The Eyeless Girl and the Suspended Ghost

Chuanbei Middle School, Jiangzhou City.

It was precisely one o’clock in the morning.

Chuanbei Middle School boasted a history of over a century. As one of Jiangzhou City’s top three key secondary schools, it naturally never lacked students or financial support.

Since the turn of the twenty-first century, the campus had undergone continuous expansion. Now spanning over four hundred mu [TL note: A traditional Chinese unit of land area, approximately 0.0667 hectares or 0.1647 acres.], it featured numerous modern buildings and facilities.

However, as a prestigious institution with a century of heritage, Chuanbei couldn’t simply undergo a complete renovation. Certain buildings, those that truly embodied its long history, had to remain.

Nestled amidst a grove of locust trees stood an old-style dormitory, a relic from the 1980s and 90s.

Its walls were overgrown with moss and vines, while the main entrance was secured by an iron gate, its chains thick with rust. It seemed the school had deliberately left it unmanaged and uncleaned for a long time, perhaps to preserve its historical aura and enigmatic charm.

The dormitory’s interior had long been vacated, leaving behind only layers of thick dust.

Nothing remained within.

Then, quite suddenly, a young girl’s figure materialized at the far end of the dim corridor.

She wore a pure white dress—no, a nightgown would be a more fitting description than a dress.

Though the nightgown was loose, it did nothing to conceal her graceful figure. Its low neckline revealed some alluring curves.

“Mmm-hmm~”

The girl stretched languidly, her eyes closed and lips pursed, an image of delicate beauty and indolence.

Yet, the moment she opened her eyes, her exquisite face transformed into something terrifying.

Within her eye sockets, there was only empty, chilling darkness—no eyeballs whatsoever!

Extending her hands forward, the girl cautiously fumbled her way, slowly advancing.

Through the desolate, silent, and dim corridor, she moved like a somnambulist, or a walking corpse.

Strangely, her bare, fair feet left not the slightest imprint upon the thick layers of dust.

Her pace was slow, but after a considerable time, she reached the stairwell at the opposite end of the corridor. She turned her head, her empty eye sockets seemingly ‘looking’ downstairs, then ‘looking’ upstairs, before she slowly ascended.

Outside the dormitory, the night wind rustled through the locust tree branches, creating a soft, whispering sound.

Inside, the girl ambled upwards, floor after silent floor.

She reached the fifth floor; beyond it lay only the rooftop.

Instead of continuing upwards, the girl slowly made her way along the center of the fifth-floor corridor, eventually stopping before a particular door.

A crooked doorplate hung above the entrance.

The girl stood before the door, her head bowed, seemingly lost in thought.

She remained motionless, yet suddenly, a fierce gale erupted within the corridor.

A mournful howling echoed through the silent passage, as dust swirled violently, making the already dim corridor even darker.

The dust-laden wind transformed into what looked like colossal pythons, thrashing wildly through the corridor before, in unison, they surged towards the door of Room 518.

“CRASH!”

The door burst open instantly, the sound of the gale rushing into the room like the wails of a tormented demon!

At this moment, the girl lifted her head, her empty eye sockets seemingly ‘gazing’ into the room.

In Room 518, an old-fashioned ceiling fan hung precisely in the center of the ceiling. And beneath that fan, suspended, was… a woman?

Long strands of hair were tangled around the fan itself, while her limbs and body dangled limply, like a rag doll.

“Creak~ groan~” “Creak~ groan~”

With every slight sway of her body, the connection point between the fan and the ceiling emitted a grating, unpleasant screech.

A portion of her scalp was missing from her head, that section, along with some hair and foul blood, clinging to the ceiling fan.

The woman’s face was quite young, suggesting she should have been called a girl. Yet, her mouth was agape to an unnatural degree, a long, black tongue extended far beyond her lips.

Her face was smeared with blood, and her bulging, round eyes were lifeless and greyish-white, filled only with boundless malice and venom.

Given this grotesque appearance, it seemed ‘female ghost’ was the most apt description.

“Good evening, Miss Ghost!”

The girl at the doorway, however, showed no fear. Instead, she offered a smiling greeting.

“Uwaaah~”

Miss Ghost inside seemed less than appreciative. Her mouth stretched even wider, nearly consuming her entire face, as a piercing shriek tore from her throat.

“Damn you! Damn you!”

After her initial shriek, the female ghost became a broken record, incessantly repeating the phrase, “Damn you!”

‘……’

The girl’s empty eye sockets opened and closed slightly, a movement that might have been her version of blinking.

“It seems communication is still impossible,”

The girl remarked, a hint of regret and despondency in her tone.

“Damn you! You all deserve to die!”

The ghost’s words suddenly changed, prompting a flicker of caution in the girl.

Just as expected, the female ghost’s black tongue shot out abruptly, lashing swiftly towards the girl’s face.

Though eyeless, the girl seemed to perceive the ghost’s attack with perfect clarity. She tilted her head, causing the tongue to miss its mark.

The ghost’s tongue snapped back into her mouth instantly, only to shoot out again with even greater speed. This time, however, the girl made no attempt to dodge. Instead, she reached out and seized the tongue in her hand.

“Eww~ It’s so slimy and disgusting!”

The girl made a face of disgust. Then, as if releasing pent-up frustration, she gave a violent tug, yanking the female ghost directly from the ceiling fan.

With one hand, she gripped the ghost’s chest, hoisting her up before her. The hand holding the tongue, meanwhile, continued to pull, stretching the ghost’s tongue longer and longer.

She then began to wrap it around the ghost’s body, from neck to feet, finally yanking it tight and tying it into a secure knot.

The female ghost was now trussed up like a zongzi [TL note: A traditional Chinese glutinous rice dumpling, often wrapped in bamboo leaves, which typically has a conical or pyramidal shape].

“Awoo~ Awoo~”

The female ghost cried out indignantly, though her cries were laced with viciousness.

The girl patted the ghost’s head.

“Good girl!”