When She Unveils Identities

When She Unveils Identities By Zaylee CortéZ Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Ghost

Under Shirley’s strong request, Ewan and Nancy reluctantly said goodbye and left the villa.

Before leaving, Nancy held Shirley’s hand and repeatedly asked, concerned, “Honey, are you sure you want to be alone in such a big house? I heard the place is haunted. Aren’t you afraid?”

“Idiot. Haunted or not, I’m not afraid. This is my home. Even if there are ghosts, they are my deceased family. They won’t hurt me.”

With a calm smile, Shirley told everyone to leave.

After all, ghosts were nothing to be afraid of, weren’t they? Shirley had met many vicious people and th ought they were much more intimidating than ghosts. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

The moment the guests left, the living room became quiet, emitting a moldy smell common in empty ho uses.

Shirley, however, felt relaxed and at ease.

She was humming while doing the dishes. Shirley then filled the glass vase with water, put the sunflowers that Ewan sent her inside, a nd put them on the bedside table.

Four years had passed. Although the garden of the villa turned desolate, the inside was the same as

when she left.

She wished that she just had a long dream. When she woke up from it, her grandpa, dad, and mom

would still be with her.

They would sit by her bed, gently call her name, and wake her up.

It was getting darker.

Shirley lay on her bed, commiserating about the past and falling asleep.

In a daze, she heard a strange sound from the bedroom that once belonged to her parents.

The voice belonged to a woman who was crying and laughing. In the silent night, it seemed eerie

and sad.

At the very start, Shirley didn’t take it seriously, thinking she was just dreaming Or it was because

she was so tired that she had a hallucination.

But gradually, the shrill became clearer It passed through the tightly closed door and got into her

ears

“Woo I died such a painful death. Who can save me? I am in agony

“Ha. I am so bored Is there anyone who wants to play with me? It is so cold here”

This was apparently not her mother’s voice. It was so wicked!

Even though Shirley didn’t believe in ghosts or fairies. She broke into a cold sweat because she was

terrified.

She quickly grabbed her covers and hid under the covers, trembling with fear.

“Bless me. I have not done anything wrong. Don’t come for me!”

Not long after, the eerie voice disappeared.

Shirley heaved a sigh of relief. She was almost drenched in a cold sweat.

Her babies seemed to be affected as well, as she felt a slight spasm in her belly.

Shirley quickly covered her abdomen and comforted them, “Honey, don’t be afraid. Mom is here for

you. I’m very strong. No one will hurt you!”

Only then did the spasm stop.

“Such a coward!”

Shirley cursed.

She reminded herself that ghosts couldn’t hold a candle to wicked people!

Emboldened, Shirley plucked up her courage and got out of her covers.

Then, she was almost scared out of her wits, screaming.

“Ghost!”

Shirley saw a light shadow swaying outside the window. The bleak moonlight made the scene more

terrifying.

“Heavens bless me. Bless me.”

Shirley closed her eyes, as she repeated the words, her teeth chattering.

It turned out that the rumors were true. The Wilson’s house had been empty for so long that it was occu pied by ghosts who would sway back and forth and laugh sinisterly

This was her home, but it was impossible to live in such a terrifying environment

Shirley jumped out of bed, hoping to flee

But that shadow floated to Shirley with a whoosh. The pair of eyes hidden behind the black hair shot gl ances at Shirley. The ghost suddenly spoke something

“Ms. Wilson, is it you?”

The voice was hoarse, with a trace of excitement in it. The ghost approached Shirley.

Shirley was scared out of her wits, as she waved her hands and shouted, “You find the wrong one.

You’d better leave me alone. I’m not a pushover. If you cross my line, I will find someone to render you powerless and unable to reincarnate!”

“Don’t be afraid. Ms. Wilson, it’s me. I’m May! You often pestered me when you were little.”

The skinny “ghost” grabbed Shirley’s wrist with one hand and pushed back the long black hair that

covered her face with the other, revealing her pale face.

“May?”

Shirley stopped shouting and opened her eyes cautiously.

After seeing the face of the “ghost“, Shirley was so shocked that she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“May Thompson? How could it be you? Haven’t you…”

”

May used to be the housekeeper of the Wilson family. She was the one who had brought Shirley up.

To some extent, Shirley was closer to May than to her mother.

Even if the business of the Wilson family went bankrupt, her parents jumped off a building, and

countless creditors chased after Shirley to take revenge, May chose to stay at their house. In the

end, she was beaten to death by creditors and buried in a mass grave!

Of course, Shirley only heard the news after she got married.

By the time she got back to the Wilson’s place, it was too late. She went to the mass graves and

searched for three days, but she still could not find May’s body.

When she went back, Shirley fell ill and slept for nearly half a month. But even in sleep, she kept

muttering as if she was possessed.

It was at that time that Tracy said Shirley was ominous and would bring bad luck to the people

around her

Shirley had made up her mind that she would avenge May

Recently, Shirley finally found the culprits who beat May to death and was about to take revenge

Could it be that May knew what Shirley had been doing and showed up to cheer her up?

“Ms Wilson, don’t be afraid. I am not a ghost Look at me I’m warm. I’m still alive!

Afraid of scaring Shirley, May put Shirley’s hand on her forehead with a kind smite

Shirley could feel May’s body temperature. It was the temperature that only humans could have

“You are still alive. That’s great. May, you didn’t die!”

Shirley was so excited that tears rolled down her cheek.

She was over the moon to experience her loved ones becoming back alive.

“Ms. Wilson, look at you. You still like crying. Are you hungry? I can make you something delicious. Wha

May was always a giver. Taking care of the Wilson family, especially Shirley, was her lifelong mission an

May had waited for this day for four years!

“No, I’m not hungry, May. I am not in the mood of eating. I have too many questions. I need your answer

Shirley turned on the light and sat down with May on the sofa. Shirley wanted to know what happened a

“Okay. Since you want to know, I will tell you.”

May held Shirley’s hand, wiped her tears, and started to tell the story.