A ghost who died by hanging, Looking for someone in the toilet

"So, you two have a grudge?" Nick asked.

"That guy in the bathroom was a murderer who killed over a dozen people. He raped and killed my girlfriend, chopped me up into pieces, and stuffed me into the wall, filling it with steel and concrete."

"Later, when his crimes were exposed, he was surrounded by the police in this building and hung himself in the bathroom."

The voice in the corridor trembled with intense hatred.

It didn't sound fake. Nick fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Can you beat him?"

"In this corridor, I'm invincible!"

"Then how come you can't beat me?" Nick's words struck a nerve, leaving the wall ghost speechless. It was also confused. How could a humble human have overpowered it in this corridor?

Perhaps it was the human bone nails, or the blood on the bone-crushing hammer that just happened to restrain it.

Anyway, if Nick didn't remove that human bone nail, it might have been annihilated.

"Fine, I'll trust you this time!" Nick said, but he picked up the hammer and nail, and swiftly drove another nail into the wall.

"You!!" The wall ghost was shocked and angry. "Don't worry, this is just a precaution. If things go as you say, I'll help you take it out later," Nick reassured.

Although the wall ghost was annoyed, it couldn't do anything and dispersed the ghostly aura at the end of the corridor.

Nick made his way to the door filled with ghostly aura, inserted the key, and turned it.

With a creak, the door opened automatically, and an even colder chill rushed out.

Nick shivered as he entered.

The bathroom was very clean, with every corner looking freshly swept.

However, there was water everywhere, and the sound of dripping was clearly audible.

Although the bathroom didn't seem large, Nick saw that the toilet stalls stretched on endlessly with no end in sight!

"Edwin!" he shouted, and echoes reverberated back as if he were in a valley.

Nick had to kick open each toilet door, regardless of whether there was anyone or any ghost inside.

Bang!! The first door he kicked open revealed a tangled mass of black hair stuffed in the toilet.

The hair suddenly twitched and slowly rose, revealing a pair of dead eyes staring at Nick from beneath the dense hair.

"Sorry, wrong door. Keep doing what you're doing," Nick said, and moved on to the next door.

And the next. And the next...

As he opened door after door, each bathroom contained various terrifying ghosts...

After opening over a dozen doors, Nick heard some sounds.

Following the source, he came to one of the bathrooms and kicked the door open.

There was Edwin, vigorously scrubbing the toilet with a toilet brush, muttering, "Almost done, almost done. The supervisor said I can leave after I finish."

"Come on, come on, give it your all..."

"You've given me quite a search. What are you doing still cleaning toilets at a time like this? Come with me!" Nick grabbed Edwin, but the latter remained motionless, continuing his scrubbing, repeating the same words. "It's dirty, so dirty. How did it get dirty again?"

Nick stepped forward, leaving a black footprint, and Edwin immediately pounced on it, scrubbing furiously until there was no trace of dirt left.

His vigorous scrubbing seemed like he would scrub the floor right off! "Has this guy gone mad?" Nick was stunned.

No matter how hard Nick pulled, Edwin stuck to his task, even pushing Nick aside with surprising strength.

Nick considered whether to nail his head.

After a moment of silence, Nick suddenly slapped Edwin across the face. "Snap out of it, idiot! Do you want to get out of here or not?"

Surprisingly, the slap worked, and Edwin stopped his scrubbing. He then looked around in a daze before focusing his gaze on Nick. "Nick?" Was it really the slap that brought him back to his senses? Nick was taken aback.

Could it be that his 10 points of ghost power had dispelled the illusion on Edwin?

"Nick, you're finally here. I was going crazy!" Edwin threw himself onto Nick and burst into tears.

"You don't know..."

"No time for that. Let's get out of here first!" Nick pulled Edwin out of the bathroom stall, but the ghostly aura in the bathroom grew even thicker.

It was hard to tell where the exit was, or even distinguish the directions.

A black shadow appeared ahead—it was the ghost responsible for supervising the bathroom cleaning.

"Is the bathroom clean yet?" "Not clean enough. Get back to work, or I'll tear your flesh apart piece by piece!" The ghost materialized, revealing a pockmarked face covered in bloody scars, with a clear ligature mark and bruise on its neck, stretched out to over a meter long, and its head swaying like a kite.

Clearly, this was the deranged murderer mentioned by the wall ghost, now a hanging ghost.

"I, I..." Edwin's face turned pale, and he stammered, clearly traumatized by the hanging ghost.

"This bathroom can never be cleaned. You want to trap him here forever until he's exhausted," Nick said calmly.

"Another mouse has come. Perfect, you two can keep each other company!" The hanging ghost grinned sickly, and its head suddenly flew towards them.

Nick quickly threw a human bone nail and swung his hammer, sending the nail flying like a bullet.

The nail precisely pierced the hanging ghost's forehead, and dense cracks spread across its head.

Then, Nick threw a blood-stained sanitary napkin at the hanging ghost. Instantly, the ghost was left in disarray, howling in agony.

"Wow, Nick, you're really something!" Edwin stared at the sanitary napkin in shock.

Ahead, the ghostly fog gradually faded, revealing the exit.

"Run!" Nick didn't hesitate and pulled Edwin to run.

"We can't escape. No matter where we go, this ghost will find me!" Edwin said.

Nick didn't respond.

As they ran out of the bathroom, the hanging ghost's roar echoed from behind.

Edwin turned his head and saw the flying head, his eyes widening in terror.

Just then, Nick suddenly stopped at the staircase and turned to face the approaching hanging ghost.

Edwin, on the verge of asking why they had stopped, suddenly felt the floor tremble.

The wallpaper along the entire corridor began to peel off.

Thick, black blood oozed out from every corner of the walls.

In the blink of an eye, the entire corridor transformed into a bloody hellscape!

The hanging ghost abruptly stopped, sensing something. Its face turned pale with terror, and it turned to flee back into the bathroom.

But when it looked back, the path had vanished.

"Friend, we're all ghosts. Why are you helping a human?" the hanging ghost said to Nick in the distance, realizing something. Its voice was eerily cold.

"What, don't you recognize me anymore?" A voice filled with intense killing intent echoed, and then the walls on both sides started shifting.

Countless pale hands stretched out, grabbing at the hanging ghost.

The hanging ghost's face suddenly turned terrified. "You're that damned..."

Before it could finish, the hanging ghost was violently pulled into the wall, which was then engulfed in ghostly fog.

Horrifying screams continued to echo out, making Nick and Edwin's scalps tingle.

Moments later. Silence returned. The ghostly fog dispersed. The corridor returned to normal.

Nick muttered to himself, "Did they both perish?"

"It's dead," the wall ghost's indifferent voice replied just as Nick finished speaking.