The Devil WithInn 57 I Love My Bed 4

Holy s.h.i.t….

Dafuq did I just see…..

She felt breathless and her heart was still hammering in her chest. This time, she really was scared s.h.i.tless!

Before, when the door slightly opened, a head of black hair slowly peeked out of the door. And in the gaps of the hair, was pale skin and scary hollow eyes that looked as dead as her!

And in an instant, she was 100% sure it was a ghost!

In fact, it looked near identical to the ghost in the Ring!

So following her instincts, she immediately fought then ran out.

She looked back at the door, only to see it still slightly ajar.

She wanted to run back to Raghnall and just stay in the Rose dorm.

She just can't handle this! She was even close to crying!

She'd rather be bullied than see ghosts!

But after a few minutes, the ghosts didn't seem to chase her at all. In fact, it looked like it was never there in the first place.

She breathed a sigh of relief as her heart finally calmed down.

Since there was no reaction, she convinced herself that what she saw wasn't a ghost at all. Probably a prank or her hallucination. So, she tried to go near the door once again, all the while encouraging herself with a small pep talk.

"Okay…. We can do this…"

"Inna, you've already died..."

"So, you don't need to be scared of ghosts…"

"I mean, what can they do to you? You already died."

"We can do this Inna…"

"Think of Casper the Friendly Ghost…"

"He was a friendly ghost…"

"But holy s.h.i.t, he's still a ghost…"

"Okay, okay. We are going cray cray here."

"We need to calm down now…"

"Breathe in, then out… in then out…"

"You know, maybe it wasn't a ghost…"

"Yea… It was probably a hallucination… yea…"

"Yea… I was probably seeing things… yea…"

"Pshhh, what ghost? I aint afraid of no ghosts…"

Now an arm's length away from the door, she suddenly heard someone groaning in pain.

She flinched and hastily drew back a couple of steps.

After a few moments of another pep talk, she finally mustered up some courage and kicked the door fully open.

She heard a 'bang' sound before a scream.

"Aaargh!"

She froze on the spot in fear.

"Twice! To actually hit me twice!"

"What wrong with children nowadays?!"

The voice grumbled more complaints.

Meanwhile, Inna furrowed her brows in confusion.

Did the ghost just speak?

DID THE GHOST JUST ACTUALLY SPEAK?!

NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

I'M DONE.

I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS s.h.i.t.

She turned around and was ready to dash but a stern voice stopped her.

"If you flee, I'll make sure that you'll be charged for a.s.sault and attempted murder towards a teaching staff!!"

Wait, what?

Inna slowly turned around and saw a man with a white robe, leaning on the doorframe clutching the back of his head and his swollen left eye.

"a.s.sault? Attempted murder? Teaching…staff?"

The man's words still didn't fully register in her brain. But the man didn't seem to care about her confusion as he continued grumbling.

"Such an ill-mannered brute. Why are you even in this department! You should've been hoisted over to the Combat section. You'll fit in there quite naturally, like a tree in a forest. You even get to punch whoever you want. They might even thank you for it, you s.a.d.i.s.tic brute."

The man grumbled.

"Now where was that ice bag…"

He continued grumbling to himself as he turned around. But when he felt that the crazy magic user didn't follow him, he looked back.

"What are you dilly dallying there for?!"

"Huh?"

"Don't you 'huh' me, you brute! You must have come here for a reason! Come inside so I can teach you a thing or two about proper manners! Especially on how to greet superiors properly!"

Inna hesitantly made her way inside as she saw the man disappear into a corner while clutching his injuries and groaning in pain.

So… he's not a ghost?

She looked around the halls and saw that it was neat and tidy, although the walls looked dirty because of its faded yellowish white color.

She continued to walk by herself, until she found a big room. She figured it must be the living room since it had no doors, just open walls, and was easily accessible through the halls.

The living room looked very homey, except, it didn't have any television that Inna was used to seeing. Instead, it had paintings around the walls and a fireplace that had messily stacked books on top of it.

The room also had 2 brown couches across each other and 2 brown seats at the other end with a brown antique coffee table in the middle. It looked like it was designed so that people would actually face and talk with each other.

Seeing the fluffy looking couch, she shamelessly made herself at home and laid on the couch comfortably.

"It's great to see the a.s.sailant make herself at home in the victim's house."

A familiar voice suddenly spoke.

Inna sat up and looked at the direction of the voice. She saw a man placing bags on his eye and at the back of his head. Those were probably ice bags since she saw it leave a bit of water on the man's face.

"Hi?"

Inna awkwardly said.

"Yeah... Hi. So not nice to meet you."

The man said dryly before sitting on the couch across her.

"Now, to what do I owe this great displeasure of seeing you?"