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Fanfic Gintama Seven Day : Sakata Gintoki

Day 1 / 04

The silver-haired man’s shouting didn’t stop from the car ride all the way to the interrogation room. His voice echoed so loud throughout the Shinsengumi headquarters that everyone in the building turned to look.

“I didn’t do it, dammit! You can’t just arrest me like this! If you wanna arrest someone, go arrest that girl instead!”

“Well, well, if it isn’t the jack-of-all-trades,” Kondou greeted as he entered the room and plopped down in the chair across from him.

“‘Well, well’ my ass. Why the hell am I even here? I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“I’ll let you go,” Kondou said. “But there’s a catch.”

The moment Gintoki heard that, his expression darkened with frustration. “A catch? Are you serious? I’m already exhausted, nearly got myself killed, and now this? You guys are nuts! Count me out!”

Without a word, Hijikata set a laptop in front of him and turned the screen around. It displayed some sort of data in English—none of which made any sense to Gintoki.

“What the hell is this? What am I even looking at?”

“The people you encountered were members of a group called Elite. They originally started in Detroit, U.S.A. At first, they were just a small-time gang, hunting down and stealing the corpses of alchemic mages to sell on the black market. But eventually, they grew bigger and expanded globally—including into Japan.”

“Alche-what now?”

“Alchemic mages—people who use alchemic magic to transmute materials into weapons or objects.”

“Wait a minute, Ogushi-kun, are you saying these Elite guys are hunting down alchemists just to sell their powers on the black market?”

“Exactly.”

“Are you kidding me? What, did I wake up in some kind of Fullmetal Alchemist crossover? Should we go drag in the Elric brothers to take care of this or what?”

“Enough with the crap, already!” Hijikata snapped. “Bottom line: you’re helping us take down the Elite.”

Gintoki slammed his fist on the table. “Are you freaking insane?! Who in their right mind would risk their life over crap like this?! Just working enough to pay rent every month is already killing me. Now you want me to go up against people who can blow someone up with magic in a blink? With just a damn wooden sword? You’d have to be a total idiot!”

“Five million,” Kondou offered, his voice calm.

Gintoki squinted at him. “Five million yen? For risking my life? Yeah, no thanks.”

“Five million dollars.”

That currency change brought everything to a screeching halt. Gintoki froze. His mind spun. He raised a hand, doing some mental math. Five million dollars… that’s 761,424,990 yen.

He stared at the air for a moment, imagining the mountain of cash that figure would become. Then, after a dramatic pause—

“Heh. You think you can tempt someone like me with that kind of money, huh? Hah! As if I’d fall for something like th— Alright, fine, I’m in! Only an idiot would turn down that much!”

“Great,” Kondou said, handing over a stack of documents. “Here’s the contract. You’ll need to sign it.”

Gintoki took the papers. They were all in English. Not that he couldn’t read it—he could, just enough to get by. He squinted at the lines.

Official Employment Contract

Detroit Magical Police Department, USA & Shinsengumi Police Division, Japan

I, Sakata Gintoki, hereby agree to enter into an official employment contract with the Detroit Magical Police Department, United States of America, and the Shinsengumi Police Division, Japan, for the mission to track down and capture members of the ELITH organization.

The agreed-upon compensation for this task is $5,000,000 USD.

Contract Duration: One month.

If the terms of the contract are fully fulfilled within the specified time, full payment will be issued immediately.

Failure to comply with the terms will result in immediate termination of the contract, and no compensation will be provided.

In the event that the contractor is injured or deceased and can no longer carry out the mission, a compensation package will be provided to the family:

Injury compensation: $1,000,000 USD

Death compensation: $20,000 USD per month for 40 years

Signature of Consent: _______________________

After reading every single line, he realized the contract duration wasn’t long, and the compensation was more than reasonable. If he survived, he’d receive a whopping 5,000,000 dollars.

He picked up the pen, signed the contract, and handed it back.

“Happy now?”

“Good. Here.” Kondou handed him a photo.

It was a picture of a woman with sharp features, black hair with white inner highlights, and striking gray eyes—so beautiful she almost didn’t seem real.

“This woman’s name is Saya Richelle. She’s currently being hunted by the Elite because she possesses immense power—both in weapon magic and transmutation alchemy. Normally, people can only use one type of magic. At most, they can wield one or two magical weapons, and as for transmutation magic, only one element per person. But Saya… she’s different. She can use an unlimited amount of both weapon magic and transmutation magic.”

Hearing that, Gintoki furrowed his brow. What the hell is this? Am I in some fantasy world like Fairy Tail or something?

“So she’s that strong, huh? Then why do you need me to help her?”

“Saya’s always worked alone. If someone helps her take down the enemy, things will be faster and easier.”

“And what about you cops? Why don’t you help her yourselves?”

“We can’t get involved directly. You know as well as I do—they’re high-level mages. If we go up against them head-on, we’ll all die for sure.”

“And what about me? I’m just a regular guy, man! I’m alone out here. If I go up against them, I’m dead meat!”

“Who said you’d be fighting?” Hijikata exhaled smoke from his lungs and gave a smug smile. “Someone like you? You’re the perfect decoy.”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!”

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Fanfic Gintama Seven Day : Sakata Gintoki

Day 1 /03

He kept walking through the narrow alleys of Kagurazaka, searching high and low for C-Kids, but no matter where he went, it was nowhere to be found. Exhausted and completely out of steam, Gintoki let out a deep sigh and yelled out loud:

“I can’t take this anymore! C-Kids, where the hell are you?! Just show up already!!—URGH!!”

The words had barely left his mouth when something suddenly came crashing down from above, slamming him into the ground.

“What the hell?!” Gintoki twisted around to see what had landed on him—only to freeze in shock. It was a woman. A real, unconscious woman, covered in blood, with crimson trickling down from her head.

“WAAAAAAAHHHH!!! What the hell is this?! Why is there a corpse falling from the freaking sky?!”

Granny’s words from earlier flashed through his mind.

Wait… Could it be—

No way! No freakin’ way! A corpse is supposed to be my soulmate?! That’s insane! Not funny! WHO THREW THIS CORPSE DOWN HERE?! GET OUT HERE AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!

Just as he was shouting his lungs out, a group of men in suits appeared and surrounded him.

“Was it you guys?! You threw this body down here, didn’t you?! Take her back! Do you have any idea how much that hurt?! My bones might be cracked, man! You better pay for this!”

“Hand the girl over. Now,” one of them said in English. Gintoki furrowed his brow. He understood them just fine—annoyingly so—but he was more bothered by the strange, almost unnatural aura these people gave off… and the “corpse” still draped over his back.

“Hey, look, I don’t wanna be involved in this. If you want her, come get her. I can’t even move, dammit.”

He replied in English, thinking that might settle things—but nope. One of the suited men stepped forward, raising a hand. A glowing magic circle began forming in the air.

Crap, he thought. I’m gonna get hit. But just as the spell was about to launch, a small bloodstained hand reached around from behind him and gently covered his eyes.

Explosions followed. Loud booms and bloodcurdling screams erupted all around, nearly deafening him. But Gintoki wasn’t scared. No, at this point, he just wanted one thing:

“Hey. I don’t care if you’re fighting or blowing things up or whatever. But can you please take your hand off my eyes? I can’t see.”

He tried peeling the small hand off, and finally managed to free himself—just in time to see the girl who had fallen from the sky slowly rising and staggering away.

Wait—rising?

Gintoki’s eyes widened. The “corpse” was up and walking.

She had long black hair with white inner highlights, swaying as she stumbled down the alley. He only caught a glimpse of her from behind.

But when he turned to look around…

His second shock of the night hit even harder. The alley had turned into a warzone.

The suited men were all dead—or worse. One had been impaled straight through the chest. Another was stuck to a wall, skewered by some kind of sword. Someone’s head had literally exploded.

Before he could process anything, police sirens blared. The Shinsengumi squad, led by Okita Sougo, arrived and immediately moved to arrest him.

“Whoa, HEY! What the hell?! I didn’t do this!!”

“Sorry, boss,” Okita said, as casual as ever. “But you’re covered in blood, and you’re the only one here. So just give up and come quietly. I wanna eat ramen.”

“Like hell it is! Sougo-kun, seriously—I didn’t do any of this! It was that girl! The one who fell from the sky! She’s the one who did it!”

“Oh, really? Funny, I don’t see her anywhere,” Sougo replied nonchalantly. “Anyway, you can tell your story later.”

“No, dammit! I’m telling you I didn’t do anything!! You can’t just arrest me like this! Hey! At least listen to me!”

Gintoki kept shouting, but Sougo shut the car door without a second glance and drove off, leaving the silver-haired man screaming in the backseat.

“Captain Okita, what should we do with the bodies?” Sougo casually scanned the carnage around him, then pulled out his phone and sent a message.

“Let them handle it.”

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Fanfic Gintama Seven Day : Sakata Gintoki

Day 1 / 02

His two feet trudged along the road, not forgetting to stop by every bookstore he could find, but no matter where he went, there wasn’t a single limited edition C-Kids issue in sight.

He sighed for the hundredth time. Tired, hot, and about to breathe fire at this point. How on earth could a single C-Kids issue be this hard to find?

“Damn it~ C-Kids, where the hell are you? Please just come out already!”

“Still the same as always, huh, Gintoki?” A familiar voice made Gintoki turn around, and he saw none other than Katsura Kotaro, his former comrade from the days of fighting foreign invaders.

“What’s with you, Zura? And what’s with that outfit? Are you cosplaying or something?”

“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura-go-chan!” Gintoki casually eyed Katsura’s cosplay, not paying any attention to the protest about his name being wrong. The guy was dressed in a school uniform that clashed with the well-toned muscles he had.

“Since I’ve run into you, here,” Katsura said, pulling something out of his basket and shoving it into Gintoki’s hand.

“What is this?” Gintoki flipped it over to find it was a bar of soap with a cute little note stuck to it.

‘Come join us at the ROSERIAN club!’

“I heard you’re still single, so I wanted to help my friend—Ugh!”

Before he could finish speaking, the soap was shoved into his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground immediately, with Katsura walking off without sparing him another glance, leaving his friend lying there on the ground, completely ignored.

His legs kept moving, step by step, but the energy was starting to drain from his body. Why—just why was it so damn hard to find?! Ugh…

“Young man.” A drawn-out voice called out, and Gintoki turned to see an elderly woman in a tattered dress.

“You talking to me, granny?” he asked, pointing to himself. The old lady slowly walked over and gently grabbed the edge of his shirt with her shaky hands.

“Do you know which way the mochi shop is?”

“Uh… I guess I can take you there.”

Gintoki crouched down to let the granny climb onto his back before starting off. They wandered around in circles, asking random people for directions to the mochi shop, but no two answers matched up. Gintoki was starting to lose hope.

“Granny, seriously… you don’t remember where the shop is at all?”

“Hmm… Oh! I remember now. It’s over there.”

“Where’s ‘there,’ exactly?”

“Right there, that way,” the old woman said, raising a trembling hand to point across Kabukicho—toward a block of tall buildings on the other side.

Gintoki let out a long, tired sigh, swearing silently in his head.

“Just take me there, would you, dear?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll take you,” he replied, resigned.

Step by step, his legs pushed forward with growing heaviness and fatigue, until they finally arrived. The moment he lowered the old lady to the ground, Gintoki collapsed into a sitting position, completely wiped out.

They had arrived in Kagurazaka—the neighborhood of the wealthy and elite.

“Thank you so much, young man. You’re really a kind soul.” Gintoki took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart from exhaustion.

“By the way, young man… you’ve got quite a nice face. How old are you?”

“Twenty-nine,” he replied.

“Hm? Still young then.”

“You think I’m young?” Gintoki raised an eyebrow and looked at the old lady, clearly surprised. “You’re the first person who’s ever called me that.”

Usually, all he ever heard was how old he looked. So hearing the opposite was more shocking than comforting.

“Do you have a boyfriend, granny?”

“Hahaha! I used to, but he’s passed away,” the old woman laughed heartily, while Gintoki just gave a dry, awkward chuckle.

“Don’t you get lonely, granny? I mean, your husband’s gone and all.”

“At first, yeah, it was lonely. But you get used to it. I can talk to the neighbors, and there’s the internet now, right? When I get lonely, I just go online and mess around. Hahaha!”

Gintoki looked at the cheerful way she talked, but he could see it—the way her eyes gave her away. Those eyes said she was lonely, no matter how much she smiled.

“Why not try finding a new boyfriend?”

“Oh, please. At my age? I could drop dead any day now. Just watching the kids run around before I go is enough for me.”

“You really don’t stress about anything, huh.”

“What’s the point of stress? It doesn’t change anything. Can’t take it with you when you die.”

“So… how did your husband die?”

“He was sent off to fight in the war to drive out the foreigners. Got killed on the battlefield.” Gintoki sat there in silence, listening to her speak. He didn’t say a word.

“But I’m proud of him. He died for his country. That’s enough to make me happy.”

“I’m sure your husband’s happy for you too, Granny. Happy that you’re still able to smile like this… even if your body’s ready to call it quits any day now.”

“Hahaha! Is that so? You’re pretty sharp with words, aren’t you, young man?”

The old lady pushed herself up from the bench and stretched her stiff joints, then handed something to him.

“What’s this, Granny?”

“A love charm.” Gintoki looked at it—it was a small white jade bracelet.

“If you wear this, the heavens will send your soulmate to you.”

“From the heavens? What, are they gonna kick her down from the clouds or something?”

“You’ll see soon enough, young man. Well then, I’m off.”

She gave his shoulder two pats and started walking away, leaving Gintoki standing there in confusion.

“Hey, Granny! You can’t just leave me hanging like this!”

He sighed, still baffled by the whole encounter, before tucking the bracelet into his yukata.

Whatever. There’s no such thing as a soulmate falling from the sky anyway.

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Fanfic Gintama Seven Day : Sakata Gintoki

Day 1 / 01

“Two Taiwan teas and one rose tea. That’ll be five hundred and thirty yen.”

A thick hand moved expertly over the cash register, punching in the numbers like he’d done it a hundred times before.

“Please have a seat and wait a moment — I’ll bring it over. Shinpachi! Order’s up!”

Sakata Gintoki turned to start preparing the drinks with practiced ease.

The doorbell kept chiming nonstop until Shimura Shinpachi finally had to come out and help take care of the customers himself.

Today, Café Feratila was unusually busy. To make matters worse, every regular staff member had taken the day off, leaving the shop manager no choice but to call in the Odd Jobs crew for help.

At first, it was total chaos — I had to teach them how to make pastries and drinks. You could say it gave me a major.

Luckily, Gintoki and Shinpachi caught on fast, so it wasn’t too bad. But Kagura… teaching her was almost the death of me.

Work kept moving along smoothly. Even when the place got packed with customers, it never got so hectic that they couldn’t keep up.

“Can I place an order, please? Oh, hey, Boss?” A familiar voice made both Shinpachi and Gintoki turn around.

“Oh, it’s Okita-kun. What’ll it be? Wanna buy in bulk for the Shinsengumi?”

“Sounds good, Boss. I’ll take twenty sets of everything. Just bill it to Hijikata Toshiro.”

“You got it. Go grab a seat — I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

“Roger~” Gintoki handed the order off to Shinpachi before getting started on the massive drink set Okita had ordered.

Since it was a pretty big batch, he had to call in the shop manager to help out. Just then, Kagura, who had just finished serving dessert to a customer, spotted Okita lounging around on his phone.

“Oi, why you come here, ah?” she asked, squinting suspiciously.

“Why shouldn’t I be here? I’m a customer too, aren’t I?” Okita replied without looking up. Kagura tilted her head, hand on her hip.

“I no wanna say this, but I see your face and I wanna puke already, ya know?”

“Oh, don’t act like I’m the only one who can’t stand looking at your face, ya little punk. Ya dried seaweed noodle girl.”

“What did you just say?! You sadistic little punk!!!”

Before she could finish her sentence, Kagura immediately swung a punch toward Okita. And of course, someone like Okita Sougo wasn’t about to back down — he started to swing back, but both of them had to stop in their tracks. The one who stopped them? The oldest and wisest person in the shop.

“Hey, hey! This is a shop, not a battlefield. If you wanna fight, take it outside!”

The two kids continued to shout insults even as they were pulled apart, which made Gintoki sigh in exasperation.

“When the hell are these two gonna stop fighting? I’m starting to get really annoyed…”

“Boss, we’re in trouble! We’re out of flour!”

“Tell the manager. What do you want me to do about it?”

“Nishino went out for an errand. He won’t be back until closing time.” Hearing this, Gintoki sighed again.

“What kind of manager is this? Leaving his staff to handle everything on their own? Next thing you know, they’ll be robbing the place.”

After finishing his words, Gintoki grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled down a list of items that were out of stock, then handed the money and paper to Kagura.

“Go buy it. Make it quick.”

“Got it, Boss!”

“Just hand them the paper, don’t go picking things out yourself.”

“Got it, Boss!” Kagura grabbed the paper and money, then dashed out of the shop in a flash. Gintoki returned to his work, focusing on his orders.

“Oh, by the way, Boss, have you run into any weird people in black outfits lately?” Okita came over and sat at the counter, casually asking the still-busy Gintoki.

“Yeah, I’ve seen one. Right there,” Gintoki said, pointing at Okita sitting at the counter.

“Hey, don’t lump me in with them. The only weird one here is Hijikata.”

“Oh, really?”

“So, have you seen any, Boss?”

“Nope. Why do you ask? Are they thieves or something?”

“Not exactly. Let’s just say they’re really dangerous. They have elemental magic powers, and they’re after someone right now.”

“Oh, really? Sounds super scary,” Gintoki said, dramatically throwing in some exaggerated gestures—though, in truth, he didn’t care one bit. It had nothing to do with him, so why should he bother?

“Well, if you do see them, just let me know.”

“Sure. But it’ll cost you.”

“Charge Hijikata for it.”

After more than an hour of nonstop order-making, the trio from Odd Jobs finally finished. They loaded the entire order into the café’s delivery van, making sure to wave at the manager, who had just returned from his errand.

“We’ll head out now.”

“Good luck out there. Oh, and I already transferred the payment—don’t forget to check.”

“Thanks a lot. We’ll head out now to make the delivery.”

The pickup truck rolled down the streets of Edo with a light hum, the sound of foreign pop music playing softly from the radio.

Shinpachi kept checking the inventory in the back while Gintoki focused on driving.

In just fifteen minutes, they arrived at the Shinsengumi headquarters. Gintoki expertly backed the truck up and parked neatly right in front.

“Ah, hey there, Boss. Here to drop off the order?”

It was Yamazaki Sagaru, the Shinsengumi’s undercover specialist, greeting them as soon as the Odd Jobs crew stepped out of the truck.

“Yep. Since we’re here, how about giving us a hand?”

“Sure thing, Boss. Hey, guys!! Help carry this stuff to the mess hall!”

As the Shinsengumi members began unloading the food, Gintoki scanned the area casually—clearly looking for someone.

“Hey, where’s your boss?” Gintoki asked.

“You mean Hijikata-san and Kondou-san? They’re out on patrol. Should be back soon,” Yamazaki replied.

Just then, the sound of a car pulling in from the front gate made everyone turn. A familiar patrol car drove into the compound, the window rolling down smoothly.

“What are you guys doing here?”

Hijikata leaned out from the driver’s seat, eyeing the stack of food containers being unloaded from the truck—nearly all of it gone from the back now.

“And what’s all that?”

“An order, obviously. Since the mighty demon vice-commander is here, why don’t you go ahead and pay for it too?”

Gintoki handed over the bill with a grin. Hijikata took the receipt and began scanning through the numbers—only to leap out of the car in shock.

“What the hell is this?! Why the hell am I the one paying for all this?!”

He didn’t just shout—he flung the bill to the ground in frustration.

“No way in hell! I didn’t even order this! Why should I have to pay for it?!”

“Oh? Ohhh? Is Ogushi-kun trying to dodge the bill now? That’s pretty irresponsible, don’t you think? Might have to report this to the police.”

“I am the police!!” Hijikata shouted, veins nearly popping.

“What’s with all the yelling out here—oh hey, it’s the Odd Jobs gang.”

Kondou Isao stepped out from another patrol car and walked toward them. Gintoki casually picked up the receipt and handed it over.

“Look, your guy here ordered all these drinks and now refuses to pay. That’s a lot of stuff, you know. If you don’t pay up, we’re gonna go out of business!”

“Really? Alright, I’ll pay—”

“No, Kondou-san, you can’t!” Before Kondou could even reach for his wallet, Hijikata stepped in to stop him.

“We didn’t place the order. Why the hell should we pay for it?”

“Oh come on, Ogushi-kun, if you’re not gonna take responsibility, maybe just stay quiet, yeah?”

Gintoki said while lazily picking his nose—and without a care, he flicked it straight at Hijikata’s chest.

“You bastard!” Hijikata lunged forward, grabbing Gintoki by the collar.

“First you try to scam me, and now you’re flicking snot at me?! I should throw your ass in jail!”

“Huh? And what exactly are you gonna arrest me for, huh? For asking you to pay for your drinks?”

Gintoki smirked. “Let me tell you something, oh mighty Demon Vice-Commander—we’ve got solid proof that your lackey placed the order and signed for it. Not to mention, we’ve got three witnesses ready to testify. Now tell me—who’s really in trouble here?”

That smug grin spread across Gintoki’s face as he stared Hijikata down in triumph. Hijikata, left speechless, did the only thing he could—he chucked Gintoki straight into the koi pond nearby.

“GIN-SAN!!” Shinpachi cried out and rushed over to help pull his soaked boss out. Hijikata straightened his uniform with a smug look of his own.

“Hmph. That’s what you get. Know your place, Shiroyasha. You think you can mess with the vice-commander of the Shinsengumi and not get burned?”

But Gintoki wasn’t about to let it end there. Dripping wet, he slowly rose from the pond, glancing left and right before grabbing a large lotus leaf. Without warning, he flung it straight at Hijikata’s unsuspecting face.

“Hah!! What now, huh?! Arrest me if you can, you stinkin’ rotten mayo freak!!”

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME, YOU SNOW-HAIRED BASTARD?! Don’t you dare insult the sacred mayonnaise! Like your precious sweet red bean paste is any better!”

“Yeah, that’s right! It’s great! Ever heard of fine cuisine? That’s what Gintoki serves. Your dog food doesn’t even come close!”

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, YOU WHITE-HAIRED BASTARD?!”

“Can you both just stop already?!”

Shinpachi tried to intervene, but as always, it was pointless. These two never missed a chance to start a fight every time they met.

“Come on now, don’t be like that,” Kondou chimed in cheerfully. “You’re both grown-ups. How about spreading a little love instead?”

“Yeah, seriously—wait, why are you naked again, Kondou-san?!” Kondou stood tall, hands on his hips, beaming with pride.

“It’s a symbol of true masculinity!”

“Symbol, my ass!! The only thing you’re showing off is your—!!!” WHAM! A flying kick to the jaw shut him up instantly.

“Hey, Akinpachi. This bubble tea’s super delish, ya want some?”

Kagura popped up out of nowhere, holding a cup of bubble tea that was clearly from the order they’d just delivered.

“That’s not ours, Kagura-chan!! Ughhh, I’m gonna lose my mind!!!” Shinpachi sighed so loudly it made Kagura glance over.

“What’s wrong, Ah-Shinpachi? You constipated?”

“No… just glad this madness is finally over.”

With the job finally done, they could finally head home and sleep to their hearts’ content.

A large hand reached for the stereo, turning on some background music as they drove back to the shop. Gintoki hummed along, clearly enjoying himself behind the wheel. Kagura glanced over at him before blurting out a question.

“Hey, Gin-chan, how old are you this year?”

“Huh? Why? You planning to use my age to buy a lottery ticket or something?”

“Just asking, that’s all.”

“Twenty-nine. Happy now?” Gintoki replied, eyes still on the road.

“That old already? When are you gonna get yourself a girlfriend?” The question made Gintoki shoot her a side glance, sighing, before knocking her gently on the head.

“‘Old’? Watch it. The word you’re looking for is ‘seasoned.’”

“Ow!”

“You know,” Shinpachi added, “a lot of girls actually like you, Gin-san. Why not give one of them a chance?”

“What’s with you guys all of a sudden? If someone’s gonna show up, they’ll show up. Simple as that.”

He turned his gaze back to the road, brushing off the topic with practiced ease.

He’d lost count of how many times people had asked him the same thing—Get a girlfriend, Go on a blind date, Settle down already. Honestly, it was just annoying. It wasn’t like he hadn’t met anyone he liked—he just didn’t care. And when you don’t care, you just let it slide.

The van finally pulled up in front of the shop. Gintoki parked in his usual spot and leaned casually against the car, waiting while Shinpachi ran inside to deliver and collect the payment.

“All done,” Shinpachi came back with a thick stack of cash in hand.

“I’m gonna run this to the bank real quick.”

“We can do that later, can’t we?” Kagura tilted her head.

“No way. If we don’t put it in now, someone’s gonna ‘borrow’ it all away. I’ll go ahead—Gin-san, Kagura-chan, you guys can head back.”

“When did you become my boss?” Gintoki scoffed, lightly chopping Shinpachi on the head out of habit. “Whatever. If that’s all, I’m outta here. Gotta go hunt down that limited edition C-Kids issue. Later.”

With that, Gintoki turned and walked off, leaving Kagura and Shinpachi watching his back as he disappeared down the street.

“Hey, Shin-pachi…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Gin-chan’ll ever get a girlfriend?”

“…I dunno. Probably not.”

“Really? Poor Gin-chan. Guess he’s doomed to die single.”

“I think we should be more worried about ourselves. We don’t have anyone either.”

“No one wants you, that’s why.”

“What did you say?! Like anyone wants you either, Kagura-chan!”

“Say that again!!”

And just like that, the two of them started bickering again, walking off side by side in their usual squabbling way—completely unaware that their beloved boss was about to walk straight into a fate far bigger than any of them could imagine.

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Hello readers, Today, we're returning to the realm of horror stories just like before. The tale I'm about to share involves someone close to me – my younger brother, Tim. Tim is someone who doesn't believe in ghosts at all. Every time someone tells him a spooky story, he'll dismiss it as nonsense or just laugh it off.

Until one day, if I remember correctly, it was probably during the Songkran Festival, which is a major holiday. In the late afternoon, after we returned from making merit at the temple, my mother, grandmother, Tim, and I sat down to eat together as usual. While we were eating, my grandmother suddenly spoke up.

"Tim, today I met Sorn. She came to tell your grandmother that during this period, you may be down on your luck, so she advised you to ward off bad luck."

Surely, Tim, upon hearing something like that, didn't believe it, as usual. Tim turned away from his plate of rice and spoke to his grandma.

"Come on, Grandma, it's just a load of nonsense. Those fortune-tellers only come around to scam money. What bad luck? They just make up stories to earn some cash, that's all."

Mom and Grandma sighed with disappointment, as besides the fact that Tin wouldn't believe it, he also had a bad mouth.

As time passed, it was time for Tin to go to work in another province. This time, he had to travel far to the southern region. On the day of the journey, I remember it was Friday the 13 th, which, according to superstition, is considered an unlucky day. While originally a belief held mainly by Christians, many Thai people also believe in this superstition.

On that day, before setting off, we went to drop Tin off at his company. Before boarding the car, my mother handed something to Tin, which was an amulet of a revered monk from a famous temple. Surely, someone like Tin, who had never believed in such things, was not convinced. Tin returned the amulet held by my mother's hand before saying.

“No, Mom. Keep it," Tin said.

"Why, dear? You've been down on your luck lately. At least wear it," my mother replied.

"Down on one's luck, what's that, Mom? It's just a superstition. I must go now," Tin said before leaving.

As hours passed, Tin arrived at his destination. Throughout the day, he went about his work as usual. His job as a civil engineer required him to oversee construction sites. While Tin was discussing work with his team, he caught a glimpse of something passing by outside the window. However, he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was just some workers from the site.

As the clock struck eleven, Tin and his colleagues headed back to their accommodation. Tin's lodging was a modest hotel, neither luxurious nor shabby. Tin took a shower to prepare for bed. While lying down on his bed and browsing his phone, he suddenly heard running water coming from the bathroom.

Tin decided to get up from the bed and investigate. He walked into the bathroom and found that the faucet in the sink was turned on. Tin quickly shut off the water before returning to bed. He remembered clearly that he had turned off the faucet before leaving the bathroom earlier. He didn't pay much attention to it.

On the second night, Tin continued to work as usual. While he was inspecting the site, a large piece of metal fell near him. Luckily, Tin managed to dodge and wasn't injured.

Shortly after, others arrived and gathered around the accident site, assisting Tin and escorting him to rest in the office room. At that moment, Tin's heart was pounding heavily. If he hadn't dodged in time, he would likely have been crushed by the falling metal.

After returning to the accommodation, Tin reversed his car into the parking spot before reaching for his belongings from the glove compartment. He walked towards his room, his gaze inadvertently catching sight of a black cat sitting directly in front of him, staring back. Tin stared back at it with a stern expression. Tin didn't particularly like cats; in fact, he hated them. Since childhood, he had been bitten by a cat on his right arm, which left him with a lasting dislike for them.

The black cat stood up and walked straight towards him. Tin took a step back and tried to shoo it away.

"Shoo! Go away, far away!"

The black cat kept approaching until it came close enough to brush against Tin's leg. Startled, he accidentally kicked the cat that was clinging to his leg, causing it to bump into the nearby shrine and knock over the offerings onto the floor.

"Meow!!"

The black cat writhed and struggled in distress, while Tin continued to strike it repeatedly, not stopping until the cat's cries grew weaker and it finally went limp. Seeing that it had stopped moving, Tin let out a sigh and dropped the pipe to the ground before turning away, ignoring whatever fate may befall the cat.

Tin hurriedly finished his shower and rushed out of the bathroom to investigate the noise. As he emerged, he caught sight of something darting past the doorway from the closet out onto the balcony. It was a shadowy figure resembling a cat, but it moved so quickly that he couldn't be sure.

Tin walked out onto the balcony to check but found nothing. He walked back into the room, preparing to go to bed.

As the night wore on, while Tin was drifting off to sleep, he heard a faint sound approaching his ears. Startled awake, Tin looked around the room and spotted something on top of the wardrobe. It was a shadowy figure resembling a person sitting cross-legged in the wardrobe. He braced himself, reaching out to turn on the bedside lamp, but the light wouldn't come on.

Tin still believed that the dark shadow on top of the wardrobe was a person, but it wasn't anything like what he thought, not even close.

Tin got up from the bed, stood facing the object on the wardrobe, and spoke to it without any fear.

"Who are you and how did you get into my room?"

The black shadow did not respond to Tinn's question. It remained silent. As Tinn began to reach for the phone to call the hotel staff for assistance, he heard sobbing coming from behind.

Tinn placed the phone down before slowly turning around. The black shadow turned to face him, revealing clear white eyes, before it let out a piercing scream and lunged towards him, causing Tinn to collapse to the floor.

The black shadow pressed down on him, almost immobilizing him. Its face slowly moved closer and closer until he could see those eyes. But what startled him the most was that those eyes were unlike any human's, they were large, white orbs with elongated, cat-like pupils.

"YOU KILLED ME! YOU KILLED ME!"

The black shadow emerged with a painful cry. Suddenly, images flashed in his mind. It was the scene from earlier that evening when he had killed a cat right in front of the hotel's shrine. The image made him realize immediately that the figure in front of him was that very cat, the black cat he had just killed.

In a split second, as Tin was still in shock, the black shadow screamed and recoiled before lunging forward, grabbing Tin's shirt collar, and forcefully slamming its head against Tin's, hard.

"ARGH! LET ME GO!"

Tinn screamed in pain as the black shadow continued to relentlessly pound him with its head and then both arms on his abdomen and waist. He struggled desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. Eventually, the black shadow stopped its assault before fading away.

In the morning, his coworker came to his room looking for him as he hadn't shown up for work. They were immediately shocked to find him in a condition soaked in blood, lying still on the floor, his breathing shallow and motionless.

The coworker took Tin to the hospital for treatment. The doctor explained that Tin had suffered severe head trauma, with fractures and damage to internal organs, leaving him in critical condition. The doctor also said that Tin's chances of survival were very slim, and even if he did survive, he would likely not be able to lead a normal life due to the destruction of nerves and vital organs.

At that time, my mother, relatives, and I worked together to find a doctor who could treat Tin. It took us over a year to find one, and we spent over a million baht for his treatment. Fortunately, Tin had enough money, so the financial impact wasn't too severe.

After Tin recovered and returned home, as the doctor said, he couldn't lead a normal life like others. His body and brain were severely affected, resulting in paralysis, and rendering him unable to help himself. Moreover, whenever he saw a court official or a cat, he would experience extreme fear to the point of losing consciousness. I believe this could be the consequence of his past actions. He would have to endure the consequences of his deeds until his death.

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Horror Story 2 Friend falls while fishing in the early morning darkness.

The loud ticking of the clock woke me up. I reached out to switch on the light above my bed and glanced at the clock hanging at the end of the bed. The clock hands indicated that it was half past two. I got out of bed to shower and get dressed, preparing to go fishing. Once I finished getting ready and gathered my gear, I headed out of the house immediately.

          It took only five minutes to get from my house to the river. I parked the car neatly before grabbing my fishing gear from the vehicle. I walked down the bank of the river before laying the gear down on the grass. I picked up the bait to prepare for baiting the hook. Once everything was ready, I moved closer to the riverbank before casting the fishing bait into the water.

          After finishing baiting, I turned to prepare my fishing rod. While getting the fishing rod ready, I swept my gaze around the dark, serene surroundings, illuminated only by the light from nearby lampposts. Perhaps it was because it was around 3 a.m., it looked eerie but not surprising.

          I cast my fishing rod into the river before placing it on the ground and tying the line to a stick stuck in the ground to prevent the rod from moving. I repeated this process until everything was set up, then sat on a water bucket to wait.

          Meanwhile, I played some music to prevent the surroundings from being too quiet. I sat humming to the tunes, waiting for the fish to bite while observing the riverbanks. This river was a popular spot for fishing enthusiasts to gather and catch fish, mostly from the early morning until dusk. Unlike others, I chose to come during the dark morning hours because, at this time, there were no crowds and no need to compete with others. Additionally, any fish caught during this time had to be sold by 7 a.m., so I chose the pre-dawn hours to ensure my catch remained fresh.

          After several minutes, the fish began to take the bait on my fishing rod. I managed to collect the caught fish and put them in the prepared water bucket. Then, I turned to change the bait for the next round of fishing. While I was preparing the fishing rod, my eyes caught something under the bridge across the river. I glanced at it, resembling the silhouette of a person standing under the bridge, and then it suddenly disappeared.         

I hesitated for a moment, swallowing nervously. I grabbed the flashlight and aimed it at the post under the bridge before cautiously approaching. I shone the flashlight around, and suddenly, someone emerged from behind the post. He was a middle-aged man, slightly taller and paler than me, wearing a patterned shirt.

“What are you doing here?”

My voice trembled. I stared at the person in front of me, from head to toe. He appeared to be just an ordinary person, nothing like a ghost or anything. He must have been someone who lived nearby or came here to fish, just like me.

"I came here to fish."

Breathe a sigh of relief. I walked back to where I was, with the man following closely behind me. I sat down on the ground, and he settled nearby. Glancing at him surreptitiously, I decided to break the silence.

"I'm Pan. What's your name?"

"I'm Singh."

"Do you live around here?"

"Yes, I live here."

"Here?"

Before I could speak, the sound of splashing water in the river caught my attention. It seemed like the fish had taken the bait. I rose from the ground and went to the spot where I had set the bait. Pulling up the line, I found only one fish hooked on the bait. I put that fish into the water bucket before casting the fishnet out again.

I walked back to my original spot and glanced at Singh standing by the riverbank. I didn't pay much attention, thinking he was probably fishing just like me.

As time passed, I picked up my phone to check the time. It was now half past 4 a.m. I glanced over at Singh; he was standing still by the riverbank. Suddenly, he walked into the water without saying a word.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

I shouted and walked straight towards Singh, but it seemed like he didn't hear me. I walked closer, trying to reach out to him, but the closer I got, the further he seemed to move away.

I walked after Singh until I was in water up to my waist. Suddenly, Singh stopped and stood still before disappearing into the water in front of me.

"Singh!! Singh!"

I yelled Singh's name repeatedly before deciding to dive underwater. I tried to forget about searching for Singh underwater, but the darkness prevented me from seeing anything beneath the surface.

I emerged from the water and turned left and right to search for Singh. Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze on the back of my neck. Slowly, I turned around and found Singh standing behind me. His face was pale, unlike when we first met.

"Singh, what are you doing? You scared me,"

I turned to speak to him but hesitated when I saw that his condition had changed drastically. Singh looked like a dead man the condition became sluggish., with sunken eyes that seemed to have been gnawed by animals. At that moment, I was terrified before regaining my composure and quickly running ashore. However, Singh grabbed my leg and pulled me back into the water. I struggled desperately to escape death until I finally managed to break free. I rushed into the car and tried to start it, but the engine wouldn't turn over. I struggled with the key several times until, finally, the car started. I shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator, leaving that spot immediately without caring about the fishing equipment I had left behind.

I drove out while glancing at the rearview mirror from time to time, thinking I had escaped for sure. I took a deep breath of relief when I didn't see him following and turned my focus back to the road. But then, I was wrong. Suddenly, Singh stood in front of the car, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, causing me to instinctively swerve and dodge. The black pickup truck veered off the road before crashing into a large tree with tremendous force. My head hit the steering wheel hard, and to make matters worse, the tree fell on top of the car.

I crawled out of the car, barely able to move due to the immense pain. With almost no strength left, I decided to lie down beside the wreckage of the car. With blurred vision, I could see some people standing not far away. I vaguely remembered that one of them was Singh.

"Singh, I've never done anything to you. Why did you have to do this to me?"

Singh stood still, not responding to me, but instead walked closer to me. He stopped, looking at me lying there silently from the pain. I realized then that Singh wasn't human. He was a ghost. I admit, at first, when I found out he wasn't human, I was terrified. I ran away without thinking about my life at all. But even then, I still considered him my friend, even though we had just met.

"I don't know what you're angry or seeking revenge for, but if I've done something wrong or hurt you in any way, I apologize."

I spoke with a final burst of energy before everything faded away.

When I woke up again, it was morning at the hospital. My wife told me that around 5 a.m., someone found me by the river where I went fishing. They said a man was wearing a dark-patterned shirt, with pale skin, who helped park my car and mentioned that someone had crashed into a tree nearby. However, by the time they arrived at the scene, the man was gone.

I pondered over what my wife recounted and strongly suspected that the person who helped with the car must have been Singh. I thought he must have felt guilty and sought someone else to assist me instead.

After leaving the hospital, I returned to the riverbank once again and accompanied Invite the monk, to perform a ceremony to release Singh's spirit. While conducting the ritual, I saw Singh too. He stood in the river before gradually fading away.

"He's gone now."

I rose from the ground before turning to speak to the venerable monk.

"That's right, Venerable Monk. From now on, he won't have to linger in the cold anymore."

After completing the ceremony, I prepared to return home. Suddenly, there was a faint call for me. I turned to look at the river but found nothing but emptiness. It wasn't hard to guess that it was probably the last farewell from the lion spirit, thanking me.

"Go to a better place, Singh. Perhaps one day, we will meet again."

I said, concluding my thoughts before turning back home immediately. Had I not come here several days ago, I wouldn't have encountered the Singh. I believe the harm he inflicted on me was out of fear of being captured or erased, but I hold no grudge against him. I still think he was just waiting for someone to come and set him free from this cycle.

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Horror Story 1 filth-eating spirit’ Grandma Saen

Hello, dear readers! Welcome back to our post. This is our first post, and it's quite a lengthy one. Today, I had the opportunity to visit relatives in another province in the northeastern region. It made us reminisce about an eerie event that has become somewhat of a local legend around here.

Going back several years, if I recall correctly, at that time, I was around 8 years old. My family and I traveled to the northeast to visit relatives, taking advantage of the coinciding holiday. Additionally, since our grandmother was unwell, we saw this as an opportunity to visit her. The journey from Bangkok to our grandmother's house took almost a day due to the heavy traffic on this holiday.

Around 5 p.m., we arrived at a sub-district, which is the location of our grandmother's house. Before heading home, we stopped by a temple, situated about 3 kilometers before reaching our grandmother's house. This temple is renowned in the province, with a spacious area that could accommodate hundreds of cars. We spent about half an hour paying respects to the Buddha and then continued our journey to our grandmother's house.

As we were enjoying the scenery on the way, our attention was drawn to something unusual. An elderly woman, wearing a checkered shirt and a dark red floral-patterned headscarf, was walking slowly along the roadside. She had red socks and moved with a slow, deliberate pace near the Football field. Our gaze followed her, and as I passed by, she gradually lifted her head, revealing a smile, and seemed to be waving at us. At that moment, fear overwhelmed us, and we quickly averted our eyes, not wanting to engage with whatever or whoever she might be. Initially, I thought about telling our parents, but a sentence from our grandmother popped into our heads: ‘If you encounter a ghost, don't interact with it.’

As a child at that time, I was too scared to determine if it was a ghost or a real person. In the end, I chose to remain silent, not wanting to frighten our parents.

Upon arriving at my grandmother's house, I greeted the elders as usual. After helping with unloading the belongings we brought, I came downstairs to play with Din, the 6-month-old Golden Retriever, in the sandpit beside the house, just like every time. I played with Din for about an hour until the sky began to darken. My grandmother then came downstairs, signaling for both Din and me to come inside the house.

"Sai Din, it’s time to go upstairs."

When Din heard my grandmother calling, it perked up and wagged its tail, rushing inside the house immediately. As for me, I stood up, brushed off the sand clinging to me, and started walking towards the house. While I was about to ascend the stairs, my gaze inadvertently caught something at the back of the house. I halted, attempting to squint and get a better look. It was the tip of a dark red floral-patterned bag, seen briefly before I tried to focus my eyes. However, once I realized what it was, there was nothing there anymore.

Despite being a curious child, the combination of curiosity and suspicion almost led me to investigate. However, my grandmother called out to me, asking me to come inside, before she walked back to usher me into the house.

As time passed, it became late into the night, around three o'clock, almost four o'clock. Everyone in the house started going to sleep, leaving only me still seated, engrossed in reading comic books. While reading, I suddenly felt the need to use the restroom. I placed the comic book on the bed and carefully slipped from the mosquito net. Slowly descending from the bed, I walked to the door and opened it as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing anyone who might be sleeping.

Entering the late night, it was past three o'clock, nearly four o'clock. Everyone in the house had started to sleep, leaving me still seated, engrossed in reading comic books. While reading, I suddenly felt the need to use the restroom. I placed the comic book on the bed and carefully slipped from the mosquito net. Slowly descending from the bed, I walked to the door and opened it as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing anyone who might be sleeping.

Once everything was in order, I walked straight to the back door, gently opening it with the utmost care to avoid making any noise, allowing me to access the bathroom located at the back of the house.

As I emerged from the house, my eyes scanned the surroundings. The atmosphere in the middle of the night was silent and pitch dark. There was only a faint flickering light, a solitary lantern, providing minimal illumination. At that moment, I contemplated running back inside, calling my father to keep someone company. However, due to the intense urge to relieve myself, I decided to quickly walk towards the bathroom to take care of things and then head to bed.

Upon reaching the bathroom, I slowly opened the door with the utmost care, using my hand as quietly as possible. Since the door was made of galvanized steel, I was afraid that any loud noise might wake someone in the house. However, as I gently opened it, I began to hear some faint noises coming from outside the bathroom.

It was the sound of a rooster crowing, echoing as if it were about to be slaughtered. At that moment, I was quite scared and thought of hurrying to open the door to enter the house. However, I hesitated when my peripheral vision caught sight of something outside the bathroom. A flickering red light was not far away; it moved incessantly. With a mix of fear and curiosity, I chose to step back from the door and climbed up onto the toilet bowl to peek through the ventilation gaps of the bathroom, trying to see what that red light was.

The red light wasn't far from the bathroom, but due to the darkness and the fact that the light seemed to be in the forest, I couldn't see the details. I strained my eyes, trying to focus, but the red light began to move again. It floated closer until I could see the face of a woman. The face of an elderly woman with long, disheveled hair, her mouth covered in red stains resembling blood. What was more shocking was that she only had a head and entrails!!!

At that moment, I was so shocked that I couldn't do anything right. I immediately realized that what I was seeing was not a human for sure, but rather a filth-eating spirit! As soon as I understood that I was facing something supernatural, tears started flowing uncontrollably, and my body trembled with fear. Despite being terrified, I tried to gather my composure because I didn't want to end up consumed like those.

As I began to be conscious, I instinctively lowered my head before scanning for a hiding spot. Exiting the bathroom at this point would likely result in an encounter, so I looked around and noticed a transparent basin nearby. Behind the jar, there was a space where I could crouch down and hide. Without hesitation, I swiftly crouched down behind the basin, making sure to grab the basin lid to cover myself from above.

The scream sounds drew nearer, accompanied by the ominous red light, until it eventually halted outside the bathroom. I cautiously peeked through the gap between the jar, only to find the filth-eating spirit peering through the ventilation holes, its eyes sweeping the room. Simultaneously, it emitted a scream relentlessly. At that moment, fear overwhelmed me to the point where my consciousness almost slipped away entirely.

The agonizing scream persisted, intensifying as if drawing closer. I sat huddled, my face buried on my knees, attempting to stifle my sobs and prevent the cries from escaping. Desperately, I covered my ears tightly, determined to shield myself from that haunting scream. The red light continued to seep through the ventilation holes, casting an eerie glow. Eventually, the light disappeared.

I slowly raised my head and peered through the concealed opening. It seemed that the filth-eating spirit had departed. Despite this, I remained seated, hesitant to move, fearing it might return. I decided to stay put in that spot throughout the night.

I didn't know when I had fallen asleep when I woke up in the morning. The shouting from outside woke me up. I raised my head and got out of my hiding place, opening the bathroom door to find my mom. I hurriedly ran to hug her, ready to burst into tears. Mom carried me into the house before explaining to her everything.

As I finished telling the story, everyone looked shocked and seemed disbelief, except for my grandmother, who had a calm expression, as if she already knew that something like this would happen. She walked straight to me, touched my head, and then placed a Buddhist talisman around my neck.

"Put on this Buddhist talisman, it will protect you from harm."

I glanced at the Buddhist talisman hanging on my neck, wiping away the tears before composing myself. At that moment, I didn't know what else to do other than to believe in what my grandmother said and try to carry on with life as usual.

Over the past two days, I continued to stay at my grandmother's house. However, since the incident, I didn't venture out alone anymore. One day, on a Buddhist holy day, my family and I went to the temple to make merit, and then returned home. On that day, I tried to live a normal life until nightfall.

Around 9 PM, I was sitting in my room reading comics. During that time, I heard a knocking sound from outside the window. Despite being frightened, I decided to cautiously approach the window and lean out the window. As soon as I peered out, the filth-eating spirit appeared right in front of me. I was startled and quickly pulled my head back into the room, but it was too late. The spirit used its leg to trap me. I was terrified and screamed very loudly, but no one seemed to hear me. Eventually, a filth-eating spirit pulled me out through the window.

My body was dragged along the ground, and I desperately tried to use my hands and arms to find something to hold onto. However, due to its minimal force, I couldn't grasp anything. I was dragged until I came to a stop in a certain place. I looked around and saw that it resembled a wooden platform in the middle of a forest. The filth-eating spirit hovered around its body, emitting a disturbing scream sound. I cried and screamed in fear.

"Let me go!!! Please!!" But the more I screamed, the louder the filth-eating spirit wailed. It floated closer until its face was almost touching mine, and it slowly licked my face before screaming once again.

At that moment, I thought I was going to die, so I chose to close my eyes before hearing some strange sound getting louder.

Bang!!

The sound of a gunshot intensified along with the howling of the filth-eating spirit, before there were loud voices of several people, causing me to open my eyes again.

"I told you. it must be you, Saen."

The middle-aged man in a white outfit, resembling an exorcist, along with three others, one of whom ran in to carry me out of that place.

" You asked for it! Well, then, die right here and now!!!"

Cleanse this wretched spirit! By the power vested in me, I banish thee!" The exorcist chanted as he lifted a shotgun and fired a magic-infused bullet directly into the heart of the filth-eating spirit. The spirit writhed in pain, then collapsed to the ground, motionless. Seeing the spirit subdued, the Exorcist approached, performed a ceremonial ritual, and uttered more protective spells to prevent the filth-eating spirit from rising again. He then turned to address his henchman.

"You two come with me. And you, stay with kid" the Exorcist commanded, dividing the group into two.

The exorcist led the way up the stairs. They disappeared for a moment before emerging with the familiar bodies of some people. As soon as the spiritless corpse was laid on the floor, I cried out again because the body was headless and covered in fresh red blood. I, who witnessed it, screamed, and raised my hand to cover my eyes. I tried to forget it, but until today, that image remains vivid, etched in my memory.

Exorcists began the ritual by placing the body and the head in the pit they had dug. Then, he took out a scalpel, recited a magic spell, and stabbed it into the center of the heart of the lifeless body of Grandma Saen. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, accompanied by the howling of dogs echoing through the forest. At that very moment, the filth-eating spirit rose with a terrifying scream, even more horrifying than before.

The filth-eating spirit, Grandma Saen, swiftly attacked the henchmen of the exorcist, causing them to fall into chaos. While I was trembling, the filth-eating spirit, Grandma Saen, lunged at me, using entrails to handle my leg floating up from the ground. I screamed in fear, attempting to squirm free, but no matter how much I struggled, it seemed to tighten its grip even more each time.

“YOU ARE SO STUBBORN!!”

The Exorcist cursed at the filth-eating spirit Grandma Saen, continuously insulting her, before grabbing a knife and chanting a magic spell. He then threw the knife, stabbing it into the heart of Grandma Saen. During the moment when Grandma Saen screamed in pain, it caused me to be cast down to the ground before rolling and colliding with a nearby tree.

“ARGH!!!!!!”

The red light from Grandma Saen's heart gradually dimmed until it extinguished, and her head slowly fell to the ground. Shortly after, the red light that had been flickering also faded away, leaving Grandma Saen with only her head and intestines motionless on the ground.

“It's finally over.”

The exorcist spoke before walking over to pick up Grandma Saen's head and placing it in the pit where the lifeless body lay. I was lifted from the ground by one of the Exorcist's henchmen, who then walked towards the spot where the exorcism ritual was taking place. The exorcist performed the ritual, reciting magic spells, and then sprinkled something over it before burying it.

After completing the ritual, the Exorcist led us back to the house. Upon encountering each member of the family, they were all shocked and immediately inquired about the events that had unfolded. The exorcist narrated the entire story to our family before presenting me with an amulet.

"This amulet, you must never take it off, as it will help protect you from harm and prevent any evil from harming you again."

At that time, I didn't believe much, probably because I was still very young. However, due to the fear of the recent incident, I dared not take off the amulet until now.

          ***the filth-eating spirit is One type of ghost that is believed to inhabit women. It removes its head and intestines to search for food, particularly the contents of a mortar, during the night. The intestines emit a glowing light.