"Hahaha..."
The eerie laughter echoed through the room for the second time, sending shivers down Gunapala's spine. This time, his arrogance dissipated completely, and he remembered the foolishness of removing the protective thread that Sediris Aatha had tied around his wrist for protection.
"Oh God... Has that dead demoness come here too? Please, God, save me. Please..."
Fear of death can make even the most skeptical men turn to the divine for help, doesn't it?
"Hahaha... Now, not even the gods can save you, fool. Hahaha... You cut off the protective thread that your master tied for you like an i***t. Now, see what I'm going to do to you... Hahaha..."
Gunapala, trembling with fear, collapsed to the floor. The terror in his heart was so intense that it paralyzed him. He couldn't be sure where the voice came from, but he was certain it belonged to that supernatural woman and that it was coming from right beside him.
Suddenly...
Just as before, the environment around him turned freezing cold. This wasn't the usual chill of the surroundings; it was something unnatural. Out of nowhere, a dust cloud formed in the middle of the room, swirling like a mini-tornado. It quickly dissipated, revealing a figure that made Gunapala freeze in horror. Standing there was the same ghostly woman, who Gunapala referred to as the dead demoness.
"Hahaha... Do you remember me? You and your friends killed me. You destroyed my helpless life. My poor father died of grief because of my death. All of this is because of you. Do you remember? Tell me, you fool..."
"What is this woman talking about? When did I ever kill her? Besides, I've never killed anyone..." Gunapala thought to himself, too terrified to speak aloud. Yet, there was something strangely familiar about this woman that nagged at the back of his mind.
"Why don't you remember me? Hahaha... I'm Amanda. You, Suriyadasa, and Somapala destroyed my innocent life that night. You killed me. I took Somapala first, and now it's your turn... Hahaha..."
Oh God... Is this Amanda? Gunapala remembered that night when, under the influence of alcohol, he agreed to Somapala's terrible plan to kill Amanda. He had never imagined in his wildest dreams that things would turn out this way. Not only did Amanda die, but now it seemed Somapala was dead too. Gunapala recalled his friend's mysterious death. Oh God... Looking at the ghostly figure before him, he realized his end was near.
"Amanda, please... Don't do anything to me. Don't kill me... I only helped Somapala and Suriyadasa because I had no choice. I never wanted to kill you. I wasn't in my right mind that night... Please, forgive me. Don't kill me..."
"Forgive you? Hahaha... Did you listen to me when I begged for my life that night? How many times did I plead for mercy? Did you listen then? Why should I forgive you now? Get ready to die... Hahaha..."
"Amanda, please... Don't kill me... Please..."
"Hahaha..."
Gunapala felt the ghostly hands of Amanda gripping his neck, tightening slowly but surely. He knew his end was near. As he struggled for breath, visions of the crime he had committed against helpless Amanda flashed before his eyes. Overwhelmed by guilt and fear, he closed his eyes, feeling his breath being cut off and his neck constricting. In the next moment, Gunapala's headless body hit the ground, lifeless and still.
As Gunapala's body lay there, the room grew silent, the echoes of Amanda's laughter lingering in the air. The ghostly figure stood over him, her presence a chilling reminder of the consequences of one's actions.