Cursed Memories: The List of Doom - Chapter 6
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Chapter 6: Haunted by Nightmares
[Translation By Divinity]
Su Wanqing sat listlessly on the living room sofa, her mind adrift. The food on the table, once warm and inviting, was now cold. She had specially prepared Lu Cheng’s favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, putting a lot of care into the dish.
However, the clock on the wall ticked past nine, and Lu Cheng still hadn’t returned. Annoyed, she dialed his number, only to be met with a cold automated message informing her that his phone was out of service.
Su Wanqing’s worry grew. Where could Lu Cheng be? Why hadn’t he come back so late?
Outside, the night was pitch black, and the rain poured down relentlessly, its intensity increasing with each passing minute. The sound of the rain, like countless tiny fingers tapping on the window, filled her with a sense of urgency.
The night wind howled in from the nearby Yusha River, carrying a bone-chilling cold that seeped through the window cracks, making her shiver.
The large house felt empty, cold, and desolate.
A creeping unease settled in Su Wanqing’s heart. She stared fixedly at the living room door, longing to hear the familiar sound of Lu Cheng’s footsteps.
The living room light seemed particularly harsh, casting her shadow onto the wall in a grotesque, elongated form.
Her heartbeat quickened with each tick of the clock, the second hand’s movement echoing the growing anxiety in her chest.
She replayed the day’s events in her mind, searching for any clues she might have missed.
Time dragged on, and the clock on the wall now struck ten.
Su Wanqing’s anxiety escalated into panic. She repeatedly dialed Lu Cheng’s phone, but it remained unreachable.
She called his office, but the colleague on duty told her that Lu Cheng hadn’t returned, intensifying her worry.
The moment the call ended, the world seemed to fall silent around Su Wanqing.
Her mind raced, conjuring up all sorts of frightening scenarios: Lu Cheng lost in a dark alley, encountering a sudden accident, or facing some unforeseen danger.
Her heartbeat raced, as if it might burst out of her.
She went to the window and gently pushed it open. A gust of wind, laden with raindrops, lashed against her face, sending a shiver down her spine.
The darkness outside was an endless black void, swallowing all light and hope.
She hurriedly closed the window, her heart plunging into despair.
“Lu Cheng, where are you?” she whispered, a mix of fear and worry knotting in her stomach.
The air in the room felt heavy, suffocating, as if an invisible force was pressing down on her.
Her thoughts spiraled, rationality giving way to fear.
She longed for Lu Cheng to appear, to wrap her in a warm embrace and reassure her that everything was okay.
But the door remained stubbornly closed, the silence beyond it deafening.
She returned to the sofa, her mind racing, feeling utterly lost.
Time slipped away, and the clock on the wall chimed half-past ten. Su Wanqing’s exhaustion battled with her fear, her eyelids growing heavy.
With Lu Cheng still absent, she had no appetite. She put the food away in the refrigerator and took a hot shower, hoping it would calm her nerves.
Afterward, she felt slightly more refreshed and returned to the living room to wait for Lu Cheng. His phone was still out of service.
It was past eleven, and there was still no sign of him.
Su Wanqing’s eyes were drooping, sleep beckoning. Unable to fight it any longer, she turned off the living room lights and retreated to the bedroom.
Too scared to sleep in the dark, she left the bedside lamp on, sat on the bed hugging a pillow for a while, and then, with a lingering sense of unease, drifted off to sleep.
Su Wanqing had a terrifying dream.
She dreamt of Lu Cheng, his body covered in blood, his eyes gouged out by a brutal assailant, leaving behind empty, horrifying sockets.
But he was still alive, stumbling along a mountain path overgrown with trees and weeds. He called out Su Wanqing’s name over and over, his voice filled with sorrow and despair.
She watched as he struggled to move forward, his body swaying with each step, as precarious as walking on the edge of a knife. His footsteps echoed in the empty valley, a lonely and helpless sound.
Suddenly, his hair began to fall out, followed by his scalp. The muscles on his face peeled away, one by one.
Slowly, his head transformed into a terrifying skull, its pale bones gleaming coldly in the dim moonlight.
“Help!” Su Wanqing screamed, jolted awake from the nightmare.
She was drenched in sweat, gasping for air. The horrifying dream clung to her, refusing to release its grip.
Her body trembled violently, unable to shake off the terror that had seeped into her mind. She wept, her sobs echoing softly in the room.
Just then, she thought she heard a knock at the door.
She immediately stopped crying and listened intently, but there was no sound.
Su Wanqing found it strange. She was certain she had heard a knock.
She listened for a while longer, but still, nothing. Perhaps it was just her fear playing tricks on her.
With this thought, Su Wanqing tried to dismiss it. She got out of bed, poured herself a cup of hot water, and sat on the bed, sipping it slowly, hoping to calm her racing heart.
The warm water soothed her throat, bringing a flicker of comfort. The fear in her heart gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of peace.
She set the cup down and lay back on the bed. Though tired, sleep evaded her.
The terrifying image of Lu Cheng kept flashing in her mind. She tried to push the images away, but they stubbornly persisted.
Just as Su Wanqing was tossing and turning, lost in her thoughts, the knocking sound returned.
This time, there was no mistaking it. Someone was definitely knocking on the door.
Who would come calling in the dead of night? Could it be Lu Cheng?
But he had a key. Why wouldn’t he just let himself in?
Maybe he had lost it.
With this thought, Su Wanqing quickly got out of bed. She turned on the living room light and called out, “Lu Cheng, is that you?”
There was no answer. A wave of unease washed over her as she nervously approached the door.
After a moment’s hesitation, she peered through the peephole.
Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Su Wanqing froze.
Her face drained of all color, her lips trembled, and her eyes filled with immense terror…