The lights in the hotel suite switched off suddenly and the giant floating screen lit up showing a surface of a calm lake in the middle of the night. Wisps of mist wafted off the surface of the inky waters as eerie music played in the background rousing one's imagination.
Zi Han was already feeling a sense of unease. Licking his lips he pressed his back on the couch clutching the cushion in his hands tightly. The calm waters suddenly rippled and a head with patches of black hair slowly emerged. Zi Han's brow furrowed, his chest rapidly rising and falling. He knew what was coming but he couldn't help but feel frightened.
Soon a half rotten face with one eyeball hanging out of its socket appeared and with a loud shriek, the ghost crawled out of the water with its arms and legs bent crookedly.
"Shit," swore Zi Han as the ghost dashed toward the screen. Zi Han lifted the cushion and covered his face before the scene changed.
