Tuesday seems to have got really busy!
I’m doing more Uni work, reading and making notes on things I’m supposed to understand but don’t. I’m also having to use my portable desk because i’m ill with a nasty cold and i’ve been to the dentist for a filling today and the novacaine always knocks me about.
My manager still hasn’t written and submitted my QTLS statement. There are two days left before it’s due. I’m not holding out much hope if i’m honest.
I’ve had a very split weekend this week, as i’ve been attending the wedding of my partner’s Brother and new Sister-in-law. It was so beautiful and relaxed - I had an absolute ball!
However, i’ve also been in the middle of redoing my CV for job hunting and writing cover letters. I forgot how utterly soul destroying job hunting is, since i’ve not been out of employment since I began working as a teenager. I’ve also got lots of work to do for my research proposal and again for my QTLS, which is grating on me at the moment because I have no idea how to structure my 1500 word critical reflection.
Beginning to feel a little over-burdened and I want to make the most of the time i’m unemployed by catching up on all of my uni work and QTLS work, but gosh it’s so darn difficult to stay/get motivated!
It's my last week at work before I leave, so I've got a lot of paperwork to catch up on before I go. I've written half of my class reports up, an ILP target report up and I've managed to write up some of my QTLS paperwork for my additional teaching qualification. I didn't think I'd manage to get my manager to do anything towards it, meaning I'd fail but I've managed to pin her down before I leave. Hurrah!
This week has been so all over the place it's unreal. I spent the weekend celebrating mine and my boyfriend's third anniversary. We spent the day in Stratford-upon-Avon, visiting the birthplace, home and grave of Shakespeare, and we played mini golf as we do every anniversary, went sight seeing and had a picnic by the river. It was perfect. Just what I needed after last week's horrible news of being turned down for a job interview. Today I got called for an interview for the job I was turned down for last week. I've agreed to go, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'm clearly not on their original shortlist, and it's not a teaching job, but my other interview next week is a teaching job but it's in a prison. There is an awful lot going on in my head right now. I handed my research proposal in on Monday. I'm not convinced I'll get a good grade for it because writing proposals is so hard and not my forte. I've spent today working on qtls stuff and trying to plan my microteach lesson next week. I'm more stressed now than I was when I had no interviews!
Trying to get some work done before I head on over to my boyfriends for a few days (I'll still be working there since he's at work rather than on holiday but my room is nicer to work in). I'm trying to find a balance between my QTLS work and my uni work, but both are so demanding and time consuming!
Title: [Unlimited] What is it like being a ghost in a horror story?
Author: Guess who I am
Genre: Spin off - Romance - TV - Modern setting
Tags (up to four): TV fanfic, supernatural, rebirth, unlimited flow
Serialization date: 20Y3/3/17
Licensing information: Not licensed
Status: Serializing
Award: Groundbreaking (Rising Star Ranking)
Synopsis:
In the eighteenth year after my death, I got caught up in a scheme.
PS: Midnight Feast had its grand finale last week, did you guys catch it, my dears? Anyway, this distinguished VIP is ready for the second viewing! Xiaoyu-meimei's acting as Tangtang was so cute, she definitely has a bright future! A work from a small fan, centered around the heroine, supernatural paro, my dears, please support me and express your thoughts~
PPS: The content has little to do with the original plot, so those who have never watched the TV series can read it without worry.
Main character: Tang Guo, water ghost
Chap1 Prologue
Update time: 20Y3-3-17 12:00:00
Summary: Eighteen years after my death, am I...... breathing?
Text:
After drowning, I became a water ghost.
They say, only those who are obsessed with it will not reincarnate after death. They also say, leave when you're supposed to leave. Persistently entangled in the mortal realm for three lifetimes, is it not just wronging others and yourself? I feel that what they say is right. Sometimes I also preach to the other ghosts like this, but everyone knows the logical truth. When I think about myself, I still feel unwilling for no reason.
For what reason am I alone so miserable? What have I done that is so against heaven and reason, that I did not have a good life, nor a good death in the end?
But the Netherworld is more unreasonable than the mortal realm. I can't even think about it. Thinking just brings distracting thoughts. Either way, if my beliefs are not aligned, I cannot reincarnate. I would have to stay in the water, capturing a living person to be my "scapegoat" to escape.
Don't ask why, how should I know? Anyways, only we drowned people have this task, other ghosts don't have to do it. There is a hierarchy of distain for shitting and farting when we are alive. But there are still a variety of ways to die, how unlucky!
However, my conscience is still intact and I'm still rational. I really don't want to do those immoral things, so I chose to become a "vegetarian ghost."
This means, I only drag those who want to die, and are about to die, into the water, helping them and helping me, a win-win situation.
Unfortunately, ideals must be broken.
Every time I see those so-called "in complete despair" people, I wait beside them longingly. But as soon as I pull their feet a little, they start to kick their feet hastily, and some even scream for help. In the end, not only do I fail my task, but I also have to help rescue them. I can't tell whether I'm a ghost or a dolphin, which is outrageous.
But flowers have their blooming season, foods have a shelf life, and the water ghost mission also has a time limit. Legend has it that we have an eighteen-year death limit. If I can't catch a scapegoat within eighteen years, I will turn into foam like the Little Mermaid and submerge in the stinky sewer, unable to be reincarnated.
I didn't take it seriously before. After all, eighteen years is a long time and I've never heard of a loser who couldn't catch a scapegoat in eighteen years. Yet starting from the end of last year, I, who has no nose, suddenly felt like I was slowly rotting and turning smelly. I then realized I was the loser from the legend.
Time was running out, and I later realized that I was getting angry because of my anxiety. But I'm a northern ghost. The water here freezes over in the winter, even the shore is cold. Dogs don't come to pee by the shore, much less people.
The twelfth lunar month, I struggled for a long time, and decided to give up my vegetarian diet. Regardless of whether the other person is alive or dead, I would pull them down as long as they jumped in the water, regardless of whether they regret it or not. After finally making up my mind, no one committed suicide in the twelfth lunar month.
The first lunar month, I got anxious. Using any means necessary, I carved a hole under the ice, preparing to catch anyone skating on outdoors ice. I was done with it, not caring for whether people died or lived.
Yet it turns out no one went ice skating!
After the Lantern Festival, I had no choice but to become a complete freak. I couldn't care less about propriety, justice, and integrity. I wanted a scapegoat!
I was prepared to use the seaweed to drag a living person from the shore as soon as the ice melted. Who knew that when spring had just begun, the damn municipal government would install iron fences by the water again!
Gosh!
Is this my retribution for being a good ghost for eighteen years?
It was getting warmer day by day, and I got more anxious day by day. Entering March, I was nearly in despair because the date of my death was March 17th eighteen years ago. Who knew it would be my death day again eighteen years later!
I got less and less clear-headed; day by day, I felt like I was gradually melting into this pool of stagnant water, and the seaweed no longer obeyed my orders.
Just like eighteen years ago, I drowned again, only this time it was longer and more torturous.
Right when I was at the end of my rope, half dead, I heard a familiar "crash" sound, and the waves brought the smell of life!
I revived like dying embers, almost crying with joy. Someone climbed over the railing and fell into the water!
Soon enough, I rushed over without hesitation, like a starving person who saw a large cake. I didn't even see clearly what person looked like. I impatiently weaved the seaweed around the person's feet, pulling the person down greedily and desperately.
Die, I'm begging you! Just die, I can only live if you die!
However, very quickly, I felt that something was not right. This person didn't resist at all. When I pulled them, they fell straight into the water, sinking like a rock.
Fuck, I thought to myself, they couldn't have already died right?
Then god really is messing with me!
I quickly went closer, only then seeing that the person who had been dragged down by the seaweed was a woman. She had very long hair, was of average height, very thin, almost as if she were paper. When soaked in water, she looked more like a ghost than me.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, staring straight at me.
That's okay, she was still alive, but before I could relax, I was overwhelmed with horror.
In those pupils...... in those pupils was actually my reflection!
I haven't looked in a mirror since I died, and I came face to face with my own "exceptionally beautiful" face without warning. I was almost scared out of my mind, freezing for a moment. But at that moment, I felt those eyes getting bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer to me......
Then my vision went dark, a long-lost weight pressing down on my head, and cold smelly water rushed into my nose and mouth.
I'm a ghost, what nose and mouth?
But drowning was too painful, and I had no room to think about it at all. I instinctively kicked my legs, kicking away the seaweeds that were tangled all over my body. I struggled towards the shore, climbing up with all my strength, then sneezed loudly.
Wait a minute, I...... sneezed?
Eighteen years after my death, am I...... breathing?
I lowered my head blankly, looking at my dirty hands, dumbfounded.
I seem to have taken over her body.
Us water ghosts...... have this ability?
This woman hadn't eaten in an unknown amount of time; her stomach was pressed against her chest. When the cold wind by the water blew, I felt the long-forgotten hunger and cold.
I was confused at the time: Was she dead or alive? Am I dead or alive?
What exactly was going on with us?
Before I could figure it out, a flashlight swept over me. Someone had spotted me...... her...... ah, ah someone, someone, it's too weird.
The person who discovered me was a security guard who was patrolling at night. He had a very loud voice, being able to be heard from two zhang. People who were walking their dogs, night joggers, people practicing square dancing...... all appeared out of nowhere. He had attracted all of them. A lot of people surrounded me and asked questions.
I haven't spoken to anyone in eighteen years, and I was still struggling to find my voice. But at this moment, my tongue moved on its own.
It was like a squirming worm. I felt sick, subconsciously opening my mouth, and heard myself making a sound.
"I drank too much, and accidentally fell down......"
"No need...... no need to call the police...... I live nearby...... the community right there."
I got goosebumps all over my body, shutting my mouth from shock, and the thin and trembling words came to an abrupt stop.
Being struck by five thunders could not even describe the panic I felt at the moment, but the heart in this body's chest was beating calmly, completely out of sync with my mind.
The original owner of this body wasn't dead; she was still here, just stuck with me!
Two souls controlling one body at the same time was a lot worse than a "three legged race" where two people share a leg. If two people stumble around each other in a three legged race, what about our current situation?
The strange thing was, I can control this body rather smoothly. I can speak when I want to speak, and shut up when I want to. I can't feel her panic at all, but if I stop paying attention and loosen my jaw, she will automatically reply to the people around her, and even stand up on her own.
I bit her tongue harshly, tears welling up in my eyes, but she didn't resist at all!
I felt as if I was driving a car on a steep slope; it stops when I step on the breaks, and it drives automatically when I take my foot off!
She wasn't panicked, wasn't afraid of me, didn't reject me, didn't stop me, only holding those unknown motives staring at me...... quietly in the dark.
I should have jumped into the water and downed her immediately, but there were too many spectators, and there were even a few meddling old men and women who said they wanted to call the police, making me break into cold sweat from fear. I'm a pussy 1! I'm scared of light, fire, and Yang energy. There are so many warm living people surrounding me, and I'm already suffocating. I'm afraid that if a few more citizens were call over, would I not just die on the spot?
I was also panicking at the time, only knowing how to repeatedly incoherently say to not call the police, I can just go home.
A passerby couple recognized the original owner of the body, saying that "I" was a resident in their building, and they wanted to give me a ride home.
What skills we water ghosts have can only be used in the water where we drowned, unable to be transferred to other bodies of water. This broken body was both thin and weak; I became panicked and short of breath when I walked to fast, completely unable to get away from these two living people. I had no choice but to be "escorted" by them into a building.
Fortunately, the original owner's body automatically pressed the elevator floor. It wasn't until I got off the elevator that I got rid of the two nosy people, ready to sneak downstairs and return to my territory as soon as they left. Who knew that the second the elevator doors closed, and before I even had the chance to press the button again, a door would suddenly open behind me.
My...... no, the heart in this body of mine thumped, a chill running down my spine.
A head popped out of the open door, a woman, appearing to be twenty-four or five? Or twenty-eight/nine?
I couldn't tell. Her makeup was half done, her face as pale as a freshly painted wall. She had long curly hair, which was dyed reddish brown, and braided into two fluffy braids. Her facial features were memorable, and her figure was also rather nice. I couldn't find fault with her, but she wasn't good-looking at all, because her eyes were sharp and cold, like a snake. As soon as I saw her, I felt the original owner's body tense up, trembling, and what little energy she had almost disappeared.
The woman frowned, dragging me into the apartment: "What madness did you get into, looking like this?"
Her nails were harder and sharper than her head. I could clearly see that those wasn't a hand at all, but a claw covered in human skin.
The claws were arid, cold, and powerful. The strong scent of rose water hit me, hiding the fishy and putrid smell.
Just what monster was this?!
This weird girl could see water ghosts in the water, and there was a yaoguai by her that was not easy to deal with. What on earth have I provoked?!
Also...... we water ghosts typically cannot possess living people. So in this current situation, is it me who has possessed her or...... or has she captured me?!
She did it on purpose, no wonder why she wasn't worried about being possessed by a ghost at all!
"I told you to make a phone call, did you make it yet?" The female monster pulled me into the apartment, leaving me by the door of the bathroom. Then she turned around, continuing to put makeup on while facing the mirror, as if she didn't notice my presence.
I knew that I would never be able to beat her in a fight. Out of fear of being exposed, I didn't dare to speak, hoping the original owner would speak, but the original owner also refused to make a peep.
"Can you do anything?" The female monster seemed used to the original owner's silence, and didn't mind. After putting on lipstick, her gaze drifted from the mirror, and landed on me. She glanced at me, then said with disgust, "Why do you get uglier the older you get?"
The original owner and I, one ghost, one human, continued to not speak.
"Get yourself cleaned up." The female monster with boundless power gave cold orders, "Wash up and put on a facial mask. I'm taking you to dinner with people tomorrow. If you keep acting like that, you better watch out."
I saw faint traces of blood on her teeth and shivered. Before I could think more about it, my legs dragged me to the bedroom towards the south like a ghost, and closed the door.
Temporarily out of sight of the female monster, I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the door, vaguely feeling as if I had forgotten something.
There were no lights on in the dark room. At present, I was attracted to the only source of light. There was a digital alarm clock on the bedside table. It was ticking, displaying that the current time was March 16, 20:08.
My mind buzzed, and I recalled: the 17th was less than four hours away!
There are less than four hours left. If I cannot escape, I will fall into despair!
Comments on this chapter (by reply time):
[Little Miss Dragon] 0 min just now
Newcomer topping the list, preserving courtesy.
I haven't seen a supernatural work on the list for a long time, good luck big shot!
[Caterpillar No 3] 0 min just now
It's a bit scary, not my type of story, sorry.
[Don't be afraid, Tangtang] 0 min 1 day ago
A gourmet chef who accidentally opened this calmly clicking x.
[My Husband is 2D] replied: Not by accident, you were tricked into it right? The blurb clearly says Midnight Feast fanfic, but the text is of lower quality.
[My Husband is 2D] 2 min just now
Writing horror stories under the modern sweet romance genre, shamelessly riding on the popular tag
Writing horror stories under the modern sweet romance genre, shamelessly riding on the popular show tag
Writing horror stories under the modern sweet romance genre, shamelessly riding on the popular show tag
Writing horror stories under the modern sweet romance genre, shamelessly riding on the popular show tag
Trash, if you have the ability, then remove my comment again
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[Snow Skin Rice Cake] 5h 2 min ago
Sending 3 [roses] to the author
[Gourmet food never surrenders] 5h 0 min ago
??? can the gourmet chefs who were lied to by the tag gather here, what does this work have to do with our sweet drama?
[Sugar sugar sugar sugar] replied: Arriving +1
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[Crayon] 1 day 0 min ago
A supernatural suspense novel?
[Tang Guo waifu wait for me] replied to [Crayon]: It's a Midnight Feast fanfic, I don't know what paro it is, respected author write more ah
[Sugar sugar sugar sugar] replied to [Tang Guo waifu wait for me]: Nope, the gourmet kitchen is withdrawing, sister read the text, it has nothing to do with Midnight Feast, this is purely for traffic.
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[kkrtt] 1 day 0 min ago
This is a fan? How weird.
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Sending 1 [rose] to the author
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Oh my, this comment section is so bloody.
This author is better than Nezha!
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Footnotes
1 priest uses the term 陰物 which refers to female genitalia
It's 9:09 am here in the UK and look how dark it still is?! It's day 5 of torrential downpours and I'm getting a bit sick and tired of seeing grey skies everywhere.
Today on my to-do list is:
Finish off the evidence for my QTLS submission. I’m so close now, to fall at this last hurdle would be very upsetting.
Complete my vetting form for my new job. It’s a very thorough form, and again I have to provide lots of evidence for stuff, so it’s gonna take some time for me to get it all together.
Start planning my new bullet journal. I used to use one all the time and then I just sort of stopped for some reason. I’ve ordered a new notebook which is arriving tomorrow, so I want to actually get some layouts planned out.
Relax.
I’ve also been away all weekend, and my sister who was in hospital has spent the weekend in my bed, much to the annoyance of my cat. As you can see from the picture above, since I've been home, she’s not left my side once <3
