_ Fuck my dad, I'm talking about him, he's already drinking with Cuoi, but this village is still superstitious about ghosts and sausages. The old master spends all his money on the blind and half-eaten people.
And it was true as Mr. Tong said, that time the priests who performed the ceremony for Tuan village were all arrested and sent to the province for gambling and spreading superstition. Unfortunately, all the teachers were caught right when their mouths were at their worst. That's when we realized that the teachers weren't just illuminating people to the point where they had to let the flies swarm them. So it turns out that in the whole team of shamans, none of them have spiritual powers, but only memorized some writing exercises that they bought in a children's bookstore to get money for. As for the section of the river that was notoriously known as the lair of ghosts, that year a geological team came to survey and expand both sides of the river. After that, all the moss was dredged, and since then, the number of people who died or drifted to the river at the beginning of his village no longer existed. From then on, Tuan had grounds to assert that there are no ghosts in this world.
Now, hearing two of my new friends say that there is some kind of monster in X company is really funny. But when he looked closely at the eyes of his two friends, he saw a natural seriousness in Tuan's heart that sparked a bit of curiosity.
_ If you don't believe it, that's fine.
Minh said, Tuan calmly took a sip of iced tea.
_ So specifically, please tell me.
_ Damn this guy is so brave, well it's like this.
Ngoc said, his eyes looked at Minh. Tuan smirked:
_ I'm scared when I run out of money, but I'm scared of my ghost.
_ So will you leave me alone and let me tell you?
Ngoc's voice was a bit annoyed. Tuan knew what he meant and silently waved his hand to signal the fat guy to continue the story.
_ Actually, we heard this story from Mr. Tan near my house.
Talking about Mr. Tan, he is a man in his forties who comes to this city from unknown province. He is diligent in everything he does but always fails. And the job Mr. Tan can do best is testing alcohol, which can be said to be a hundred drinks without getting drunk. Of course, saying that doesn't mean he's just an alcoholic. Occasionally, when he has free time, he only forgets his way home for a few days. Not long ago, the old job gradually became unstable because of the plan to lay off employees to cut losses for the company. Among the group of people being tested for the dismissal program had the name Tan clearly printed in bold.
Having lost his job and being in dire need of money, he carried his application to apply for a job. Then, Mr. Tan also got a seemingly suitable job as a security guard for company X. The first two weeks nothing noteworthy happened, but on the Monday evening of the third week When I accepted the job, strange things happened.
_ So why do you keep going around and around?
Tuan appeared to speak hastily. On the other side, Mrs. Tam also stopped and turned her gaze towards the three people, waiting for the story to continue. Ngoc reached for a glass of iced tea, took a sip, and continued talking.
That night was Mr. Tan's first night shift at company X.
Everything continued as normal as usual, until midnight Mr. Tan was assigned by the team leader to check the raw material warehouse located at the back of the company. That place used to be a maternity home with two floors. Later, the hospital moved to another place and returned the premises to the government. Company At first, the management board also planned to demolish it to build more factories, but later did not do so and instead used that building to store raw materials for production.
It was a place where few people passed by at night, so the place was very deserted. After holding a plastic baton, Mr. Tan went to check all the rooms on the ground floor where cotton rolls were kept. Then go up the stairs leading upstairs, where all kinds of threads and machine parts are kept. He planned to go up quickly and then propped up the cardboard box in a certain corner to take a nap to regain his strength when suddenly he heard a soft laugh above his head. The sound kept giggling like a newborn baby, making him shiver involuntarily.
_ who is it?
Mr. Tan spoke loudly to make anyone who intended to scare him stop, but the laughter continued to echo in his ears. Unfortunately, people have the habit that the more they are afraid, the more they are curious to know how round and distorted something they cannot see is. Even if he is not curious, with his responsibility as a protector, he must find the cause. Who knows, maybe that sound is from thieves to scare me so I don't dare to come closer and steal. So Mr. Tan tightly held his cane and walked step by step up to the second floor. When he got there, he saw that the hallway was still deserted except for him and a few dim lights. Yet that laughter still echoed in his ears. Not only that, this time he also heard the sound of running feet