In just a few seconds, cold sweat drenched Orson's back like a waterfall.
That disheveled white silhouette standing at the door looked exactly like Sadako from that ancient horror film he once saw at the orphanage.
The moment Sadako crawled out of the TV screen had left little Orson with a high fever and a childhood trauma that lingered to this day.
But times had changed. The age of holograms had replaced TV screens, and Sadako had apparently upgraded—she now crawled through doors.
As a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, the pale figure drifted closer. Orson nearly screamed on the spot.
She stopped right in front of his gaming pod.
Frozen in place, Orson instinctively held his breath.
There was a rumor that ghosts and spirits couldn't see the living if they stopped breathing...
A cool breeze swept in through the window and brushed against his face. His entire body turned to stone.
