Terrifying Holiday Trip—The Appearance of the Woman in White at Pigeon Nest (Day Four)

Previous chapter, we left off with me being swallowed by the blood-red sea, only to wake up on the bed in the apartment, unable to distinguish between dream and reality. Yet, I continued my journey in Qinhuangdao, heading to the haunted building, only to find myself trapped inside a mirror, with no way out. What exactly have I encountered? Let’s find out in this chapter, "Terrifying Holiday Trip—The Appearance of the Woman in White at Pigeon Nest (Day Four)."



If there’s anyone who can’t tell dreams from reality, it’s definitely me.



“Ah!” I screamed as I opened my eyes to see a snow-white ceiling. My body trembled, soaked in sweat. I was back on the big bed in the apartment. Just a second ago, I was in that strange building, losing it, and now I’m here on the bed. Was it a dream? No! It wasn’t! Because on the itinerary by the bedside, the option for the Haunted Building had been crossed out. And my phone showed that today was October 4th, Day Four, matching perfectly with my schedule. Today’s destination was supposed to be Pigeon Nest Park!



Maybe it was fate. After choosing countless other places that were either closed or sold out of tickets, I ended up following my itinerary to Pigeon Nest.



As one of the most famous attractions in Beidaihe, Pigeon Nest Park is packed during holidays, with tourists flocking from far and wide. Flocks of pigeons are chased by children, flapping their wings as they try to escape yet can’t resist the food in the kids’ hands, looking both timid and eager. I was one of the people feeding the pigeons, squatting on the ground, feeling their strength and warmth as they flew around. It was quite comforting.



After scattering the last bit of feed, I got up to leave. For a moment, I thought I saw a figure—a woman in a white dress with short hair. She was facing sideways, and I couldn’t see her face, but my intuition told me she was the same woman I had seen in the ruins across from my apartment when I first moved in.



All the nightmares seemed to start with her. I wanted to get closer to see her face, but when I turned around, she was gone. Lost in the crowd, I couldn’t find that white figure anywhere. With no other choice, I continued on my journey.



Not far from where I fed the pigeons was a small stall selling pearls. Many people were gathered there, opening oysters and making bracelets. I joined in the fun, picked a large shell, and to my surprise, it contained over forty small pearls. I was excited to turn them into jewelry. As I was choosing a design, I saw her again. She was not far away, carefully selecting jewelry as well, occasionally brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing an exquisite earring that looked like a cat. It was so familiar; I seemed to have one just like it.



After finally choosing what I wanted, I was about to strike up a conversation with her, but when I looked up, she was gone again. It felt like everything had just been an illusion.



Pigeon Nest is built by the sea and has vast reed beds, where many tourists take photos. The scenery is particularly beautiful, especially around dusk when the orange light bathes everything, making it look like a peaceful moment frozen in time.



I was one of the tourists taking selfies. But just as I found a good spot and picked up my phone, I saw her again—the woman in the white dress. I quickly followed her into the large reed bed.



“Are you looking for me?” she suddenly stopped and asked, her back still to me. Her voice was unusually gentle.



“Uh, sorry! I just thought we might have met somewhere before,” I said, standing a short distance behind her, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I’m really sorry.”



“Do you want to see my face?”



“I~”



“Do you want to?”



“Yeah!”



“Okay! Then look!” Startled by her sudden raise in voice, I looked up sharply and saw a face that was both familiar and strange.



“Do you see it? Does it look familiar?”



“Me! Ah~” She kept pressing forward, and I kept stepping back until my foot hit the edge. I turned my head and realized I was by the sea. Wait, the face in the water...



“Have you figured it out? I am you! Hahaha!”



In disbelief, I looked at her, laughing maniacally, and then glanced at my reflection in the water. It was true; that face was mine. And the white dress—I was wearing a white dress too. She~ she was me!



“Ah!” I screamed and let myself fall into the sea. The last thing I saw was her wild laughter and her blood-dripping features. She wasn’t me. She wasn’t!



To be continued...