The Arrival of Horror

Chapter 6The Hand in the Restroom

As the restroom door swung open, a pallid hand emerged from the darkness, causing everyone to freeze in fear, their hearts pounding, speechless with terror.

At that moment, Yang Jian never imagined that his classmate Fang Jing would suddenly go mad and push him towards the ghost.

"Fang Jing, are you trying to kill me?" Yang Jian gritted his teeth, realizing the danger and quickly grabbing Fang Jing's arm.

Their steps halted, both figures frozen in place.

"If you don't die, I can't live in peace for the rest of my life. Did you think my earlier words were just casual talk? You're still too naive, knowing I've issued a threat yet remaining unguarded against me. But this was within my expectations, after all, you're just a student who knows nothing about the cruelty of the world. Today, I'll teach you a lesson," Fang Jing retorted.

Fang Jing turned and shouted, "Come help, we must push him in to hold back the ghost in the restroom. Otherwise, we'll all be doomed if the ghost comes out. If you want to survive, someone has to be sacrificed; there's no other way."

Under the pressure of Fang Jing's authority and the threat of the ghost, people would do anything to stay alive, especially when given what seemed like a reasonable excuse.

Three male classmates, their faces filled with fear, immediately rushed over and grabbed Yang Jian.

Together, they forcefully pushed him, a task impossible for any single person to resist.

In an instant, Yang Jian was pushed back to the entrance of the restroom.

The next moment, the pallid hand that had emerged from the darkness landed on his shoulder, its icy, rigid fingers gripping him tightly.

A terrifying force pulled Yang Jian towards the dark abyss of the restroom.

"Yang Jian, you're done for. Be smarter in your next life," Fang Jing slammed him and yelled.

Furious, Yang Jian felt his shoulder numb, as if the cold, pale hand had crushed it, while a bone-chilling sensation enveloped his body, freezing his blood.

"You scum, classmates actually trying to kill me. If I die, I'll drag a few of you down with me," he exclaimed, grabbing the arms of two classmates tightly.

The horrifying pulling force dragged them forward relentlessly.

Realizing something was amiss, Fang Jing quickly backed away, avoiding Yang Jian's grasp.

"No, please, let me go, Yang Jian, release me."

"Please, I don't want to die, don't grab me, grab someone else."

The two classmates who were caught pleaded in fear and desperation, tears in their voices.

Feeling like his end was near, Yang Jian, surrounded by darkness, coldly said, "Stop screaming. If you want to kill me, then I'll make sure you die with me. Fang Jing, don't be smug. If I become a ghost after death, I won't spare you..."

With a loud bang, the pallid arm retracted into the darkness, and the restroom door slammed shut.

Yang Jian, along with the two classmates who had plotted against him, disappeared before their eyes.

The door remained tightly shut, no more sound to be heard.

Seeing this, Fang Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing on his still shaken face.

“Yang Jian, you're finally finished.”

"Fang Jing, you... you really caused the death of Yang Jian and the others..." Trembling, the others nearby spoke.

Fang Jing's face twisted in a grimace, "Shut up. If that ghost had come out just now, we would all be dead. What are you standing around for? If you want to survive, come with me. The three of them won't last long. Once the ghost kills them, it will come out again, and then it will be our turn to die."

With that, without another word, he turned and headed back upstairs.

"Fang Jing, why are you going back?"

"Going further down is a dead end. Who knows what we might encounter. Going back might lead us to Zhou Zheng. If he's still alive, maybe he can help us," Fang Jing said.

He too felt immense fear.

Because the more people who died in the ghost realm, the scarier it became, leaving less time for those still alive to escape.

Cold, dark, with the constant dripping sound like a leaking faucet, echoing in the air.

Yang Jian and two classmates had been led into this pitch-black restroom by that pallid hand.

"Get out, quickly leave this place."

Duan Peng and Zheng Fei broke free from Yang Jian, their fear evident, frantically feeling along the walls, trying to find the door to escape.

The cold walls were uneven, emitting a putrid smell.

The restroom wasn't large, and under normal circumstances, with eyes closed, one could easily find the door to exit. Yet, as they groped around, all they encountered was the cold, mottled wall.

Left was a wall, right was a wall... a seemingly endless wall stood before them.

The door had vanished...

"Where's the door? Where's the door? It was just here. Zheng Fei, did you find it?" Duan Peng's voice quivered, on the verge of tears.

"I can't find it either," Zheng Fei replied, fear lacing his voice.

Frantically, they searched the walls, hands exploring every inch, trying to locate the familiar restroom door.

But no matter how they searched, they couldn't find the door to escape, only the cold, mottled walls.

Or perhaps, there was no door here at all.

While they searched for the door to leave, Yang Jian's situation worsened.

He could feel the icy hand gripping his shoulder, the numbness spreading from just his shoulder to now his entire arm, with each passing moment, more of his body losing sensation... If it spread to his entire body, Yang Jian knew he would become a cold corpse.

Yang Jian was drenched in cold sweat, exerting all his strength to break free.

It was futile. The grip felt like it was nailed down, immovable.

Struggling in every way possible, he found no relief.

"Am I going to die here?" This was the only thought in his mind at the moment.

In the end, perhaps he accepted his fate.

He felt no fear, only thinking about making a call to his family before his impending death, leaving a final message.

With a bitter smile, Yang Jian, enduring the numbness and coldness, pulled out his phone, attempting to call his family.

But as he opened his phone, the screen flashed, displaying the same forum story he had read before.

The story went straight to the last page.

There was an audio file on the forum.

Seeing the audio file, Yang Jian was suddenly stunned, immediately recalling the sound of the old man knocking on the classroom door.

"Wait, if that old man really uses knocking sounds to kill people, then this sound shouldn't just work on humans; it should work on ghosts too. Zhou Zheng mentioned that only ghosts can deal with ghosts."

Thinking this, his eyes lit up, a glimmer of hope for survival emerging.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian's other arm, which was still functional at this moment, opened the audio file.

"Dong, dong, dong~!"

The dull knocking sound resounded once again, echoing in the darkness.

But something unexpected happened.

The pallid hand gripping Yang Jian's shoulder seemed to have been scalded, quickly retracting and disappearing into the darkness.

The icy, rigid sensation quickly dissipated from his body.