Bailonz Street 13-Chapter 215.3
“……Ugh,
huff.”
What is this? What’s real?
Which of these is the real monster?
The sales rep tried to review what he’d heard to sort it out, but Badger grabbed him.
“Ack!”
“Calm down. It’s alrigh— Sergeant?”
In a situation that would make anyone’s heart race with terror, the sergeant calmly knelt down and spoke into the transport cage.
He addressed whatever was inside the cage.
“What do you think… Does it sound right…?”
Tap.
“Mm. Then… should I do it……”
Tap, tap.
“……Still.”
Tap, tap.
“……”
The sergeant fiddled with his mask and reluctantly shuffled aside.
A single tap meant yes, two taps meant no.
Seeing this agreed-upon signal, Badger gave a wry smile beneath his masked face.
Really, nothing had changed.
“…Then I’ll unlock it now.”
Badger approached the transport cage and undid the lock.
Clank.
The metal bars fell away, and the door of the cage opened…
Smoke began to spread across the floor.
And from the hollow darkness of the cage, a whole leg stepped out.
“…!”
A black leg, wearing black work boots.
He knew it was the same uniform as the rest of the Security Team, but stepping out of the cage, as if walking out through the thick black smoke, was a bizarre figure with horns.
A tall man, impossible to believe had been crammed in that cage.
“Uh, uhhh…”
The sales rep’s trembling gaze met those yellow eyes.
Recommendation : Do not make eye contact
► Lower your head
► Close your eyes
The employee hurriedly dropped his gaze.
An instinct above panic.
‘Don’t keep looking.’
Cold sweat ran down his neck.
But the letters made of smoke continued to follow him.
Recommendation : Do not make eye contact
► Lower your head ⋁ : Correct
► Close your eyes
As if in praise.
And then.
All around, the sound of tearing, like what he’d heard before, began to ring out.
SCREEEEEECH!
The sound of bursting slime, the sound of wailing…
The Security Team was ‘suppressing’ the things that were approaching.
“How is he telling the difference…?”
Between people and monsters.
Or maybe…
‘Maybe that man’s not making a distinction at all.’
The sales rep curled up. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest. He thought he might die…
Just then, the letters in the smoke changed.
As if reacting to his muttered thoughts.
Select which of the following is dangerous.
► The couple
► The sketchbook paper
He want the sales rep to choose?
Reflexively, he opened his mouth.
“Th, The couple!”
Look at those things coming toward them, talking like mad—ghosts, or whatever they are. That couple must’ve been ghosts too. Definitely!
► The couple ⋁ : Correct
Of course.
Ah, maybe anything that spoke to him in a human voice was dangerous all along? Is that what it was?
‘The couple was dangerous, so don’t be afraid of us, the ones ‘subduing’ them…’
Is that what this man is trying to say?
If so, it makes sense. The sales rep, regaining some reason and composure through this logic, remembered what he needed to do.
‘I must’ve been trying to calm myself down after panicking…’
Anyway, these security staff were at least rational beings he could talk to.
If the ‘Security Team’ really did come to save him, and if there truly was another being trapped in this house… the ‘younger child’… Then, it was right to talk more specifically about that. It’s already been mentioned, so he can do it.
About the writing on the paper that gave him advice.
The employee swallowed with a dry mouth and spoke up.
“Th-the sketchbook paper…”
At that moment.
► The sketchbook paper ⋁ : Correct
“…”
Huh?
But even after looking again, it didn’t change.
Select which of the following is dangerous.
► The couple ⋁ : Correct
► The sketchbook paper ⋁ : Correct
So what this means is…
“Dangerous…”
Both are dangerous.
“……Why?”
Same thing
Absentmindedly repeating that meaning in his head, the sales rep’s mouth opened of its own accord.
“Then what was I supposed to trust? I mean… what was I supposed to believe in?”
None.
“……”
On rainy days
Don’t respond carelessly
To unfamiliar voices
Ah.
Recommendation : Do not make eye contact Complete
The sales rep looked up.
But the dark man was no longer in front of him.
“……”
Only a wisp of black smoke remained, exchanging questions and answers with him.
Almost as if distracting a child’s attention before giving them a shot, diverting him somewhere else.
To cut off any sudden action.
“……”
Now, the tearing sounds had stopped, and the area was filled with bodies ‘fixed’ by the security team, like the couple.
The only consolation was that it was so dark he couldn’t see them clearly.
And… the black smoke.
The sales rep absentmindedly watched the black smoke he’d been conversing with vanish as if sucked away…
The smoke drifted down the hallway, toward a spot next to the pantry where they had been trapped…
That was now the only place any noise was coming from.
The bathroom.
From inside, an endless series of horrible screams could be heard.
* * *
I looked at the bathtub in front of me.
Inside, rainwater was echoing as it filled up.
A transparent, deep pool, drawing in and swallowing victims who respond to its call.
Letters scratched themselves into my mind…
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[Echoes of Rainwater]
: The superstition that whispers heard on rainy days are a call from ghosts, modernized as a power of the Church of the Luminous Unknown. It is under the Mimicry Sect.
On rainy days, it targets victims who approach the rainwater pit, luring them by mimicking the appearance and voices of those previously lost.
In addition, ‘speaking’ is used in chillingly broad ways, including letters, notes, or drawings.
It borrows the form of an either/or lost cause ghost story, forcing victims to agonize over whom to believe, but in truth, every option leads to ruin. The victims are toyed with no matter what, stuck in a ditch.
It twists the human belief that picking the right person means survival.
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However…
This ghost story was deleted for failing to meet wiki registration standards due to the following reasons :
1- Insufficient connection to the affiliated organization (Church of the Luminous Unknown).
2- Similar ghost stories already confirmed among registered disasters under the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau.
A discarded ghost story, never formally registered on the wiki.
And my job… is to register this with Daydream Inc.
I looked down at the rainwater in the tub.
……
Still, is this really okay?
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