Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All
Chapter 654: Nan Kelin’s Call

Chapter 654: Chapter 654: Nan Kelin’s Call

By the time Yu Holea finished speaking, it was already 10 PM in the evening. She returned to her room and saw three missed calls on her phone from an unknown number.

After thinking for a while, Yu Holea decides to call back.

The moment the call was connected she heard a panicked voice,

"Miss Yu? Miss Yu, please save me!"

Yu Holea was confused by the sudden call for help, but she had seen so many cases by now that she didn’t hesitate and asked,

"Who are you? And where are you right now?"

"I am Nan Kelin! I am at 231 Nightlife Street." The voice from the other end shouted.

Just then the phone was hung up. Yu Holea sighed, changed her clothes, and hurriedly used a teleportation talisman to reach the location.

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2 hours before.

Nan Kelin returned from a dinner party and slumped on the couch of his living room.

Nan Kelin kicked off his shoes and sank into the plush couch of his living room.

He let out a tired sigh, rubbing his temples as the day’s events replayed in his mind.

The dinner party had been exhausting, filled with small talk and business deals.

All he wanted now was some peace and quiet.

The room was dimly lit, with only a floor lamp casting a soft yellow glow.

The air felt unusually cold, but Nan Kelin brushed it off, assuming the air conditioning was set too low.

He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flipping through channels without paying much attention.

As he settled in, a faint creaking noise echoed through the apartment.

It sounded like someone walking on the wooden floor. Nan Kelin paused, his finger hovering over the remote. The sound stopped.

"It’s probably just the building settling," he muttered to himself, trying to shake off the unease creeping up his spine.

He turned up the volume on the TV, drowning out any other noises.

But then, the lights flickered. Once. Twice.

Then they went out completely, plunging the room into darkness.

The only light came from the flickering screen of the TV, casting eerie shadows across the walls.

"Great. A power outage," Nan Kelin grumbled.

He got up and made his way to the kitchen, fumbling for a flashlight in the drawer.

As he opened the drawer, he froze.

The faint sound of whispering filled the room. It was soft, almost imperceptible, like a breeze carrying voices just out of reach.

He strained his ears, trying to make out the words, but they were too faint.

"Hello? Is someone there?" he called out, his voice trembling slightly.

No answer.

The whispering stopped abruptly, leaving the apartment eerily silent. Shaking his head, Nan Kelin grabbed the flashlight and turned it on.

The beam of light cut through the darkness as he made his way back to the living room.

As he passed the hallway mirror, he caught a glimpse of something.

He stopped and turned back to the mirror, shining the flashlight on it. His reflection stared back at him, pale and wide-eyed. But there was something off.

Behind him, in the darkness of the hallway, a shadow moved.

Nan Kelin whipped around, the flashlight shaking in his hand. Nothing.

The hallway was empty.

He turned back to the mirror, and his blood ran cold. His reflection wasn’t moving.

It was still staring at him, but now it was smiling—a wide, unnatural grin that stretched far too much.

Nan Kelin stumbled back, the flashlight slipping from his hand and clattering to the floor. He scrambled to pick it up, his heart pounding in his chest.

When he looked back at the mirror, his reflection was normal again.

"I’m just tired," he whispered to himself, trying to steady his breathing.

"It’s just my imagination."

Deciding he needed to clear his head, Nan Kelin headed to the bathroom for a shower.

He locked the door behind him and turned on the water, letting it run hot to calm his nerves.

The steam filled the room as he stepped under the spray, the warmth soothing his tense muscles.

For a moment, he felt a sense of relief, the strange events fading from his mind.

But then, the water turned ice-cold.

Nan Kelin yelped and stepped back, reaching for the faucet to adjust the temperature.

It wouldn’t budge. The water continued to pour out, freezing against his skin.

Suddenly, the lights in the bathroom flickered and went out, plunging him into darkness.

"Not again," he muttered, his voice shaky.

He fumbled for the flashlight he had brought with him, turning it on.

The beam of light illuminated the bathroom, but the steam made it hard to see.

As he turned back to the shower, he froze.

There was something written on the fogged-up mirror.

"GET OUT."

Nan Kelin’s breath hitched. His hands shook as he wiped at the mirror, but the words didn’t smudge.

They seemed to be etched into the glass.

A loud banging sound came from the shower behind him. He spun around, the flashlight beam shaking wildly.

The shower curtain was drawn closed, the water still pouring out in an icy torrent.

He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. Slowly, he reached for the curtain, his hand trembling.

He yanked it open.

The shower was empty.

But the water... it was red. Blood-red.

Nan Kelin stumbled back, his heart racing.

The water continued to pour, staining the tub a deep crimson.

He turned to run, but the bathroom door wouldn’t budge.

"Let me out!" he shouted, pounding on the door.

A low, guttural laugh echoed through the room, sending chills down his spine.

He whipped around, his flashlight beam catching a figure in the corner of the bathroom.

It was a woman.

Her hair was long and dripping wet, hanging over her face.

Her clothes were tattered, and her skin was deathly pale. She stood motionless, her head tilted at an unnatural angle.

"W-who are you?" Nan Kelin stammered, backing away until he hit the door.

The woman didn’t respond. She slowly lifted her head, revealing hollow, black eyes and a twisted grin.

Nan Kelin screamed.

The woman lunged at him, her movements jerky and inhuman.

The flashlight slipped from his hand as he raised his arms to shield himself, but there was nothing there.

When he opened his eyes, the bathroom was empty.

The water had stopped running, the lights were back on, and the mirror was clear.

Nan Kelin gasped for air, his chest heaving.

His legs felt like jelly as he unlocked the door and stumbled out of the bathroom.

Grabbing his phone, he frantically dialed the number he had saved earlier.

"Miss Yu? Miss Yu, please save me!" he shouted into the phone, his voice trembling with panic.

Yu Holea’s calm voice came through the line, grounding him just enough to explain his location.

As soon as he hung up, the lights flickered again, and that chilling laugh echoed through the apartment.

Nan Kelin clutched his phone tightly, trembling from head to toe.

The apartment felt colder than ever, and the air was heavy as if something unseen was pressing down on him.

Suddenly, a deafening thud echoed through the room. He spun around, his eyes widening in terror.

There she was.

The ghost stood right in front of him now, her hollow, black eyes boring into his soul. Her hair clung to her wet, pale face, and her twisted grin stretched impossibly wide.

A chilling laugh escaped her lips, making his blood run cold.

Nan Kelin stumbled backward, his back hitting the wall.

"W-what do you want from me?!" he shouted, his voice cracking.

The ghost didn’t answer. She took a slow, jerky step toward him, her head tilting to one side as if studying him.

Panicked, Nan Kelin bolted for the door.

He flung it open and ran into the corridor, slamming the door shut behind him.

His chest heaved as he leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. The silence of the corridor felt deafening.

But the peace didn’t last long.

A strange force gripped him, tugging at his body. It wasn’t physical hands, but an invisible pull that made his feet slide across the floor toward the elevator.

"No! No, no, no!" Nan Kelin screamed, grabbing hold of the corridor’s door handle with both hands. His mind raced as a memory resurfaced—the watchman’s warning.

"Don’t use the elevator, Mr. Nan," the watchman had said gravely.

"It has malfunctioned. If you use it you will die."

The words echoed in his head as the pull grew stronger.

His knuckles turned white as he clung to the handle, refusing to let go.

"Let me go!" he shouted into the empty corridor, his voice desperate.

The ghost’s laughter filled the air, chilling and mocking.

She appeared again, this time floating near the elevator doors.

"You can’t escape," she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "You will die... a miserable death. Soon."

Nan Kelin shook his head furiously, his tears mixing with sweat. "Leave me alone! " he cried.