Chapter 11: She didnt come out (1/2)

I don't feel like going home or going to class. Most of all, I don't want to see Fang Qi or Sung Jun. In my former life, Sung Jun was rather...

He always treated me well.

Despite being the way he was, he was not bad to me until he disappeared. He would make me wait, but he would come. He would make me pay on the dates, but he never said no whenever I asked him to go on a date with me. He would always accept my gifts with a warm smile and he would eat whatever I cooked for him.

Though, my cooking was really bad.

In my past life, I might not be his sugar mamma. But, I was definitely a rich girlfriend.

I was duped, wasn't I? He never said anything, but I assumed that he wasn't rich. I found out the truth when I chased him to Korea. He is practically a prince - handsome, famous and the only son.

I will never forgive this man. How much of my time and money did I waste on someone like him? I am not going to get tricked by his antics again.

”Meow!”

I am startled when I hear the cat. Is it stuck there? I walk to the edge of the roof and look down. There is no one there. I can only see the swimming pool. Odd.

”PEEK A BOO!” Someone yells behind me. I turn around to see a flying ghost coming at me flailing arms. His face is the ugliest thing that I have seen in my life.

I grab his arm before he shoves me off the roof.

”Woman, let me goooo!” The ugly ghost tries to fling me off his arm. I don't let go despite the urge to throw up. If I let go, I will fall. If I fall on the ground, I will be mincemeat. If I survive by any chance, I don't think that my bones will.

”If I die, I will become a ghost and torture you every day,” I scream on the top of my lungs. Damn, why do I have this ability! Why can't I get super cool abilities like walking through the wall or eating as much as I want without getting fat?

The ugly ghost's face deforms. ”Do you think that everyone becomes a ghost?”

”I will become one and break each of your bone. I will throw you off this very roof a thousand times a day. I will break your male parts and make you eunuch ghost. If I survive, I will beat you into a ghosty pulp.”

The ugly ghost tries strenuously to free himself from me. I don't let go. My life depends on my grip and my capability to endure the smell.

We struggle for a while. He keeps trying to throw me off until he gives up.

”I can't keep hovering while you are holding onto me.” He looks at me his bulging red eyes.