Chapter 3

That day, a typhoon suddenly hit, with dark clouds rolling and thunder booming.

At five o'clock, it was as dark as midnight.

As usual, dad drove to pick up my sister. But halfway there, he encountered flooding, and the car stalled.

My sister waited at the school gate for a long time, and a hurried passerby knocked her phone into a puddle.

The phone fell into the water and immediately went black.

As it got later and later, fewer and fewer people were around.

After much consideration, my sister opened her umbrella and decided to walk home by herself.

The branches along the road rustled loudly, and there were fewer and fewer people on the street.

My sister kept her eyes and ears open, trying to avoid any danger.

Usually, my sister would take a narrow shortcut, but this time she didn't.

She chose to take the long way on the main road, wanting to avoid all possible dangers.

But even so, what was meant to happen couldn't be avoided. A man appeared behind my sister.

He was about thirty meters behind her, seemingly deliberately maintaining this distance.

In the reflection of a store window, my sister saw that he was wearing an all-black hooded windbreaker.

He was also wearing a mask, so his face couldn't be seen.

When my sister walked forward, he also walked forward;

When my sister stopped to pretend to tie her shoelaces, he also stopped and didn't move.

By then, there was no one else on the street. My sister was scared out of her wits, her limbs trembling.

Around that time, there had been a series of rape and murder cases near my sister's school, all occurring during stormy weather, with the perpetrator still at large.

My sister tried to suppress her fear and keep walking, but suddenly the man sped up, and the distance between them grew shorter and shorter.

Driven by a strong survival instinct, my sister mustered all her strength and ran towards a fruit store at the corner.

Closing her eyes, my sister crashed through the door with her shoulder.

The store owner, an old man with silver hair, was almost scared into a heart attack.

My sister fell to her knees, gasping for breath. In a hoarse voice, she shouted to the old man: "Someone is following me."

The silver-haired old man's expression immediately became serious. He got up to look outside and indeed saw a man in black, like a ghost.

The old man shouted angrily at the man in black: "If you don't leave now, I'm calling the police!"

The man hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.

The store owner poured my sister a cup of hot water and called to contact her family.

Perhaps because of the typhoon, all communication in the area was down, and the call couldn't go through.

Seeing that my sister had calmed down somewhat, the old man offered to take her home.

Who could have guessed that they would encounter an accident on the way.

At another intersection, the old man suggested taking a shortcut.

Before my sister could consider it, a dark figure rushed out from the side, knocking them both to the ground.

My sister opened her eyes through the pain, but the dark figure had already run far away.

As she turned her gaze, my sister's body and mind instantly froze.

The old man was lying on the ground, both hands clutching his throat, blood spurting between his fingers.

A bolt of lightning split the sky, turning everything as bright as day.

The old man's mouth was wide open, his eyes staring fixedly at my sister, but his pupils had already dilated.

My sister said she would never forget that scene.

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