At four in the morning, I saw a ghost by my bed, still awake.
Human and ghost stared at each other.
A, utterly baffled: Whether it wants to claim my life or ask me for help, why isn't this thing saying anything?
The ghost, equally baffled: Whether I say hello or greet them, why aren't they saying anything?
A/the ghost: This person must be out of their mind.
The human and ghost stared into each other's eyes like this for three weeks, as if whoever spoke first would lose.
Meanwhile, rumors of a haunting spread across the island:
Strange islanders who looked down on everyone, dots of blood along the path, giggling outside the window in the middle of the night...
The ghost: Who's ruining the reputation of ghosts?
A: Haha, who could it be? That's a tough one.
The rumors grew wilder, and the people on the island grew uneasy.
A was just about to bravely admit everything when the island master patted A on the shoulder and pulled out a phone to upload a series of short videos called "Island Mysteries."
The ghost: Huh?
A: Huh?
Theme: Getting rich.
