Spoil My Sweet Window

Chapter 695

Chapter 695

Chapter 695

“Is that so?” Harold raised an eyebrow. “Then I…”

Before he finished his words, the footsteps outside stopped, and someone was puzzled. “What’s the sound inside? I remember that there’s no one here, right?”

“This must be the equipment room… It’s pitch-black. There shouldn’t be anyone here. Are you hallucinating?” “You’re the one who is hallucinating… I must have heard someone talking just now. It’s a girl, and she spoke in a soft voice.”

“F*ck, don’t scare me. I heard that Elvira died. Could it be…”

“She died in the hospital. Why would she come to the equipment room?”

“D*mn it, it’s getting scarier and scarier. Let’s go.”

However, someone was curious. “Why are you running away? I want to see if that’s a human or a ghost inside… Brothers, let’s go.”

Many people were curious as the footsteps approached the doorway.

Crystal glared at Harold. “It’s all your fault!”

Harold said, “They heard your voice. Why are you blaming me?”

Crystal was so nervous that there were beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. She said, “If you hadn’t dragged me in…” There was the sound of someone knocking on the door. “Is anyone there? Is someone inside?”

Crystal was so nervous that she clutched Harold’s shirt. “What should we do now? If someone sees us…”

Harold said, “Just let them see. It’s not like you can’t date someone. You’re not too young for that anymore.”

“Harold!”

The group of boys did not hear any response. They were already prepared to push the door open and enter. Crystal had been staring at the door and her entire body was tense. Suddenly, Harold laughed and bent down as if he was carrying a child. He swiftly and neatly brought Crystal behind a pile of boxes that were taller than them.

“These boxes are filled with props for the performance, such as costumes, sets, lighting, cue cards… everything was neatly categorized and stacked against the wall, with several boxes piled on top of each other. It was so strange that it reminded Crystal of the building blocks that children play with.

Harold squeezed into the gap between the boxes with Crystal and found two boxes stacked up to his waist. He helped her sit on top of the boxes, and she nervously held her breath, gripping the expensive fabric of Harold’s shirt tightly with her fingers, wrinkling it in the process. “We…” she began to say.

Harold said, “Keep your voice down.”

Crystal immediately shut up.

The group of boys had already come in.

“F*ck… The lights inside haven’t been turned on yet. There shouldn’t be anyone inside.”

“There is no one, but it doesn’t mean there is no ghost.”

“Goosebumps are rising on my skin. Will we really encounter ghosts?”

“Surely you must have misheard something. We all believe in Marxism, and there are no ghosts in this world…. Let’s get out of here quickly.”

“Let’s go inside and have a look. I want to see what this female ghost looks like.”

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