The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost Author: Lazy Cat Schrödinger

Summary:

It is said that one hundred candles are lit at night, and one is blown out every time a ghost story is told. When all the candles are blown out, terrible things will happen.

The girl blew out the last candle and said strangely: "Huh, nothing happened? There are no ghosts at all."

"You are a ghost yourself!!!" Someone roared angrily.

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Who is the sleeping person in the first volume of the mirror

When I'm bored, I always play guessing games with myself in the mirror.

Today, I finally won.

Chapter 1 In a nutshell, I seem to be dead

In short, I seem to be dead.

Many people panicked and rioted around my corpse, and some timid girls covered their eyes in fear.Indeed, I, who was watching from the sidelines, also felt that my dead appearance seemed unbeautiful, which violated my aesthetics, and so many people looked at my dead appearance, and I always felt a little bit ashamed.

Alas, it's still too impulsive.If God can give me another chance to choose, I will definitely choose a more beautiful way of death.

What, you ask my cause of death?Undoubtedly a suicide.

But if you then ask me why I committed suicide?

Hmm... In fact, there is no reason, it's just a little boring.

I just discovered that the door to the roof was unlocked on a sunny afternoon, so I climbed up to the roof to bask in the sun. After lying down for a while, I always felt very empty, so I walked to the edge of the roof and looked down. After a while, I suddenly felt that wow this place is so high, as if there was an illusion of the body leaning forward, and there was even an urge to jump.

Many people will feel this way!

My situation is slightly different in that I just really tried it.

However, now I suddenly feel a little regretful.If someone imagined that I was bullied by some kind of campus, or chose to jump off the building after being insulted by some beastly teacher, wouldn't that bring a lot of suspicion and trouble to my innocent teachers and classmates?As a Japanese, I should adhere to the belief of "never cause trouble to others" until my death. I should have written a handsome suicide note before choosing to jump off the building!

Yes indeed!How could I have forgotten such an important thing! !Will!That is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for everyone! !A sentence that sounds ordinary or even vulgar at ordinary times, but as long as it is turned into a last word, it will immediately make people feel very handsome! !

I have studied the last words of many celebrities before, and racked my brains to think about what I will say when I die. I actually have a lot of last words in my heart!

For example, the last words of the American poet Walt Whitman - "Help me up, I want to shit."

Hahahahahaha, this is one of my favorite last words, but after careful consideration, I still didn't make it my last last word. After all, I am also a girl, so it is a bit vulgar to say such words.Although I may not look like a girl in many cases, when it comes to such a critical issue as choosing a last word, I think I should still retain some basic elegant manners as a woman.

There is also Fujio Akatsuka, a famous manga artist who fell and touched the chest of a female nurse, suffered a sudden illness and died on the operating table. The last words he left were-"Ah, breasts."

I always feel that I can understand his state of mind before he died, but using these words as his last words seems to reveal something, so I reluctantly gave up after careful consideration.

In addition, on my waiting list of last words, there is Hegel's "Only you understand me...but you are wrong", and Marx's "A fool who has not said enough has a last word ", but I feel that these words are a bit too deep, and they still don't fit the temperament of a young, sunny and beautiful girl like me.

Therefore, the last words I thought of for myself were to put a bowl of white rice next to my dead body, and then attach a note next to it—"There is poison in the rice!".

Oh my god!What a last word full of wisdom and light!It perfectly embodies the optimistic, positive, humorous and moving qualities of a beautiful girl in the new era like me!If I really left such a last word, then I might become very famous!I even made up the headline of the evening paper that day—"Shock! A 17-year-old young and beautiful girl committed suicide at school, and this is the last word she left?!" What a sensational headline!If I were still alive, I could eat two bowls of white rice with this news!

However! !I actually forgot! !Obviously it was the last words that I spent so much time thinking up, but I actually jumped off the stairs on a whim, and ended up forgetting to leave the last words? !

What a stupid mistake! !Thinking that I was so stupid before I was alive, I couldn't help but roll all over the floor with regret.

However, once dead, it seems that there is no way to regret it.

But I don't seem to be dead yet.

Uh... I mean, the slightly twisted and deformed corpse lying on the ground is of course dead, but my soul seems to be alive for some reason, and I even have the consciousness to complain about my death here. It's too ugly.

To put it in a relatively easy-to-understand way, I seem to have become a ghost.

This is completely beyond my expectations.In the short one or two seconds of falling in the air, I once thought that if I died, would I travel to some other world to restart my magnificent life.Just when I started to think about what kind of cheats I wanted in another world, the back of my head hit the ground, and then I found myself floating in mid-air.It is really disappointing not to give people even a little time to dream.

I raised my left hand and spread my five fingers toward the sun. The sunlight passed through my palm, making my hand look wonderfully transparent.

In the end... I became a ghost...

I've never really believed in ghosts or ghost stories.I have always been deaf to those urban legends, the seven incredible events on campus and so on!Even if some bad-hearted guys come to tell me specifically, I will firmly cover my ears to show my rejection!

Of course, don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm a coward and afraid of ghosts or anything.How could I be afraid of ghosts? !It's just a human face painted with white powder and red ketchup, or some floating white sheets with strange sound effects for unknown reasons. As the spokesperson of courage and wisdom, how could this lady be afraid of such low-level things? !Human beings always attribute some things that they cannot explain to gods and ghosts, and I just sigh at the ignorance of human beings.

I raised my head, followed the direction of the sun, and looked at the window glass of the teaching building.People often say that ghosts cannot see themselves when they look in the mirror, but at this moment, I seem to be able to refute this statement.

Because from the reflection of the glass, I have already seen my own figure at this time.

A black suspender skirt and a white shirt, a bright red tie that looks like it's about to bleed is tied on the chest, and a silver cross badge is printed on the tie. Even if it is suspended in mid-air without any support, it can stand upright and maintain balance. The figure, as well as the jet-black waist-length hair, the sickly pale complexion, the closed eyes, and the faint smile that slowly bloomed at the corner of the mouth...

Woohoo, there is a ghost!

I'm kind of intimidated by how I look now.

However, it is strange, why are my eyes closed in the mirror?

How do I see things with my eyes closed? ?

I reached out to my eyes, trying to confirm my state at the moment.

Hey, aren't my eyes wide open?

However, what I saw in the mirror, my eyes were still closed.

Immediately afterwards, I found that no matter how I fiddled with my eye sockets or deliberately made some funny expressions, I always kept my eyes slightly closed in the mirror, showing that unchanging smile.

Hmm...why is my expression in the mirror different from mine?

This is a bit scary... no, it's scary...

Chapter 2

boring.

so boring.

.....................

I'm so bored! ! !

Although I was taken aback by the reflection of myself in the window glass, after I calmed down, I found that there was nothing wrong with the self in the mirror except for the perfect smiling expression with eyes closed all the time scary.

Hey, don't tell me, I look in the mirror like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, but I still have a strange charm.

From my own point of view, it seems a little bit strange, but to be honest, my appearance is really not bad~~ so cute that I want to pick up my phone to take a selfie immediately.

but! !Just when I was about to pick up the phone that fell on the ground and plan to take a selfie for myself! !My hand actually went through my mobile phone that fell to the ground and the screen was torn apart! ! !

Nani? !

There is no way for ghosts to touch the real thing? !

Tooth white tooth white tooth white (やばい)! ! !

So how do I take a supernatural photo of myself? ?

I also want to make a V-shaped gesture to take a photo with my own body! !

Looking at my dead body on the ground, the regret of not being able to take pictures filled my heart, which could not go away for a long time.

However, this is just the beginning.

As a modern human, please imagine such a life——

No one can see your body, and no one can hear your words.

I can't play with my mobile phone, I can't push the computer's power button, and I can't even turn a page when I want to read a book! !

and!I'm still an earthbound spirit!You can't even leave the scope of the school! !Once I started to float in the direction outside the school, I would feel a strong pulling force to pull me back. The farther I went, the stronger the resistance would be, and in the end I would be bounced back with a "swoosh"! !

How the hell are you still alive! ! !

Although I'm already dead, I don't need to "live", but it's true!real!Very boring! !

Originally, the reason why I committed suicide was because my life was too empty. I thought it would be great if I died, and I would feel nothing if I died. This might free me from this boring everyday.If there are fun situations like reincarnation and traveling through different worlds, that would be even better!I was looking forward to something interesting like this from the bottom of my heart.

However, what I never expected was that the days after becoming a spirit were even more boring than when I was alive.

Apart from observing human beings, there is only one thing that can pass the time recently, and that is to sneak into the security booth at the gate of the school and watch foreign animal documentaries played on his mobile phone with the guard.

Sir, can you watch another movie?

The uncle couldn't take his eyes off and didn't move a muscle.

uncle!uncle!Please!Change the film! !

The uncle didn't hear me growling in his ear, he couldn't help laughing while watching the scene of animal mating on the small TV.

Uncle, your sexual fetish is so weird! !

Can you understand my despair now?Can?can you !

You can't! ! !

Ah... want to die.

No, I'm already dead...

Can a dead person die again?

Standing on the roof of the teaching building, facing the setting sun in the west, I tried my best to put on a melancholy and affectionate look that anyone who saw it would feel pity for, and then I fell on my back very pretendingly and fell down.

Then, suspended in the air.

Wow, cool~ I can fly~~

Tsk, this doesn't make people happy at all! ! !

Ah...... want to die.

Could it be that I will continue to drift like this in the future with nothing to do?The only entertainment every day is watching documentaries of small animals mating?

That kind of future is really too scary, and I can't help but tremble all over just by imagining it a little bit.

It's almost as good as dying all over again.

But now that he has become a spirit, will he "die" again?

It is necessary to confirm.

Rumor [-]: All ghosts are afraid of sunlight and cannot survive in the sun for a long time.

In that case, will I be sunburned if I spend more time in the sun?

So, after I lay on the roof of the teaching building and basked in the sun for a whole day, I didn't feel any discomfort except that my eyes were always sun-spotted when looking at things. Instead, I took a nap even more sweetly up.

Sure enough, those horror movies and novels are all lies!What about Ling who is afraid of the sun? !

Or does this just mean that I'm a very positive, sunny, good ghost full of positive energy?

Rumor [-]: Salt can drive away evil spirits.

I licked the salt shaker in the kitchen of the school cafeteria, but it didn't die, but my mouth was a little salty.

Huh?I can't even touch the real thing, but I can still taste the taste?

I took another breath of the salt shaker, and at this moment, an indescribably stimulating smell filled my mind...

Conclusion: Those spirits that were dispersed by the salting were probably killed.

The strange thing is that I didn't suck any salt in the salt shaker. In addition, it is said that the school lunch that day was not salty at all, and the chef in the cafeteria was reprimanded for no reason.

However, it is a surprise that the spirit can still taste the taste. It seems that the taste is sucked away in a very unscientific way. It is often said that the food served to ghosts and gods will become tasteless. This may be the reason It must have been eaten by ghosts and gods.

Rumor [-]: Taoist talismans, Buddhist seals, and crosses can drive away evil spirits.

Hmm...Because I'm an earth-bound spirit, I can't touch the Taoist talisman and the Buddha seal for the time being, but I can still touch the cross.Our school was originally a missionary school run by members of the Catholic Church. There was a cross badge embroidered on the tie of my uniform. I touched the tie myself, but nothing special happened.

I was also worried that the cross on my tie had no sacred effect, so I went to the chapel in our school, walked in swaggeringly, and touched the crucifixion erected in front of the chapel, but was not affected. I expected to be hindered by the divine power, and I wanted to touch the place where the positive power of Jesus, which was blocked by the cloth strip, was the strongest, but the three years of self-cultivation in a missionary school and the restraint of a woman still prevented me from doing such blasphemy. matter.

Afterwards, I tried to put my hand through the concentrated acid and alkali kept in the chemical laboratory, tried to touch high-voltage wires, provoked stray cats in the school, etc., and then confirmed again that none of the above actions could harm me. effective damage.

but!I've made some amazing discoveries!

That is, the stray cats in the school can see me!