Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work - Chapter 150

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Even If I Fall Into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work Episode 150

Just now on the radio… did they call out the name of a ghost story talk show host I know well?

For a moment I thought I’d heard wrong. I think it’s a reasonable assumption since I was driving to a public cemetery at 2 AM with a ghost in my car while listening to the radio.

However, a voice came from the radio.

[Oh my, I’m overwhelmed by such praise!]

“….”

A voice I recognize.

[It’s truly wonderful to meet you. Dear audience members. I’ll tell you Brown’s story with all sincerity….]

I need to turn it off.

No matter how I think about it, listening to an A-grade or higher ghost story offering to tell its story ‘with all sincerity’ wasn’t a very good decision.

Especially when there’s a ghost sitting next to me….

‘Wait, that’s not right.’

Thinking about it in reverse, wouldn’t it be better since it would distract my attention…?

“Kekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekeke funny radio kekekekekekekeke”

…The passenger seat ghost is making laughing sounds.

It’s not actually laughing. It’s just mimicking onomatopoeia while making bizarre sounds like it’s mocking me….

Physiological fear.

‘Hah.’

I eventually stopped my hand that was reaching for the radio.

The soft-voiced radio host and the cheerful-voiced talk show host were having a conversation.

I focused my attention on that and continued driving while looking at the dark road.

[I heard that recently the Purgatory Choir sent special instruments to the midnight talk show’s band. There are rumors it was meant as an apology and thanks, is that true….]

The kind of Q&A you’d expect to hear when a famous talk show host appears on radio followed.

Recent updates, recent incidents, personal jokes, fans’ curiosities.

The format is typical. But if you listen carefully, it’s somehow twisted and chilling.

Unrealistic nouns and mismatched verbs strangely combine to say horrific things.

[Our next midnight talk show guest really delicately investigated which is the more fundamental organ of love between the head and heart. Their excision surgery skills are amazing! I absolutely must watch.]

[Oh, of course! Welcome. You can look forward to it even more….]

“….”

Cold sweat formed on my left hand gripping the steering wheel.

Before I knew it, the ghost was looking at me.

Staring.

It’s staring, at me.

“Excuse me… Are you enjoying this?”

“….”

“I asked if it’s funny”

“Ah, sorry. I was concentrating on driving so I was listening on and off… But they have good speaking skills.”

“Hihihihihihihihihihihihihi.”

I’m going crazy.

Even in the midst of this, the radio continues smoothly.

[The midnight talk show is always such an exciting scary enjoyable time, but when you’re not hosting the talk show, what kind of hobbies do you enjoy, Brown?]

[Ah! Hobbies… Piano, selecting good wine, bathing are always good companions in life. Choosing such inspiring hobbies is also an occupational disease of entertainers. And….]

[Conversations with good friends were also enjoyable.]

“….”

[Brown’s friend! Could we hear more details about that? A phone connection aaahhh or something….]

Good Lord.

[Oh my, sadly we’ve lost contact recently so unfortunately a phone connection would be difficult.]

[Oh dear, that must be very disappointing.]

[Ah, it’s a heart-wrenching disappointment! But fortunately….]

[I already know quite a few updates about my friend.]

My mouth goes dry.

“Excuse me.”

[It seems they participated in a barbecue event at a mart. And they bought one ugly doll. My goodness, such friendly and foolish activities. And….]

“It seems a bit noisy…. Please turn off the sound quickly.”

I tried not to let my hand shake as I reached for the radio.

[Right now they have glass attached instead of an arm!]

“….”

[Oh my, an arm made of glass! Isn’t it too fragile and difficult to move? Is this how I should say it please right?]

[Oh, that’s absolutely right. This Brown is very concerned…. Especially if a stupid and useless animal is attached to the glass as well!]

Cold sweat ran down my back.

[How foolish that….]

I barely managed to press the button.

Click.

“….”

“….”

The radio cut off and just as a moment of silence was about to arrive.

[…it was a decision, good heavens!]

The radio turned on by itself again.

[It’s truly regrettable that my friend can’t convey this message due to unavoidable circumstances that have cut off contact.]

“Why won’t the radio turn off, why are you so unfriendly? Hey, if you won’t turn it off, please let me out… I need to get out, and please open the door too…”

The ghost whispers.

“And please help me down, I can’t get out alone… I don’t have feet”

“…”

[Can we check if contact can be made?]

I turned my head.

Now I could see that the thing in the passenger seat had no legs.

To be precise, there were only cross-sections that looked like they’d been torn off completely at the ankles.

It was just pretending to walk with a limp using those.

“I can’t walk alone… I have to go with you”

Drip drip.

Blood was falling.

No, it seemed like it had been falling from the beginning.

Blood was now flowing out madly from under the thoroughly soaked passenger seat, wetting the entire passenger floor and overflowing.

It flowed to the driver’s seat, reaching my shoes and the pedals…

[Hmm, wait a moment.]

“…”

[There’s no need to check right now. My friend must be doing their best too.]

The voice deepened.

[Oh, the famous saying ‘Heaven helps those who help themselves’ comes to mind. Sentences with similar meanings have been passed down and used like magic across different cultures. In that sense…]

[My friend who is doing their best should also receive special help.]

The warm voice says.

[It’s okay to turn off the radio now, friend.]

“…”

[A customer has arrived.]

Screeeech.

I barely managed to step on the brakes.

I almost hit them.

‘Ha.’

A person’s hand was reflected on the windshield. A hand holding up a thumb as if hitchhiking.

The dokkaebi on my right arm made the same thumb shape and then lowered it.

‘No.’

Cold sweat ran down my back.

The radio… seemed to have been turned off accidentally while grabbing the steering wheel.

“Huh? It’s a person… is it a person?”

The ghost seemed to have turned its attention.

…To the potential passenger outside.

If there are passengers wanting to share a ride midway, it’s better not to refuse and quietly let them into the back seat.

Cases have been confirmed where ghosts get out following passengers when refused.

Tap tap, a hand knocked on the back seat window, then opened the door somewhat clumsily.

However, what you should be aware of is that passengers wanting to share rides have been witnessed several times to not be human either.

Since the taxi Agent-nim is currently driving has already become a supernatural phenomenon, please keep in mind that strange beings may board.

In this case, you may refuse for Agent-nim’s safety. Always remember. Your life comes first.

‘Ha.’

Please don’t get in and just go.

This car still had blood pooled all over the front seat floor.

If it’s an ordinary person, they’ll surely scream and run out, so even if I can’t refuse, they might leave on their own…

“Excuse me.”

“…”

A calm voice is heard.

“Um… is this the right way to do this… Please take me to KTX Seoul Station.”

…

Why is this person here.

The new passenger reflected in the front seat mirror.

Light-colored disheveled hair, pale and slender build, and a blank face that looked tired and bothered by everything.

‘J3.’

The Security Chief of Daydream Corporation was trying to get in the taxi with a voice that sounded bothered by everything…!

‘This is crazy.’

The Security Team could go out at night after sunset, but why is he in this mountain. And why Seoul Station of all places…

Is it because this taxi itself became a ghost story, so it’s drawing in contaminated people?

I don’t know, what’s important is… this.

-The Security Chief thinks I’m someone who died a month ago.

‘…Did he find out?’

Did he recognize me? No, with my hair hanging down messily and wearing glasses, plus only my back barely visible, the probability is low.

Calmly, calmly…

“Well, there’s a passenger who boarded first, so I need to take them to their destination.”

“I don’t mind…”

Even though the car must be thick with the smell of burnt incense and blood, the Security Chief’s voice was calm.

“Wow one more came one more. So good.”

“Ah, that’s a relief… Then I’ll get in…”

The Security Chief carefully sat in the back seat and closed the door.

“…”

“Um… why aren’t we starting…?”

Ha.

I started the taxi.

‘This is really driving me crazy.’

I follow the route again in silence.

-Speed camera zone ahead.

I slowed down.

“Please go faster….”

A monotone ghost’s whisper comes from the passenger seat.

I wanted to go fast as it said and escape this chilling situation, but I couldn’t.

If you violate traffic laws, the passenger ghost will clap its hands in delight and induce an accident. It intends to get out of the car afterward, so you must not comply.

Ha.

“…I might get a ticket, so please be patient for a bit.”

“….”

The long, drooping hair turned its head this way.

I felt its gaze.

“Excuse me.”

“Excuse me… go faster.”

“That thing is chasing us from behind, can’t you see it?”

“I can see it? Huh? It’s going to catch us… it caught us.”

Thud.

Red handprints appear on the passenger seat window.

Thudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthudthud

Red handprints appear on every glass window around us.

On the windshield too, on the rearview mirror too, sticky red color clumped together and blood dripped down.

…Into the car.

Then you realize.

These handprints aren’t being made from outside, but from inside.

Like hands pounding all around trying to get out.

“….”

Cold sweat ran down the back of my neck.

The ghost’s head in the passenger seat tilted to the side, tilted more, strangely, turning upside down, with its chin pointing up and mouth exposed….

“We want to get out. Go fast or we’ll get out, quickly, quickly run….”

“Ahem.”

Someone’s clearing throat was heard from the back seat.

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