Chapter 3

Tonight, as usual, was full of a lot more fun than usual. Boys who didn't have to go to the evening class were excited and cheering loudly in the dark, almost like werewolves howling all the time when the moon is full.

Outside, the wind was very strong, and lightning and thunder were going off. In this kind of situation, it makes sense to tell ghost stories.

The four men went to bed and took turns telling each other stories. They purposely lowered their voices so that they could barely be heard in the dark, which caused even more worry and tension. When they heard this, it was only natural for their heads to feel numb.

The stories were old-fashioned and not scary at all. The most important thing, though, was the atmosphere that the people themselves made. At this time, a sudden noise might just surprise the people who were there.

Chris Gordon liked to tell his stories with very few tricks. As he talked, he felt compelled to use the light from his phone to shine on the lowest faces, giving them eerie shadows. He even added creepy laughter on purpose, and when the story reached its climax at the end, he suddenly roared out loud while making a dramatic gesture.

The room was eerily quiet, and no one moved.

“Crazy.”

“Retard.”

“Stupid.”

Even though the other three gave him face and answered, Chris Gordon pouted and stuck out his tongue: "How boring. None of you said anything. SAM (buddy)? Are you not afraid at all? ”

Sam Port slept under Ryan Dixon's bed, and because it was dark, it was hard to see what he looked like. He bit his lips together, and his hands, which were hidden under his blankets, shook, but he tried his best to stay calm. He looked serious as he pushed up his glasses and said, "It's all fake, so what's there to be afraid of?" As for you, you should stop moving around like that. you might lose your balance."

Chris Gordon, who slept on the top bunk of the bed next to him, leaned over the railing and looked down to see that SAM port was still wearing his glasses. He asked, "It's already so late, so why are you still wearing your glasses?" We're not in class at all."

Sam Port dodged the question and said, "Used to it."

Chris Gordon also asked out of curiosity, and he didn't plan to keep asking. SAM Aden took a deep breath of relief. He kept wearing his glasses because if your vision isn't clear, you can easily let your imagination run wild and see things that aren't there. If Chris Gordon didn't have clothes on his railings, it might have sounded like someone was hanging in the air.

Sam Port is scared of ghosts, but he didn't say anything because he was too embarrassed to admit it when his other roommates were so calm.

They kept doing this until the time of day when SAM Aden had enough. He used his power as a category leader to tell them to shut up and go to sleep because they still had class the next day. Over time, the room got quieter and quieter until it was just a few people talking here and there.

Around 1 o'clock, most of the students were asleep, and you could hear shallow breathing and even some loud snoring in the dark dormitory building.

Ryan Dixon, who was lying in bed, pulled at his blankets out of impatience and wanted to toss and turn. But when he thought about the other students, who had probably already fallen asleep, he pushed down his irritation.

He had been hearing a mechanical sound in his head for the past half an hour. It was so annoying that his head hurt and he had a strong desire to hit his head against the wall.

System: "Random task: Help put a blanket over Jeff Grey. Don't let him catch a cold at night to show how much you care about him.

As soon as Ryan Dixon found out about this, he thought, "Fuck you."

Is painter's mother his? Why should I help and protect him?!

(Old Master) a way for a proud person to talk about himself.

Ryan Dixon pushed his blankets up with all his strength to cover his head. He tried to ignore the annoying sound in his head, but it kept going on and on. It seemed like it wouldn't stop until he did the job. He finally couldn't take it any longer, so he grabbed the railings and stuck his head out to look at the case on the bottom bunk of the bed next to him.

The moonlight came in through the glass doors of the balcony and shone on the bed and floors, giving him a faint idea of what Jeff Gray looked like. His sleeping position was very bad. He had kicked all of his blankets to one side and was sprawled out across the bed with his head in his pillow.

He kind of slept like a dead pig.

When Ryan Dixon saw this, he was very angry. He woke up because of that loud system, but this guy is sleeping so peacefully! He really wanted to give that pig a good kick to wake it up.

Ryan Dixon could only try to calm himself down when he thought about the pros and cons. Isn't it just putting a blanket over him? You'll just toss it over him at random or something. The most important thing is to hurry up and turn off the system so he can get a good night's sleep. He climbed down the metal ladder at the top of the bed and glared at that guy for a moment in the dark. As he went to the bathroom, he thought, It's just going to the bathroom in the middle of the night and putting a blanket over him on the way. In passing!

Ryan Dixon went to the bathroom and turned on the lights, as he always did. When the lights turned on all of a sudden, he had to squint his eyes to figure out that the facility was back.

When he realized this, he felt a little bit better. Even though it's the end of August and the Gregorian calendar month, you'd still feel sticky and very uncomfortable if you slept without the air conditioning on at midnight.

Ryan Dixon pulled his pants up, washed his hands, and turned off the lights in the toilet. He then looked out into the dark with a casual look. It was so dark that it was likely that nothing could be seen. Ryan Dixon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he couldn't help but think of the ghost stories they'd told before.

When he turned off the lights, the room got even darker, and he wanted to run back to bed. Behind him, he saw something move quickly, which scared him and made his heart beat very fast. He quickly stepped back into the area, as if he would be safe as soon as he crossed the line.

He takes a deep breath and pulls his phone out, ready to show it to the air conditioner. It was also at this time that he realized the sound he thought he heard before was probably just water dripping and that he was just scaring himself with his wild imagination.

The air conditioner turned on with a beep, and the fan blades started to turn. In the quiet night, cool air was blown out along with a soft sound that was as loud as thunder. Ryan Dixon unconsciously looked back at Jeff Grey because he was afraid that the noise would wake him up and make him late for his next job. Deep within he also felt deep regret. Before he turned on the air conditioner, he should have given him a blanket to cover himself with.

But, even though he stiffened up and stared at them for a while, his roommates were all sleeping very deeply and didn't show any signs of waking up.

Ryan Dixon was relieved and put his phone back in his pocket. He walked to Jeff Gray's bed in a very slow and careful way.

Ryan Dixon could get a rough idea of what his sleeping face looked like by getting close to the bed and letting the moonlight shine through. Little strands of black hair ran along his eyebrows, and half of his face sunk into the pillow, slightly distorting his mouth as he breathed evenly through slightly compound lips.

Ryan Dixon wasn't in the mood to understand this, so he was just impatient and cursed at him behind his back. He really wanted people with the same problem as him to see how stupid he was right now. kind of like a dumb dead pig.

Ryan Dixon set his teeth together. it was better to move quickly and get things done. Even though it was embarrassing to help cover his enemy with a blanket, he could only give in to the current temporarily, if only to get a good night's sleep. Since the other side won't understand it anyway, a quick battle with a quick end is better.

Even though he could accept this in his head, he was very reluctant to do so, which made his actions very awkward.

He grabbed the blanket roughly and threw it over his head so it covered his whole body. Even though he had to go, he hesitated for two seconds because he thought it wouldn't be right to use a blanket to suffocate the other person. Once and for all, this could just be a job given to Jeff Grey by the system. No, that's not right. But is that guy innocent? Every second and every minute, he deserves to be hit.

Even though Jeff Grey hadn't done anything to make him angry yet, just looking at his face made him sad. He couldn't help but let him know how frustrated he was that he couldn't get a good night's sleep.

Ryan Dixon makes the blanket backpedal to Jeff Gray's shoulder against his will. He didn't care anymore, so he walked around while yawning and then went to get into bed.

Now that the job was done, the annoying system was no longer bothering him, and he could sleep well.

Ryan Dixon fell asleep very quickly. This could have been because the air conditioning was on, making the room cool and comfortable, or because the annoying system had worn him out. As he slept, his breathing became more regular and deeper.

At this time, there was a soft rustling from a bed below, and someone slowly got up and walked out to the balcony.

Ryan Dixon heard this sound when he was only about half asleep and half awake. Since he didn't feel any movement on his side, it was likely coming from the other bed.... Maybe it's Jeff Gray. As luck would have it, he got hurt quickly. How awkward would it be if he was covering him with the blanket right now and the other person woke up?

He thought this while in a very temporary state, and soon after, he fell into a deep sleep.

Because of this, he also didn't notice when Jeff Grey walked up to the balcony, turned around, and looked at him with a sophisticated face.

Jeff Grey was sleeping earlier, but some sounds nearby woke him up. He opened his eyes without much thought. All he could think about was seeing Ryan Dixon get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. When he saw this, he closed his eyes again and didn't care.

But once in a while, Ryan Dixon would come in and turn on the air conditioning but not go back to his bed in real time. Instead, he walked toward him, and he could feel his black shadow move away from him. Jeff Grey didn't know what this man wanted.

Then someone grabbed his blankets and threw them over his head.

Jeff Gray's heart began to beat very fast. The sound seemed to be much louder than usual in the black darkness, which surprised his ears. His whole body stiffened, and he almost stopped breathing.

is that what this guy has?! Will he have to kill ME by smothering me?

Jeff Grey suddenly thought of the ghost stories they had told each other before. One of them was a couple of killers who slept and hung out in the dormitory. Jeff Grey, who had been sleeping very soundly before, wasn't sure for a moment if he was dreaming or if it was real.

But in the next second, Ryan Dixon did something that made things even more confusing.

Ryan Dixon helped him get warm by putting his blanket up to his shoulders and patting it down as if he was afraid he might kick it off.

Heart of Jeff Grey: ".......????

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This person should be cursed!

The author wants to say one thing:

Jeff Grey is scared. He thinks, "This guy wants to kill me!"

Ryan Dixon: …….

Jeff Gray is very scared.

Since the main character has died, the story is over.

Buddy was afraid that his roommates would find out that he is afraid of ghosts, but he didn't realize that the other three are also scared of ghosts and are just good at acting.

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