Cursed Memories: The List of Doom - Chapter 7
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Chapter 7: The Eyes of Fear
[Translation By Divinity]
Lu Cheng finally returned, his eyes bloodshot and exhaustion etched into his face. He seemed to have aged overnight. His figure appeared gaunt under the dim light, as if some unseen force had drained the life from him.
The door creaked open softly, the sound amplified in the silence of the empty room. A musty odor hung in the air, and something seemed to stir in the shadows of the corner.
Upon seeing him, Su Wanqing rushed towards him without hesitation, like a lover reunited after a long separation, and embraced him, sobbing uncontrollably.
Her cries echoed through the empty apartment, a mournful sound that seemed to both call out and lament. Her shoulders shook with grief and helplessness, and her tears flowed freely, soaking Lu Cheng’s shirt.
Lu Cheng held her tightly, gently stroking her shoulders, trying to soothe her fear-stricken heart. His fingers traced circles on her skin, as if attempting to erase all her worries. But his own heart was anything but calm. Each beat pounded against his chest, echoing in the silent room like the ominous rhythm of an unseen force.
After a while, Su Wanqing’s sobs subsided. She looked up at Lu Cheng’s haggard and melancholic face, her heart filled with a mixture of pity and confusion. Her gaze searched his face, trying to penetrate his weary facade and uncover the secrets he held within.
“Lu Cheng, where were you last night? You didn’t even call. You have no idea how worried I was.” Her voice was laced with endless grievance, and fresh tears welled up in her eyes.
Lu Cheng wiped away her tears and gently guided her to the sofa. The leather creaked softly beneath her weight.
In the dim light, the sofa’s leather looked particularly worn, as if it held secrets of its own.
“Wanqing, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault for making you worry. But I’m back now, safe and sound.”
“Where were you? Why didn’t you come back all night?”
Su Wanqing’s voice held a hint of urgency, but it was mostly filled with unconcealed fear.
“I…” Lu Cheng lowered his head, his brow furrowed in silence.
His silence hung heavy in the air, like an unspoken confession.
After a moment, he suddenly asked Su Wanqing, “Did anything happen last night?”
Lu Cheng’s question instantly brought back the terrifying events of the previous night. The joy and relief she felt upon seeing him return safely this morning had temporarily pushed the memories aside.
Now, the chilling image resurfaced in her mind.
Last night, Su Wanqing was sitting alone in the dark living room. The sound of raindrops hitting the window mixed with the wind, creating an eerie symphony of whispers.
The entire room was enveloped in a cold and unsettling atmosphere. The familiar furniture appeared distorted and unfamiliar in the shadows, and a damp, musty smell permeated the air, adding to her growing sense of unease.
Suddenly, she heard a low, intermittent knocking at the door.
It was as if someone was gently tapping on the door with their knuckles, each knock striking her heart, suffocating her.
Su Wanqing’s breath caught in her throat. She rose and moved towards the door, her fingers trembling as she slowly approached the peephole.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened them, peering through the tiny lens.
The sight that greeted her stole her breath away.
Through the peephole, she saw an eye—a cloudy, strange, and eerie eye.
The eye was pressed against the peephole, staring back at her with a sinister intensity.
Its pupil was almost unfocused, as if gazing from another world, carrying an endless chill.
At that moment, a wave of coldness surged from the soles of Su Wanqing’s feet, quickly spreading throughout her body. She stood frozen in place.
The skin around the eye was pale and wrinkled, as if it belonged to someone long dead, yet still lurking in the darkness, watching her.
The eye suddenly twitched, as if sensing her gaze, and pressed even closer.
Su Wanqing’s heart hammered in her chest. Her hand slipped weakly from the peephole, and she nearly collapsed to the floor.
She was on the verge of a breakdown. The scene before her eyes defied comprehension, leaving only primal fear raging within her.
She wanted to scream, but her throat was dry, no sound escaping her lips.
It was as if invisible hands were choking her, stealing her breath.
Overwhelmed, Su Wanqing couldn’t suppress her fear any longer and began to cry again.
Her sobs echoed in the empty room, a lonely and desolate sound.
Her tears fell on the floor, each drop a tiny splash that seemed to herald some ominous event.
Lu Cheng’s heart ached. Fear was etched on his face. He forced himself to remain calm, comforting Su Wanqing, trying to dispel the darkness in her heart with his warmth.
But his own heart hammered in his chest, threatening to break free.
Finally, Su Wanqing quieted.
“Then, what happened next?” Lu Cheng asked, though he hated to push her, he had to know.
“Then, I asked who it was and why they were knocking on the door in the middle of the night.”
Su Wanqing’s voice was steadier now, the tension easing slightly.
“But there was no answer. After a while, I noticed the knocking had stopped, so I gathered my courage and opened the door. But there was no one there. The doorway was empty.”
Lu Cheng’s mind reeled as he listened to Su Wanqing’s account. He didn’t know if the one who had knocked on the door in the middle of the night was human or something else entirely.
What was their purpose? He had a sinking feeling that even more terrifying events were yet to come, and he had no idea what to expect.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was exactly eight o’clock. It was time to go to work.
Just then, the phone rang sharply. The piercing sound sent a shiver down Lu Cheng’s spine.
He hesitated for a moment before picking up the receiver. Chen Ye, Lu Shiran’s wife, was crying on the other end…
Lu Cheng’s face instantly paled. His hand holding the receiver froze in mid-air, his entire body paralyzed.
“Lu Cheng, what’s wrong? Whose phone was it?” Seeing Lu Cheng’s strange behavior, Su Wanqing panicked.
After a long moment, Lu Cheng finally spoke, his voice heavy with dread, “Lu Shiran is missing.”