Chapter 7 She Was Embarrassed
Elena turned around in panic, desperately tugging at the handle, but she found that it wouldn’t open no matter what.
At that moment, a shadow drifted past her from behind, carrying a chill of wind that made her tremble.
She quickly turned her head, but only caught a fleeting blur. The outline of that shadow reminded her of someone who had long since died, and she was instantly scared, her legs growing weak. “Who? Who’s there? Stop playing tricks like this!”
Suddenly, the room’s lights began to flicker, flashing on and off. When the light flickered again, the shadow rushed to Elena’s face, and she saw the bloodied, mangled face of the deceased Chloe Hayes.
Chloe had been the servant who took care of Sloane five years ago. She had fallen from upstairs and died when her face hit the ground, turning into a bloody mess.
“Ele… Elena…” The shadow’s mouth emitted a whimper like wind passing through broken windows, a sound as though it came from the depths of hell. “Give me back my life…”
Elena’s legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. “No… it wasn’t me! It wasn’t me…”
The shadow slowly raised one hand, its fingers twisted and deformed, nails gone, leaving only blood-soaked fingertips. The hand slowly reached out to Elena. “I’m in so much pain! Come with me to hell!”
As the terrifying hand drew closer, Elena’s eyes rolled back, and with a loud thud, she collapsed backward, fainting from sheer terror.
Just as Elena hit the floor, the shadow suddenly froze. Its nostrils twitched slightly, and the sharp, pungent smell of urine grew stronger in the air.
In her extreme fear, Elena had lost control of her bladder.
“Sigh.” The shadow made a derisive sound, then, with a swift motion, the room’s lights blazed on. The shadow slowly raised its hand, removing the black hood, revealing Sloane’s cold, icy face.
Sloane looked down at Elena, lying unconscious on the floor, with disgust and contempt in her eyes. She kicked Elena’s body. There was no response.
“So easily frightened? How boring.” Sloane sneered, her voice full of regret. “I haven’t had enough fun yet, what a pity.”
At least the old ladies from the asylum held up better. She had tortured them for five years, and they were still so tough.
She grabbed Elena by the collar with one hand and threw her out the door. Elena’s body slammed onto the floor with a dull thud.
At that moment, Samantha, who had been at the party, rushed back in tears.
“Ms. Rivers, you’re back…” the servant stepped forward eagerly.
“Get out!” Samantha screamed, kicking the servant aside. The servant, caught off guard, staggered and fell to the ground.
Without a glance, Samantha rushed into the house, her actions loud enough to draw Helen’s attention.
Helen, looking frantic, quickly approached. “Sammy, what’s going on? Aren’t you going to a party? Why are you crying like this?”
Samantha collapsed into Helen’s arms, crying hysterically. “Mom, I’m so embarrassed, how can I ever face anyone again?”
Helen, heartbroken, patted her back and tried to comfort her while asking, “Sweetheart, don’t cry. Tell me, what happened?”
Samantha sobbed, and after a while, she managed to speak, her voice still shaky with tears. “I was just chatting happily with them at the party, when suddenly, suddenly…”
At that point, a flash of shame crossed her face, and she opened her mouth but swallowed the words. The truth felt so embarrassing that she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
Just then, everyone suddenly heard a series of loud farting noises, “pfft pfft pfft,” that sounded incredibly out of place and loud in the quiet room.
Samantha’s face instantly turned bright red. She widened her eyes, shocked and embarrassed, instinctively squeezing her legs together, but the noise kept coming.
Helen, equally stunned, had never expected such a thing. She paused for a moment, then hurriedly turned to Samantha, asking urgently, “Sammy, did you eat something bad?”
Samantha, both anxious and angry, had tears welling up in her eyes. Seeing the servants still around made her feel even more embarrassed. She screamed at them hysterically, “Get out! Get out of here!”
The servants, frightened, quickly lowered their heads and hurried out.
“Mom, how can I ever face anyone again?” Samantha felt as though she wanted to die right there.
“Don’t worry, Sammy, I’ll call the family doctor now to see what’s going on.” Helen quickly grasped the situation and knew that the priority was to get Samantha treated.
At that moment, a shadow drifted past her from behind, carrying a chill of wind that made her tremble.
She quickly turned her head, but only caught a fleeting blur. The outline of that shadow reminded her of someone who had long since died, and she was instantly scared, her legs growing weak. “Who? Who’s there? Stop playing tricks like this!”
Suddenly, the room’s lights began to flicker, flashing on and off. When the light flickered again, the shadow rushed to Elena’s face, and she saw the bloodied, mangled face of the deceased Chloe Hayes.
Chloe had been the servant who took care of Sloane five years ago. She had fallen from upstairs and died when her face hit the ground, turning into a bloody mess.
“Ele… Elena…” The shadow’s mouth emitted a whimper like wind passing through broken windows, a sound as though it came from the depths of hell. “Give me back my life…”
Elena’s legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. “No… it wasn’t me! It wasn’t me…”
The shadow slowly raised one hand, its fingers twisted and deformed, nails gone, leaving only blood-soaked fingertips. The hand slowly reached out to Elena. “I’m in so much pain! Come with me to hell!”
As the terrifying hand drew closer, Elena’s eyes rolled back, and with a loud thud, she collapsed backward, fainting from sheer terror.
Just as Elena hit the floor, the shadow suddenly froze. Its nostrils twitched slightly, and the sharp, pungent smell of urine grew stronger in the air.
In her extreme fear, Elena had lost control of her bladder.
“Sigh.” The shadow made a derisive sound, then, with a swift motion, the room’s lights blazed on. The shadow slowly raised its hand, removing the black hood, revealing Sloane’s cold, icy face.
Sloane looked down at Elena, lying unconscious on the floor, with disgust and contempt in her eyes. She kicked Elena’s body. There was no response.
“So easily frightened? How boring.” Sloane sneered, her voice full of regret. “I haven’t had enough fun yet, what a pity.”
At least the old ladies from the asylum held up better. She had tortured them for five years, and they were still so tough.
She grabbed Elena by the collar with one hand and threw her out the door. Elena’s body slammed onto the floor with a dull thud.
At that moment, Samantha, who had been at the party, rushed back in tears.
“Ms. Rivers, you’re back…” the servant stepped forward eagerly.
“Get out!” Samantha screamed, kicking the servant aside. The servant, caught off guard, staggered and fell to the ground.
Without a glance, Samantha rushed into the house, her actions loud enough to draw Helen’s attention.
Helen, looking frantic, quickly approached. “Sammy, what’s going on? Aren’t you going to a party? Why are you crying like this?”
Samantha collapsed into Helen’s arms, crying hysterically. “Mom, I’m so embarrassed, how can I ever face anyone again?”
Helen, heartbroken, patted her back and tried to comfort her while asking, “Sweetheart, don’t cry. Tell me, what happened?”
Samantha sobbed, and after a while, she managed to speak, her voice still shaky with tears. “I was just chatting happily with them at the party, when suddenly, suddenly…”
At that point, a flash of shame crossed her face, and she opened her mouth but swallowed the words. The truth felt so embarrassing that she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
Just then, everyone suddenly heard a series of loud farting noises, “pfft pfft pfft,” that sounded incredibly out of place and loud in the quiet room.
Samantha’s face instantly turned bright red. She widened her eyes, shocked and embarrassed, instinctively squeezing her legs together, but the noise kept coming.
Helen, equally stunned, had never expected such a thing. She paused for a moment, then hurriedly turned to Samantha, asking urgently, “Sammy, did you eat something bad?”
Samantha, both anxious and angry, had tears welling up in her eyes. Seeing the servants still around made her feel even more embarrassed. She screamed at them hysterically, “Get out! Get out of here!”
The servants, frightened, quickly lowered their heads and hurried out.
“Mom, how can I ever face anyone again?” Samantha felt as though she wanted to die right there.
“Don’t worry, Sammy, I’ll call the family doctor now to see what’s going on.” Helen quickly grasped the situation and knew that the priority was to get Samantha treated.
