The Ghost Who Loved Me

Chapter 1

"Cut!"

The moment the director called cut, everyone around immediately crowded around the female lead. Isabelle, dressed in a maid's costume, was left alone and had no choice but to walk into the restroom by herself.

As soon as she lifted her head, she felt an icy hand slip between her fingers and interlock tightly with hers.

Isabelle shuddered all over, but there was no one in the mirror except her.

The next second, an invisible force made her turn around and lifted her onto the sink.

"Don't touch me!"

Humiliated and furious, Isabelle struggled desperately, trying to get away, but her chin was gripped by that unseen person.

A cold, sinister presence drew closer little by little, trapping her in the narrow space. Then those icy lips forced themselves onto hers.

Isabelle had been haunted by this thing for a full month.

A month ago, it happened to be Halloween. That day, when she was on her way home, she felt as if someone had been following her the whole time.

After that, she had gone to ask for protective charms and tried all kinds of ways to drive away ghosts, but none of them worked. She couldn't get rid of "him" at all.

Left with no other choice, she could only accept her bad luck. She had thought that maybe if she endured it for a while, he would eventually leave on his own.

But this thing was getting more and more outrageous.

At first, he only appeared at night. But now, he would not even spare her in broad daylight.

Isabelle felt ashamed and uncomfortable, and there was even a trace of despair in her heart.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Is anyone in there?"

That "person" seemed very displeased. He bit Isabelle's lip hard before finally letting her go.

Isabelle finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the grievance and anger in her heart did not fade at all.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was terribly red, and her lipstick had been smeared.

With trembling hands, she wiped the moisture from her lips and quickly fixed her appearance. Only then did she open the door, pretending nothing had happened.

Standing outside was the crew's assistant director, Simon Quinton. He was a middle-aged man with a large belly.

Isabelle forced a smile and apologized to him.

"Sorry, Mr. Quinton. I kept you waiting."

Isabelle did not want to offend anyone on the crew. She was just a little-known actress. If she offended someone even slightly, she might never get another job.

Simon narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"It's fine."

As he spoke, he deliberately moved a little closer, his fingers brushing against the back of Isabelle's hand as if by accident.

"Isabelle, I think your acting is quite good. It just so happens that I have a second female lead role in my next drama. Why don't you come and have a proper talk with me tonight?"

Goosebumps instantly rose all over Isabelle's body, and she hurriedly found an excuse to refuse.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Quinton. I have something to do tonight."

She lowered her head and tried to leave, but Simon grabbed her and shoved a room key card directly into her hand.

"What could be more important than your future? Isabelle, opportunities like this don't come often. If you don't show up this time, it'll be difficult for you to get roles in the future."

Simon's tone grew heavier. He patted the back of Isabelle's hand as if warning her.

"Eight o'clock tonight. I'll be waiting for you."

Watching Simon walk into the restroom, Isabelle's face instantly turned pale.

After returning to the set, she stood in the waiting area.

The room key card in her pocket made her feel suffocated.

Of course she did not want to do something like that. But she was only an actress with no roles to shoot. If Simon wanted to blacklist her, it would be far too easy.

The weather was so hot that it felt as if the air itself was about to melt. The director began calling the actors to their positions.

Isabelle suppressed the irritation in her heart and walked toward the camera.

Just then, a terrified scream suddenly came from the rest area.

"Something happened! Something happened!"

The set instantly fell into chaos. The director threw down the megaphone and rushed over at once.

Isabelle also followed instinctively.

She heard a stagehand say in a trembling voice, "I-I saw that the restroom door wouldn't open, and there was no sound from inside, so I slammed into the door as hard as I could... Who knew..."

The restroom door was pushed open once again.

A thick smell of blood rushed out first.

Isabelle looked inside, and in an instant, it was as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

The restroom was a sea of blood. Simon lay motionless in a pool of blood.

The shards of the mirror had cut open his thick neck. From a distance, he looked like a slaughtered pig.

"Call an ambulance!" the director roared.

Isabelle suddenly snapped back to her senses, a chill running through her whole body. Covering her mouth and forcing down the urge to vomit, she stumbled backward and ran away.

*****

After something so serious happened, the crew shut down production and gave everyone time off.

After Isabelle returned home, she poured herself a glass of water.

But her hands kept shaking. She failed to hold the glass steady, and it slipped from her hand.

However, the sound of shattering glass never came.

The glass stopped in midair, as if some invisible "person" had caught it.

Isabelle spoke in a hoarse voice.

"What happened today... You did it, didn't you?"

No one answered.

As always, the silence around her was terrifying.

Only the glass gently landed back beside her hand.

The emotions Isabelle had been holding back finally spiraled out of control.

"Can you please stop haunting me? What exactly do you want? Beautiful women? Money? A house? I can burn them all as offerings for you... Ah!"

Before she could finish, a sudden pain shot through the base of her ear.

Her waist was tightly wrapped in the arms of someone invisible. That "person" bit her ear hard again, then let out a low laugh.

This was the first time Isabelle had heard him speak.

His voice was deep and hoarse. There was displeasure in his tone, but also a hint of ambiguity.

"Are you trying to abandon me?"