Nga_Kani

In a world where the supernatural intertwines with everyday school life, Shi Mu—a seemingly frail and effeminate teenager—harbors extraordinary powers that blur the line between reality and the spirit realm. Haunted dormitories, restless ghosts, and mysterious curses shadow the halls of Yingnan High School, but Shi Mu’s courage and wit bring hope to the terrified students. As she navigates the harsh social hierarchies, unexpected friendships, and her own strange transformations, Shi Mu must confront dark forces that threaten her very identity.

I’m a Girl, He’s a Psycho, and This is Fine

The tension in Room 407 was as thick as fog.

Shi Mo crouched in front of the closet, studying the faint scratch marks etched inside the wooden panel. Beside her, Bei Ling clutched her blanket, eyes darting between every shadow in the room.

Fu Yunshen stood silently in the corner, arms crossed, scanning the ceiling and corners like a seasoned investigator.

"What do you think it means?" Li Weiwei asked, pointing at the message in the closet:

"It's a spiritual residue," she finally said. "Whoever—or whatever—wrote that isn't gone yet."

Li Weiwei hugged her pillow tighter. "Great. So we're living with a ghost?"

"You're not the first ones to experience this," Bei Ling added. "Last week, the closet door opened by itself. And the week before, someone's shoes were arranged in pairs. And no one here is that organized."

"It cleaned your shoes?" Fu Yunshen asked, unimpressed. "That's the least threatening ghost I've heard of."

"Spirits don't always show hostility right away," Shi Mo said. "Sometimes, they wait."

Li Weiwei shivered. "That's not reassuring!"

As the group investigated further, the lights flickered again.

The curtains swayed even though the windows were closed.

Shi Mo walked toward the window and gently pulled the curtains aside.

"The activity is subtle," she said. "But consistent."

"Could it be attached to one of the roommates?" Fu Yunshen asked.

Bei Ling looked around. "We all noticed strange things, but it's been worst for Wu Xuan."

"She left for the weekend," Li Weiwei replied. "She's the one who woke up screaming last Tuesday. Said someone was sitting on her bed, whispering her name."

Li Weiwei looked sheepish. "What were we going to say? 'Our ghost made our beds for us?' No one would believe it."

Fu Yunshen snorted. "You'd be surprised."

Shi Mo turned back to the closet and took out a small talisman from her sleeve.

She pressed it to the inner wall of the closet and chanted under her breath.

A faint glow lit up the space, and then—

"…What was that?" Bei Ling whispered.

Shi Mo focused. "The spirit's energy is still here. It's weak, but it's clinging to the space."

"Why this room?" Fu Yunshen asked.

Shi Mo stood and brushed dust off her knees. "Because this room has an unresolved memory. Something tethering the ghost."

Bei Ling stepped closer. "Can we… do anything to help it move on?"

"Maybe," Shi Mo said. "But we'll need more information."

Fu Yunshen nodded. "I'll check the school's dorm records tomorrow. Maybe someone died here before Wu Xuan moved in."

Shi Mo pocketed the talisman. "Until then, try not to provoke it."

Li Weiwei threw up her hands. "How exactly do you avoid provoking a ghost that folds your socks and whispers your name in the dark?"

"Say thank you," Fu Yunshen deadpanned.

Chapter 22.1: Shadows Behind the Curtain