I Pulled My Girlfriend's Oxygen Tube Out with My Own Hands from the Start

Death gave me no choice, so I pulled my girlfriend’s oxygen tube out with my own hands.

After that, one strange thing after another began to happen.

The red dress beneath the dormitory building,

the old man in a burial shroud who asks for a cigarette,

the drunkard passed out in the greenery,

and the horrifying anatomy professor.

Everything seemed to tell me that my girlfriend’s death wasn’t as simple as it appeared.

When did all these strange events begin?

To answer that, I have to start with the haunted house I rented...