"Hahaha..." Derek's ghostly clone cackled menacingly. The clone had already cast a soundproofing spell over the bathroom, ensuring no matter how much Johnathon screamed, no one could hear his cries for help.
Unaware of the ghost's laughter behind him, Johnathon continued shouting for a while before falling silent. He could hear his parents talking and laughing in the living room, but no matter how hard he banged on the door or yelled for help, they didn't respond. This filled him with deep confusion and fear.
As the living room noises grew fainter, slower, and more distant, Johnathon's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Hahaha..." The ghost's chilling laughter erupted again, sending shivers down Johnathon's spine. Spinning around, he noticed that the blood in the bathtub was overflowing, forming claw-like patterns on the sleek bathroom floor, creeping toward him.
"No, no, no!" Johnathon bolted toward the sink, desperate to escape the encroaching claws. Suddenly, an icy hand gripped his ankle tightly, causing him to stumble and fall to the floor.
"Think you can run from me?" Derek's ghostly clone hissed, its voice sharp and piercing. The clone savored the eerie perfection of the scene, imagining how spectacular it would be in a horror movie.
Playing ghost is so fulfilling, Derek thought. But this guy's tolerance is insane—still no signs of wetting himself? Time for the lights-out trick.
Suddenly, the bathroom lights flickered off, plunging the room into pitch darkness. The ghost's other icy hand latched onto Johnathon's free ankle.
"Please, I admit my guilt! Just spare me! I'll turn myself into the police tomorrow!" Johnathon begged, kicking desperately to free himself from the spectral grip.
"Oh? What crime are you confessing to?" Derek's ghostly clone pressed, its voice sharp and ghostly.
"I shouldn't have pushed you off the building and lied, saying you jumped because you couldn't take it anymore. Sarah, it was a moment of madness. I regret it so much. Please forgive me!" Johnathon's voice trembled as he wept.
"A moment of madness, huh?" Derek was stunned to discover that Johnathon had committed murder—and gotten away with it.
"I shouldn't have squeezed your oxygen tube in the hospital, robbing you of your chance to survive…" Johnathon confessed, voice quivering with guilt.
"You heartless monster…" Derek finally pieced the story together.
"It was all Sarah's idea! She convinced me to lure you to the rooftop. I was foolish—seduced by her while you were pregnant. I should never have cheated on you…" Johnathon sobbed uncontrollably, spilling all his secrets.
Moments later, the bathroom lights flickered back on. Johnathon, now trembling and pale, noticed that his ankles were free and the bathtub was empty—no blood, no ghost.
The bathroom appeared completely normal, though eerily quiet. Johnathon, visibly shaken, glanced around nervously before fumbling with the door handle again. It remained locked.
Tentatively, he approached the tub, pulling the curtain aside to reveal… nothing. No blood, no ghost.
Was it all a hallucination?
But then Johnathon felt a heavy weight pressing on his neck and shoulders, making it hard to breathe. Frantically patting himself, he found nothing there.
Walking toward the mirror above the sink, he noticed it was fogged up. Swiping his hand across the glass, he finally saw the horrifying truth.
The ghost from the bloody bathtub was now perched on his shoulders, her pale, blood-covered face grinning wickedly, her white eyes staring back at him through the mirror.
"I'll be with you… forever," Derek's ghostly clone whispered in an eerie, bone-chilling tone.
With a thud, Johnathon collapsed onto the bathroom floor, a faint smell of urine filling the air.
"Mission accomplished. The target has wet himself. Master, our mana reserves have increased significantly, and our experience points have grown," Derek's ghostly clone reported cheerfully before returning with Derek to his bedroom.
"That's it?" Derek asked, still unsatisfied.
"What more do you want?" the ghost clone replied.
"He killed someone! He pushed his wife off a building and then suffocated her in the hospital. Isn't scaring him into wetting himself too lenient?" Derek said righteously.
"The entire mission was recorded and stored in the Ghost Leaderboard system. You can transfer the footage to your phone or anonymously post it online. No one will know it was you," the ghost clone suggested.
"Really?" Derek pulled up the Ghost Leaderboard and found the recording. The video showed Johnathon pacing the bathroom in terror, screaming and talking to himself. The ghost and supernatural phenomena were invisible to the camera, making it look like a madman's confession.
"Perfect!" Derek used the leaderboard's anonymous posting feature to upload the video online, tagging the local police department, provincial authorities, and several influential social media figures.
"A true hero rights wrongs and punishes the wicked!" Derek proclaimed with a proud smile.
"With great power comes great responsibility. As righteous ghosts, it's our duty to scare those who've escaped justice into facing their sins," the ghost clone said smugly.
"What's next?" Derek asked eagerly.
"You can freely create ghost domains now! Consume mana to pull targets into a 10-minute-long first-level ghost domain. It's a powerful tool for scaring and collecting fear energy," the ghost clone explained.
"Free ghost domains? Scare anyone, anytime? This is amazing!" Derek exclaimed. Finally, I can mess with whoever deserves it—and get paid for it too!
"Additionally, excess mana can be converted into cash. Every casting of the 'money-making spell' can generate a few hundred dollars."
"So, I can quit my job and live off this? Amazing!" Derek said, counting imaginary bills with glee.