Without the window being opened, the notebook flipped open by itself?

Did someone enter my room?

Or rather, is it a paranormal incident?

Erm, there’s a ghost following me. It’s normal to have paranormal incidents…

In that second, countless thoughts flash through my mind.

At the same time, I see a monster drawn on the page of the open notebook.

The monster is humanoid, but it’s made of tiny squirming worms.

This sounds very bizarre and terrifying, but in reality, it feels nothing of the sort. This is because this drawing is very simple and crude. It resembles the random scribbling of a kindergarten child.

No way? Some brat entered my room? A relative of one of my flatmates? As I think about it, I pick up my notebook and flip through it quickly, searching for other traces.

After flipping through two pages, I see lines of text:

“My drawing expertise is really bad.

“The main problem isn’t me. I was once called a master artist.

“War is art! War is aesthetics!

“It’s like I’ve had a dream that I often had. The dream is filled with such strange languages.

“I’m such a decadent fellow!

“We really are women!”

These lines of text weren’t that difficult to read, but the things written down look very chaotic. It gives me a headache as I instinctively stop reading and close the notebook.

There’s a problem with this!

like an

things in the past two days. I barely managed to calm myself down

the blonde female

it?” I ask in

an evil spirit,” the female ghost replies with an ethereal

who has played many foreign games and watched some foreign television series, I think the name sounds

more powerful?” I ask after

ghost nods her head

this be more troublesome?” I think of asking Madam Daly to exorcise the ghosts again, but I’m also worried that she won’t be able to deal with ghosts at the level of evil

spirit,” the female ghost

know how to

notebook?” It takes me a few seconds to recall the main purpose of my

ghost shakes her

“I don’t know.”

open my mouth and change the topic. “How should I

calling her female ghost, right? That’s not

figure gradually fades and

that she’s very calm and composed, I’m relieved. I tease myself, It’s a

bed. It ends up being an

time to leave the house. On the way to the bus stop, I

bus and arrive at the company. I sit in my seat, then I

then I should be

the new product that has just

Salted soy milk!

the unique way to eat in a few places. Soy milk with soy

know what it tastes like… I eat my

rushes in with a huge bag

treat,” she says to everyone in

with good personal relations. Including me, most of the people stand up and surround

beverages are there?” I

her bag and

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