Chapter 4

After that day, my sister was admitted to the psychiatric ward.

She couldn't take the SAT, and the killer was never found.

Even after my sister was discharged from the hospital, this knot in her heart remained untied.

Our family wanted my sister to try going back to school, but after just two weeks, she chose to drop out.

She cried and begged our parents not to make her go to school. As soon as she entered the school, she was reminded of Stinky from before, and that terrifying typhoon night.

Our parents had no choice but to let my sister rest at home.

But my sister's psychological issues didn't improve. Whenever it was windy and rainy, she would curl up in a corner wrapped in a blanket, saying strange things.

Everyone thought she was talking nonsense, but only I was willing to listen to her carefully.

My sister told me that she had waited for 5 years, just to make everything happen again.

My sister said that in three days, there would be a typhoon and heavy rain.

This typhoon would be as big as the one 5 years ago.

I didn't really believe it at first, but who would have thought that three days later, a typhoon really did hit, with dark clouds rolling and thunder booming outside.

I looked at her in disbelief, asking how she knew.

She told me that on this day 5 years ago, she had received a phone call.

At that time, she was standing at the school gate, waiting for dad to pick her up by car.

The surroundings were noisy, with the sound of the fierce wind unceasing.

The phone signal was also terribly poor. A woman's voice came through the receiver, telling my sister: "You're going to be in danger, find someone to help you right now!"

The next second, my sister's phone was knocked into a puddle by a passerby and immediately went black.

She thought it was just a prank call and didn't take it seriously, still waiting for dad to pick her up.

It got later and later, and there were fewer and fewer people.

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

Then she was followed by the man in black, then hid in the fruit store, met the old man... and then, everything that happened afterward.

So...

I listened quietly to her description, then asked her: "Who was the woman who called you?"

"Myself," my sister replied calmly.

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