I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 89

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Chapter 89

An hour passed after I returned to my room, but the phone didn’t ring. Thank goodness.

‘I even found the earplugs.’

I’d placed them right next to my bed, intending to use them if the phone dared to ring again, before finally drifting off to sleep.

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

A knocking sound at the door stirred me from my sleep. At first, it was a light tapping, but then…

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound escalated. It wasn’t knocking anymore; it was a relentless pounding, as if someone was trying to break the door down.

‘…What the…’

I shot up in bed, startled by the violent shaking of the door.

“H-hello?” I managed to squeak out, clutching the bedsheets. There was no answer. Instead, the furious pounding suddenly stopped.

“Hello…?” I called out again to whoever, or whatever, was lurking outside. The silence stretched, and I suddenly remembered something.

1. Corridor access is prohibited from 10 pm to 6 am.
If you must leave your room, be sure to carry the lantern provided in each room.

‘….’

3. When visiting another person’s private room, be sure to use the call bell attached to the wall of each room.

Corridor access was forbidden after 10 PM. It was currently 2 AM. The corridor should be deserted. And if, by some chance, Zion or Tommy had ventured out and come looking for me…

‘They would have used the bell, as instructed. There’s no reason for them to pound on the door like that.’

Then the person outside, no, the thing outside… It had to be a ghost!

“You don’t have to worry. No other ghosts can visit the third floor without my permission,” I recalled Pulse’s confident declaration when I’d asked about other ghosts.

‘Pulse, you liar! You said there weren’t any other ghosts!’

Trembling, I reached for my earplugs.

“-…Me.” A faint, feminine voice drifted from beyond the door. “-Hey, na…”

A female ghost, sobbing, whispered my name. I froze, earplugs still clutched in my hand.

‘She knows my name.’

Just like Anna and Jessie, this ghost knew my name.

‘Does this ghost also know the Heyna from the previous loops?’

Cautiously, I got up and approached the door.

“Um… Miss Ghost…? You know my name?” Fear made my words a jumble of formal and informal speech. If she was knocking and waiting for me to open the door, it seemed she couldn’t come in on her own. Still, I kept a tight grip on the doorknob, just in case.

“-Heyna… It’s… me…” The pauses between her words felt strangely drawn out.

“Do I know you?”

“-It’s… me!” the ghost wailed, a hint of frustration in her voice.

“Well, I don’t know you, Ghost. So, please tell me your name.”

“-I told you! It’s… me!”

“No, I’m telling you I don’t know you. Please, tell me your name.”

“-How many times do I have to say it?” The ghost’s voice was laced with annoyance. “-It’s… me!”

‘Well, I have no idea who you are.’

“-Just open the door!”

‘Like I’d ever open the door.’

“I can’t open the door.”

“-What…?”

“How do I know who you are?”

“-What are you talking about, Heyna? It’s… me!”

“That’s what I’m saying! I don’t know who you are!”

Strangely, despite my initial terror, talking to the ghost through the door made her seem almost… familiar. Her mournful sobs now sounded more like the whining of a child. Her insistence on just saying “me” was a little irritating, but not entirely unpleasant.

‘Maybe the Heyna from the previous loops was close to this ghost?’

I hadn’t felt any sense of familiarity with Anna or Jessie.

“-…How could you do this to me?!” The ghost cried out, her voice filled with the shock of betrayal. “-This is so mean… Sniffle, this is so mean! I told you so many times, but you ignored me…! You won’t even open the door…!”

Her sniffles intensified, escalating into full-blown sobs. “-Waaah! Heyna, how could you, waah!” She was now bawling like a child.

‘What kind of ghost is this?’

She didn’t sound like a child, but her behavior and speech were like a spoiled brat.

‘She seems like the type to be a nuisance.’

The kind of character who cries and throws tantrums, hindering progress at every turn. Self-centered, yet with a hidden soft spot and a secret kindness. A bothersome but lovable younger sister type. An image of this unknown ghost, whom I’d never even seen, formed in my mind.

‘She doesn’t seem like a bad ghost.’

I almost considered opening the door, but I caught myself and shook my head.

‘What am I thinking?! That’s a ghost out there!’

This could be an act. She could be pretending to be harmless, only to reveal her true colors once I opened the door. To think she could sway my resolve with just a few words… She wasn’t someone to underestimate. It was best to stop talking to her. If I continued, I might actually open the door without realizing it.