Chapter 8: Chapter 8

I sat and faced him while reading what was written in the contract, but I could not understand anything because I kept glancing at him. He looks like Keir, even with his hairstyle, pointed nose, even his gray eyes, the only problem is that he looks so sharp that you think he hates the world.

"If you just look at me you won't end there," he said as he twisted the ballpen in his palm. I adjusted my seat and looked at the paper again.

"Can I ask? Just what written here–"

"Just sign it, I don't need a complaint."

I blinked and pushed the paper down. I even looked badly at him and snatched the ballpen he had been playing with earlier. He even fought and exchanged bad looks, but I still won.

"It will also be released," I whispered to myself and grinned.

"Are you saying something?" He asked and I heard the approach of his seat. After I signed I smiled back at him with the ballpen, and he looked at me seriously as his arms rested on the table. I raised an eyebrow at him, he can't be rude to me, I'm a woman, so I should be rude not him. Unless his heart is female.

"I should stay in the best room, after all, you are the ones who need me." I also put one hand on the table and stared at him. He raised and lowered one eyebrow and grinned.

"Sure." His response was quick and the smirk could not be removed from his lips. I frowned and followed him out. I followed behind him while wondering why this shiver was acting like this as if he had a bad plan without me knowing it.

"Where are we going?" I asked more, but he just kept walking and I could see his shoulders shaking, which you thought was holding back a laugh. I just scratched the back of my ear as I followed him. You see, it's just one mistake I punched him.

"Here we are." I stopped and looked at a large door. It's gold and has a silver lining, I even looked at another door next to it, it just has a simple design. My smile quickly widened and I faced Florence, he was still smiling.

"Thank you," I said and my eyes narrowed.

"Go inside." Offering it and holding out his hand towards the door, he even handed me the key and I immediately opened it.

My jaw dropped because of the size and beauty of this room, the size of the bed, and its super soft look. There are flower paintings around, and the aura of the room is beautiful.

"Enjoy," he said without really losing the smirk on his face, I don't know if his face was annoying or he was just teasing.

"How are my things?" He would have left after I asked him this. He stopped but never addressed me again.

"Mona will take over later, better yet, rest first. Enjoy the best room in this hotel." I just shrugged as he walked away. Okay! I'll just rest first while I haven't brought my belongings.

I quickly closed the door and pocketed the key. I sighed as I looked around, it was really pleasant and beautiful.

I walked closer to the painting and stared at one of them, it was a black lotus but it was very well made. I was about to touch it when suddenly I heard a crash from behind, it was going to the bathroom. So I immediately went there, but again I heard running from the side.

Why would I wonder if there is a ghost here, everyone who lives here is a ghost.

My throat was dry and I was immediately grabbed by my chest, I was nervous to see the ghost again. Back then, I didn't care about ghosts, but from the moment I could see it seemed like I just wanted to turn a blind eye all the time.

I almost fainted when I caught sight of the sudden running, I almost lost my breath because of the speed of my heartbeat. Out of fear I hurried to the bed as if I was just lying there, when suddenly someone pulled my leg from under the bed, the crash of my fall could still be heard.

"Aahhh!" I was still on my side due to the pain in my back.

"Let's play." She whispered and giggled at the same time. I faced it in shock but I didn't catch anything. Based on what I heard, it was a child's voice.

"Go away!" I closed my eyes in annoyance and fell so that I could stand up, the problem was I felt her riding behind me.

"G-get out of my back!" I tried to slap her just to get rid of her laying on my back. The weight is so! Ugh!

"Let's play," she said and even made me look like a horse, even though it was just a soul, I could feel the weight of her body. She's young but I feel like she's too fat, my internal organs are almost coming out, every time she sits up and down behind me. Ugh! The reason why I hate kids!

"What?!" Although it was hard for me to stand up. I felt her running in the other direction of the room.

Annoying! So maybe that idiot had a big smile earlier because he knew what would happen to me here inside. I was just slapped on my forehead and fell to sit on the bed. Is it still good here and then this will just happen to me?

"Ugh! Wait for my revenge Florence! I fucking hate you!" I shuddered as I slammed the side of the bed. My fist was getting hot, wanting to touch that Florence's face.

After I got lost here, I took a deep breath to calm down, not only could I die from ghosts but also from that Florence. Should I retaliate against him, he was probably overjoyed at the thought of what was already happening to me here inside.

Since I could no longer feel the young ghost I thought to stand up, but suddenly the blanket covered me and now I know it wasn't just a child, if not three children trapped me inside the blanket.

"L-let me go!" I struggled to get out, but I just rolled on the floor, I could hear their every giggle like children excited about a new toy. I look like their barbie, I hope they don't cut my head off.

"We have a new toy," said the girl pulling me to my feet and the other two climbed up behind me. I couldn't breathe so I just took my head out, I looked at them and saw three other children waiting for them and still clapping.

"It's good that they gave us something to play with," said another child after I was released, I was also relieved when the other two who had run after me left, but I still couldn't move much because of the blanket on my body.

"She's pretty." At the same time, as she made me lie down, I could still see their faces that were so pale, they were so white, even their eyes were pure black and you couldn't see anything white. Even their lips look violet. They were all wearing white dresses with collars. They are all same that you thought it was their uniform.

"Let's fix her," said a kid who was fatter than them, I almost spit out my intestines when it suddenly hit my stomach. I still close my eyes and tilt my head, the pain can be it. It quickly gained my strength.

Imagine your fat nephew, suddenly sitting on your back.

"Let's fix her hair," said another child and quickly pulled my hair, making me even more upset because she pulled me.

"That's enough, kids!" No matter how hard I tried to shout, I didn't do anything, I don't know what happened to my hair, maybe it was tangled and falling out, I could feel my scalp cracking because they tried to put a pin in my hair. They are two in my hair while the other two are fixing my face.

Where did these children's make-up come from? They want me to be like them, even though I can't see myself I know beyond the lipstick they put on, they all put on my face and make my hair look good.

"There, it's over." They clapped at the same time and that's when the girl who ran after I left, that's when I was able to remove the wrapped blanket from my body. I sat down with great difficulty and six reprimanding young ghosts appeared in front of me, I could see the joy on their faces, they were all still clapping.

"Look at yourself!"

I don't want to, because I don't want to see the misery they did to my face, but these children are sadistic. They immediately pulled me, even if I stumbled they would not let me go.

Maybe this is how barbies felt when we played with them when we were kids.

"There, look." I even got on my knees when they pushed me in front of the mirror.

"W-what did you do?" I was almost tired of looking in the mirror, my grip was tangled, something raised and still intricate as I expected. My lipstick has almost reached my chin and I just need to put it on my nose.

I even overcame the slap with the thickness of the blush-on, whose whole cheek was crimson. Even the placement of my eyebrows reached the point. Ghad! Why should I even think of playing? Even my clothes are tangled.

"Aren't you beautiful?" I was depressed to face them. Maybe if they could just see what was on my mind, I would have beaten them there. Do I look like a toy of young ghosts, so he brought me here? I hate you Florence!

"She looks happy," said one girl, after she said it I couldn't help but sigh.

"Am I having too much fun?" Even though I knew they were ghosts I couldn't control myself anymore. What sin have I committed in my past life and is this the punishment for me?

"It's good and you're happy." Though I stumbled and forced myself to stand up, I could still see these children looking up. All I thought was that I would encounter scary ghost faces, I didn't know that they would be ugly ghosts either. The happier you see on their faces, the more disappointed I am.

I came out of the room crying and still depressed. Torn clothes, messy make-up, messy hair, and I was able to walk barefoot in the wide hallway of this hotel. Just like the owner who went mad, so did the ghosts here.