Chapter 555: Chapter 552: The Ominous Painting
In the dormitory.
Sun Yujia saw with her own eyes the strange appearance of the old oil painting, that was thought to be problematic, next to Wang Yueâs bed. She was very certain that the painting had been placed on Zhang Xiaâs bunk before and hadnât been moved since Zhang Xiaâs disappearance; no one had touched it in the meantime, after all it was someone elseâs personal possession, and they all had that level of decency.
But now, the problematic painting was hanging next to Wang Yueâs bed, almost touching her, while Wang Yue herself was still burying her head in sleep, completely unaware.
Accompanied by Sun Yujiaâs terrified scream, it seemed that Wang Yue, who was truly asleep, was woken up, and she said impatiently, âWhat now? I was almost asleep, and with your shout, Iâm definitely going to have insomnia tonight.â
âYou⊠that, the painting is, is by your side,â Sun Yujia said with a tremor in her voice.
âWhat painting is by my side?â Wang Yue had no idea.
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âItâs, the problematic painting that Zhang Xia brought back from outside⊠That painting is now by your bedside,â Sun Yujia said.
âHow could that painting be by myâŠâ Before she could finish her sentence, Wang Yue turned her head and was immediately stunned.
A huge oil painting over half a person tall was standing right next to the wall by her bed. On the painting was a woman with blurred features, wearing a European-style red dress. The character didnât take up much of the painting; most of it was background, which looked somewhat familiar. Despite the dimness and oppressive dark tone, the buildings resembled those of this university.
After a brief moment of stupefaction, Wang Yue also quickly came to her senses, exclaiming in surprise, âHow did this painting appear by my bed? Who put it here? Itâs filthyâŠâ
Sun Yujiaâs tone remained fearful, âNo, nobody touched that painting, itâs like it suddenly appeared by your bedside. I remember very clearly, when Miao Xiaoshan and Yang Jian left, the painting was still sitting on Zhang Xiaâs bunk, and after they left, you and I havenât gotten out of bedâŠâ
No one had touched the painting, yet it had appeared by her bed?
Looking at the painting so close at hand, Wang Yue suddenly felt an eerie sensation.
âLetâs get out of here quickly, I feel like our dorm is getting more and more off,â Sun Yujia only had terror in her eyes. If it werenât for the fact that Wang Yue was with her, she would have already run out in fear.
âYouâre right, we canât stay in this dorm anymore, whether thereâs a problem or not, letâs leave first,â Wang Yue replied.
At this moment, she also remembered the strange behavior of Miao Xiaoshan and Liu Zi, especially since Miao Xiaoshan had directly said that the painting in the dormitory was problematic and might be haunted.
She hadnât believed it before because there was no evidence to prove that such an absurd thing was real.
But now she vaguely felt that Miao Xiaoshanâs words might be true.
This painting really had a problem.
The next moment, Wang Yue almost jumped down from her bed in an escape, almost falling to the ground, then she began to get dressed and put on her shoes in panic.
Sun Yujia moved even faster, she had wanted to leave the dorm as soon as she realized something was wrong, so she was already dressed.
âWait for me, donât leave me behind,â Wang Yue became even more panicked, she was scared of being left alone in the dorm by Sun Yujia.
Even staying here for another second made her feel afraid.
âThen hurry up,â Sun Yujia urged anxiously: âIf only we had believed Miao Xiaoshan earlier and left with them.â
âWhat are you afraid of, it might not even be a haunting, and even if it really is some kind of supernatural event, I donât believe a ghost would dare to show itself; at worst weâll just go next door and hide. With more people around, ghosts are definitely scared,â Wang Yue tried to bolster her courage.
In her mind, a haunting was just a minor irritant, at most something that would scare people, nothing too serious.
This was typical reckless ignorance.
Without having experienced a real supernatural event, one cannot understand that sense of despair and horror.
Miao Xiaoshan had actually experienced the Ghost Door Knocker incident at No. 7 Middle School, so as soon as she knew there was something wrong with the painting, she was terrified and wanted to grab all her roommates and run away immediately. If it wasnât for their lack of appreciation, they wouldnât have wasted so much time; thatâs why Miao Xiaoshan didnât retort when Yang Jian cursed at them for being âpig teammates.â
âAre you ready? Letâs go.â
Seeing that Wang Yue was almost done getting dressed, Sun Yujia hurried to open the door, ready to leave.
âWait, I need to grab my bag.â
Wang Yue put on her shoes and, remembering something, prepared to go back up to get her things.
âWhat are you doing grabbing things at a time like this,â Sun Yujia stamped her feet anxiously at the doorway.
Wang Yue said, âItâs the new bag I just bought; it still has my phone and wallet inside, and if they vanishâŠâ
But before she could finish speaking, Sun Yujia, standing at the door, suddenly narrowed her eyes, her face turned pale instantly, and a chilling fear surged from her heart.
Itâs because she saw something incredibly creepy.
The painting, which had mysteriously appeared on Wang Yueâs bed, had now changed; the originally dim, oppressive urban background shrank while the blurry female figure in the middle was enlarged, almost filling the entire frame. But that wasnât the real reason for her fear.
The truly terrifying thing was that the hands of the blurry female figure in the painting were now appearing outside of the frame.
The hands, pale and almost devoid of blood, hung slightly below the frame with ten fingers clearly visible. Under the light, they even reflected a faint white glow.
This was a pair of perfectly shaped womanâs palms, but they were reaching out from an old oil painting, leaving no doubt in anyoneâs mind that the true owner of these hands was likely a terrifying ghost hidden within the painting.
The horror of such a scene struck Sun Yujia, who was already panicking, and fear instantly engulfed her.
She wanted to flee but her body seemed to have lost all sensation and she couldnât move at all.
Even time appeared to slow down around her, as she clearly saw Wang Yue reaching out toward the pale palms that extended from the oil painting.
Wang Yue was trying to get her bag because from her angle, she couldnât see the eerie hands protruding from the painting, which were resting atop the bedâif she could, she wouldnât have remained oblivious.
âQuick, run, thereâs a ghost, stop going for your bag.â
Sun Yujia wanted to shout to warn her, but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
Engulfed in extreme fear, people couldnât even speak, let alone run awayâthey could only freeze in place like idiots, watching the danger unfold before them.
This situation was not uncommon.
In supernatural events, the reactions of many ordinary people were just like Sun Yujiaâsâa few with stronger mental resilience might manage to act after some time.
Because of her height, Wang Yue couldnât easily reach her belongings and ended up having to climb two steps to stand higher.
âFound it.â Wang Yue saw her bag in the corner by the head of the bed and quickly reached for it.
Thinking to quickly grab her stuff and get out, she decided not to stay in the dorm if it was haunted, resolving to sort things out the next day.
But as soon as she reached out her hand, a pale palm emerged from nowhere and grabbed her wrist.
It was cold, stiff, and the bone-chilling cold that came from her wrist made her shiver.
âAh!â
Wang Yue let out an instinctual scream, desperately trying to pull back her hand, no longer caring about her newly bought bag.
But the pale, ice-cold palm held her wrist tightly, not letting go; instead, the swift movement caused the old painting beside the wall to fall.
Wang Yue lost her balance and fell to the dormitory floor as the oil painting from her bed also came crashing down.
It landed squarely on her.
Wang Yue screamed frantically, trying to shake off the thing on her, but thatâs when she realized the fearsome hands grabbing her were stretching out from the painting.
But now she didnât care about anything, fighting and screaming on instinct.
Her cries were shrill and desperate.
At the dormitory door, Sun Yujia was too scared to move, watching this scene unfold before her eyes.
No matter how Wang Yue struggled, she couldnât shake the painting off her.
Instead, within a short while, Wang Yueâs struggling and screaming sounds couldnât be heard anymore.
Because Sun Yujia saw only Wang Yueâs legs remaining outside; the rest of her body had already sunk into the painting, which seemed like a bottomless pit that could swallow a person alive. The hands that reached out from the painting were still tightly gripping Wang Yueâs legs, apparently trying to pull her entire body into the painting.
Outside the painting, the familiar legs thrashed and kicked in panic, though Wang Yueâs voice could no longer be heardâbut one could imagine her despair and fear. Sun Yujia was at a loss, paralyzed by fear and sitting on the ground, crying.
Time passed without knowing how long.
In the end, Sun Yujia saw the legs sticking out of the frame slowly stop struggling, as if giving up or as though Wang Yue was already dead, the legs outside were left motionless, twitching only occasionally.
The scene calmed down.
The eerie painting lay quietly on the dormitory floor. Beneath the painting, a pair of struggling, distorted legs rigidly poked out, motionless.
And at that moment,
Liu Zi, who had left earlier, had already appeared on the playground beneath the dormitory building, out of breath.
She wanted to find Miao Xiaoshan and, of course, the most important was to find Yang Jian to inquire about the real situation.
But who could have imagined that she would lose sight of both of them as soon as she began her pursuitârunning around the playground without even a glimpse of their figures, their disappearance revealing an incomprehensible eeriness.
âCall, right, give Miao Xiaoshan a call.â
Liu Zi, utterly unaware of the horrifying episode unfolding in her dormitory, took out her cellphone and dialed Miao Xiaoshanâs number.
This call was made with a plea for help.
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