Terrifying Holiday Trip—The Way Home, or the Road to Ghosts（Last Day）

Previous chapter, I am trapped in a small room and unable to leave.The entire world had gone silent—no sensations, no hearing, just endless loneliness and screams. That was the true horror. How could I escape? Find out in this chapter, "Terrifying Holiday Trip—The Way Home, or the Road to Ghosts（Last Day）."

Who could say how much time had passed? It wasn't until I saw the itinerary for September 7th appear on the bedside schedule that I realized anything. This was the last day of the long National Day holiday, the day I had originally planned to go home. But I had long given up hope of ever leaving this terrifying place—until the words "The Way Home" appeared on my itinerary.

Can you imagine? I opened the door and walked out of the room like a madman, tears streaming down my face as the landlord asked about checking out. Was it finally over? In a daze but with a heart full of joy, I packed my bags, bought a train ticket, and left without looking back. But for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that none of this was real.

Leaning against the train window, I watched the scenery rush backward outside, listened to the lively chatter around me, and thought about the next stop—home. I hoped with all my heart that this wasn't just a dream.

I never imagined that the world could change in the blink of an eye, but reality was just that cruel. Just before I closed my eyes, I was on the train, relieved to have escaped. When I opened my eyes, I was standing in that narrow room, with the bed covered in blood-red sheets behind me. Through the large floor-to-ceiling window, I saw myself clearly—myself living in the apartment across the way, looking straight at me. It turned out the nightmare had only just begun.

"Terrifying Holiday Trip" ends with the conclusion of the holiday. We're not afraid of illusions or hallucinations; what truly terrifies us is the ghost within our own minds. We constantly deny ourselves, deceive ourselves, and pretend to be someone we're not, never realizing that after all these cycles, the "you" that remains is also suffering the most brutal torment.