Chapter 2

My body passed through the ground, without any sensation.

I looked down at my translucent hand.

So, people really do become ghosts after they die.

Not far away, Asher was holding Blair, their kiss deep and passionate.

"Blair, we did it."

"Asher, I love you so much."

Blair's cheeks were flushed, and she snuggled contentedly into Asher's arms.

Beneath their feet lay my still-warm corpse.

My skull was shattered, red and white brain matter smeared across the ground. My eyes were wide open, staring up at the rooftop.

There lay the man I had loved most, and my closest friend.

They were celebrating my death, using the money my parents had left me.

I drifted closer, right next to Asher's ear.

"Darling, I didn't leave."

His body stiffened, and his embrace around Blair froze.

"What's wrong, Asher?"

Blair noticed his unease.

Asher's face went pale, his eyes darting around in terror. "Did... did you hear something?"

"Hear what? I only hear your heartbeat."

Blair purred, tracing circles on his chest.

Asher swallowed hard, forcing a smile.

"Maybe I'm just too nervous, I must have imagined it."

I smiled.

Don't be nervous. Our game has only just begun.

The police arrived quickly and took my body away.

Asher, as my husband, feigned overwhelming grief.

He held his head, repeatedly telling the police, "It's all my fault, I didn't watch her closely enough. She had depression, I should have known."

Blair played the role of the devastated best friend, sobbing uncontrollably, almost collapsing.

The neighbors whispered amongst themselves, full of sympathy.

"Mr. Asher is so pitiful, his wife just jumped."

"Yes, and Ms. Blair, what a good friend, crying like that."

I watched their performance with cold amusement.

They really were a perfect pair of scumbags, their acting skills were impeccable.

Back home, as soon as the door closed, the sadness vanished from their faces.

Blair eagerly threw herself into Asher's arms.

"Asher, can we be together forever now?"

"Of course, my darling."

Asher held her, tumbling onto the living room sofa.

This was my home, the house my parents had left me as our marital residence.

Now, it had become their sordid love nest.

I floated above them, watching coldly.

They tore at each other's clothes, their breathing growing heavy.

Just as Asher was about to get down to business, I blew a soft breath.

The room's temperature dropped sharply.

Asher shivered, his desire instantly gone.

"Why is it suddenly so cold?"

He pulled the blanket over himself.

Blair shivered too. "Yeah, is the AC broken?"

I drifted to the air conditioner and set the temperature to its lowest.

Cold air blasted out.

Blair's teeth began to chatter. "Asher, I'm scared."

"Don't be afraid, I'll check it."

Asher reluctantly got up, picking up the remote control.

But no matter how many times he pressed it, the AC didn't respond.

He reached to switch off the power directly, but the moment his hand touched the switch, an electric current jolted him back.

"Damn it!"

He cursed, a scorched mark appearing on the back of his hand.

Blair shrieked in terror.

I let out a soft laugh, barely audible, yet it clearly reached their ears.

"Who? Who's there?"

Asher's hair stood on end.

Blair practically burrowed into the blanket, trembling.

I didn't make another sound.

I liked watching them terrified, yet unable to find the source.

It was far more amusing than simply killing them.