"Oh" the woman leaned sideways and just squeezed her head in.
"Why is there no sign outside? It made it so hard for me to find it." The woman rubbed and squeezed her body in pain and complained.
I still stared at the page, raised my right index finger and pointed diagonally upward behind me. There was a plaque hanging on the wall, with black words on a white background: Ghost Story Specialty Store! A line of small words in the lower right corner: No strangers allowed!
"Then I've found the right place. I've been feeling unwell lately. Give me some medicine."
"You've entered the wrong door. If you feel unwell, you should see a doctor. We don't accept strangers." I said coldly without even raising my head.
"What do you mean strangers or acquaintances? Don't you want to make money from it?" The woman was unhappy.
"The money here is like ghost money. Go away. I don't argue with women, especially women wearing high heels."
"What's wrong with wearing high heels? Are ghosts not allowed to wear high heels? Let me tell you, I'm also wearing stockings, look..." As she said this, she lifted up her long beautiful legs and was about to put them on the table.
I glanced at her and couldn't help but feel my heart pounding. I quickly waved my book to knock her legs down: "That's enough, you're not acting like a ghost, get out now."
"What's different?" She was stunned.
"The lips are too red. Ghosts don't wear lipstick."
She said "Oh", turned around and squeezed out of the door. But not long after, she came back again, this time with black lipstick on her lips. In the dim light, coupled with her pale face, my God, this time is more terrifying than a real ghost.
"Hehe, it's okay this time, right? You believe I'm a ghost, right?" She grinned, and there was really a creepy feeling in her smile.
I almost fainted, looked into her eyes and said, "If a ghost had eyes as bright as yours, it would probably be able to revive itself from the dead."
"Oh, I see." She left again.
I looked up at the door and thought to myself that this woman must be a girl judging by her voice. Where is she from and why is she here making trouble in the middle of the night? Just as I was thinking about this question, I didn't expect her to come back again. I wanted to wipe off the foundation on her face and decide whether to take her out and beat her up or have sex with her after taking a look at her appearance.
"Is it like it this time? Haha, haha!" She got a pair of fake eyeballs from somewhere and put them in her eye sockets, and kept grinning foolishly.
"It will look more like it if you put away the shadow." I was both angry and amused.
"Uh..." She lowered her head and looked for a long time, and finally took off her fake eyes before she could see the shadow on the ground clearly, then turned around and squeezed out of the crack in the door.
It was totally puzzling. I just wanted to get up and close the shop door when I saw her squeeze back in again. This time she was very fast, beyond my expectation.
"Are you kidding me? How can I not look like a ghost? You shouldn't do this to torment others. You asked me to hide my shadow. Is that something a human can do? Show me how to hide it!" The girl put her hands on her hips, looking aggressive.
I almost broke out in sweat and said angrily, "I didn't ask you to pretend to be a ghost, but you insisted on making trouble. Do ghosts in your house have shadows?"
"That's right, ghosts shouldn't have shadows. But, there are no ghosts in our house. I've never seen one, so how do I know what a ghost looks like?"
This woman was really troublesome. I was about to kick her out when I suddenly looked behind her, my eyes lit up and I said, "Okay, then I'll show you what a real ghost looks like. Come in." I shouted the last sentence behind her.
The girl was so frightened that her whole body trembled. She turned her head tremblingly and asked in a low voice: "You... You are not trying to scare me, are you?"
"Why would I scare you? Aren't you going to pretend to be a ghost? If a ghost comes, why are you afraid?"