Chapter 205 Scream, No One Will Come
"Ahhh!" Ebony screamed.
"Ahhh!" The comments filled the screen.
The comments drowned out her voice, and the audience freaked out.
"Now I believe ghosts exist in this show! It creeps me out!"
"Is the scene over? I don't care to watch it. I'm typing with one hand covering the screen!"
"Isn't it live? How come that girl changes her makeup so fast?"
"What is happening? I don't hear any sound. Did I turn it off?"
"Is it over? I don't dare to watch the scene or the comments! I want to know the result!"
Three minutes later, some of the audience slowly moved their hands away from their eyes.
However, the screen was all black.
"Hello, what's going on?"
A bold viewer, who hadn't covered his eyes, replied to the question.
"The signal is not cut off. There is no sound because Ebony has lifted the 'freckle-faced girl' and threw her away. The girl fell and smashed the indoor sound receiver."
"Yeah, the sound receiver was smashed, and the impact knocked the camera off the wall. We can't see anything because the lens is facing the floor."
"Oh, so it is, but why did you put the freckle-faced girl on quotes?"
"Because that's another staff member rather than the freckle-faced girl. In such a short time, she couldn't possibly change her makeup. The ghost is played by a man."
"Oh, turns out there are two people. What is going on? I want to know what is happening."
As soon as the comment flashed across the screen, the feed came back.
The screen changed, perhaps because the program team temporarily switched the camera.
Then the audience had a view from the corridor camera. Ebony scampered out of the dormitory and rushed downstairs!
Instead of taking the stairs, she put her hand on the rail and leaped off the fourth floor to the third. In the same way, she leaped to the second floor...
She moved fast and went out of sight in the blink of an eye.
The screen was filled with question marks.
"What the hell did I see?"
"Is she rappelling with bare hands? Damn! Soul of the Army was not filmed for nothing after all!"
After Ebony ran away, in the dormitory, the freckle-faced girl was supporting a disheveled "female ghost" with blood streaking his face to limp his way out.
The two were in pretty bad shape. From the staircase, they shouted down, "Miss Gibson, come back... According to the plot, you should pass out in shock. Don't run!"
Ebony certainly would not respond.
Failing his mission, the "female ghost" turned to the camera for help. "Director, what should we do now?"
He pointed to his foot and added, "Director, I sprained my ankle. This is a work accident, right? Alas, as I said, you shouldn't let me scare Ebony. You should have sent someone who could beat her. You know that she's as strong as a man. I am no match for her..."
Before the staff member could finish his complaint, the director quickly switched the camera.
"Hahaha... Turns out you also know that she is a man!"
"To beat Ebony, you should turn to Lloyd for help. Remember how he pinned her down in the Soul of the Army?"
"Pinned down? Sorry, sis, I got the wrong image."
"Lloyd will not come. Someone in the fan's club received the news of Lloyd going abroad to shoot a film. No one knows when he will come back."
The feeding was switched from the camera on the fourth floor to the one on the first floor.
At the entrance of the building, Ebony was anxiously pounding the door.
Unfortunately, the iron door had been closed from the outside, and she could not open it.
Ebony got antsy.
Just then, the cry of a baby came out of a player somewhere in the building.
There were other sounds besides the ghostly cries.
Click, click...
Creak, creak...
It was the sound of high heels clicking on the floor.
The horror atmosphere set in once again.
In fear, Ebony stuck to the door and had her eyes closed. She didn't dare to look back. Instead, she kept pounding the door and shouting, "Is there anyone out there? Come and open the door!"
"Ahhh, this is creepy!"
"Would a ghost come out and eat Ebony?"
"I am not afraid at first, but Ebony's scream is too miserable. It creeps me out, and I have to turn on the light!"
In the backstage monitoring room, the chief director was more than thrilled.
With a fierce look on his face, he put his hands on the desk. His bloodshot eyes stared at the appalled girl on the screen, and he muttered, "Scream! Scream! Even if you strain your voice, no one will come to your rescue!"
The assistant director was petrified.
Standing on the side, she glanced at the crazy chief director and said helplessly, "You're hyped."
"I should be!" The chief director looked back and pounded the desk.
He shouted, "My butt is still hurting!"
The corners of the assistant director's mouth twitched. "You fell on your own. It was not completely her fault. Your action now is a bit personal."
"I don't care! I want her to suffer. Can't I do something within my power to get my revenge?"
Since the chief director was in a fit of anger, the assistant director gave up advising him and just said, "Whatever."
The chief director slyly curled his lips, stared at the screen, and said wickedly, "How much is she scared? What do you think? Will she cry? A pretty girl like her will cry for a long time, right?"
The assistant director said nothing. She didn't know about that.
She was sure about one thing. Once Ebony found out the chief director was deliberately scaring her, she would punch him till he cried.
Comments of concern flashed across the screen.
"Is she acting or really afraid of ghosts? Her screams are really miserable."
"Would Ebony be afraid of ghosts? No way! I don't believe it."
"It's perfectly normal. Although she is tough, at the end of the day, she is a girl. Everyone has a soft spot."
"Agreed. I often joke and call Ebony a boy, but every girl is afraid of such stuff. She can't overcome instinct!"
"Damn..."
Ebony had been scared out of her wits.
Behind her, the creepy background music was played, and there seemed to be really something approaching her.
Ebony was trembling. She was driven desperate.
She took two steps back and raised her toes.
Bang!
The entire building seemed to shake with it.
Ebony booted open the iron door of the lobby along with the three locks.
Bang!
Clang...
The door collapsed. Ebony immediately broke out and scampered away without looking back.
Outside the dormitory, those NPCs, who passed by, watched the iron door fall and stir up the dust...
Their eyelids fluttered and twitched nervously.
The audience was quiet. Not a single comment was on the screen.
In the monitoring room, the chief director's finger stiffly hung in mid-air.
His fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
After quite a while, the chief director slowly opened his mouth. A bitter, awkward voice squeezed out of his throat. With difficulty, he said to the assistant director, "Don't... tell her... that I was the one... who had... the door locked..."