school, and there was a very talented girl in her class. Be it in terms of ability, body, or appearance, she was far better than the rest."
Number Two smacked his lips. "The girl was like a real swan, and the other students were just a bunch of ducks compared to her."
"The story started several years ago. My ex-wife picked six girls from her class to form a dance team to join the city's dance competition.
Out of the six girls, five of them purposely distanced themselves from the most talented student due to jealousy.
"In the competition, the most talented student almost singlehandedly changed the judge's opinion, and the whole team advanced to the next round.
"However, during the celebration dinner, no one invited the student.
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