The Ghost Lake's Rule: No Smiths, No Exceptions - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Everyone's faces went white as sheets as they looked toward the boat's edge.
"I don't see anything. You must be seeing things."
"Don't scare me—I'm a total chicken!"
The woman protested: "It's real! It was a hand, pale as death!"
Everyone's hearts started pounding as they looked again in the direction she was pointing.
One look was all it took—the next second, countless hands suddenly burst from the lake and grabbed onto the boat's edge!
Ghostly pale hands against the pitch-black boat created a horrifying, eerie image.
The boat immediately started rocking in the all-encompassing black fog, swaying silently like a cradle—but this cradle wasn't a safe haven for sleep.
"Ahhhhh—"
In an instant, everyone stumbled and ran toward the center of the boat, screams and sobs filling the air.
I jumped onto a seat in a few quick steps, pulled a bottle of holy water from my bag, twisted off the cap, splashed it toward the sky, and shouted—
"Back off!"
The holy water scattered through the air, falling from the sky onto the boat and landing on those hands gripping the edge.
One by one, two, three... all the ghostly pale hands retreated back into the water, and the black mist surrounding the boat completely dissipated.
"It's over! We're safe!"
Someone shouted joyfully, and everyone else sighed with relief.
"We're okay now, we're okay! That scared the hell out of me!"
"What the fuck was that thing..."
"Who said we're okay?"
My words cut through the chaotic chatter like a bucket of cold water dumped on everyone.
"I'm saying this one last time: the person with the surname Smith needs to step forward voluntarily, or everyone on this boat will die."
"Captain, what the hell is going on here?"
Someone couldn't help but ask, and everyone looked at me, waiting for my answer.
I took a deep breath, figuring at this point, there was no harm in telling them—
"There's a female ghost in Lake Lanier. She died with unresolved grievances and has become a vengeful spirit. In life, she had a grudge against someone named Smith, so anyone with that surname who enters this lake will die."
With that, I scanned their faces, trying to find any telltale signs to identify the Smith among them.
"Is this for real? Are there actually ghosts in this world?"
Some people didn't believe it, but others immediately argued back: "We all saw what just happened with our own eyes. You don't have to believe it, but we do!"
"Maybe the attraction is just putting on a show—some new horror entertainment experience?"
"That would be way too realistic."
"Stop talking about it, I'm really scared now!"
"Enough. I don't care if you believe it or not. Right now, the most important thing is finding the person named Smith so the rest of us can survive." I cut them off again.
Dex Callahan, the guy who'd caused trouble earlier, spoke up: "Why would finding the Smith make everything okay? Didn't you say anyone named Smith who crosses the lake will die?"
I snorted coldly: "Throw the Smith overboard, and everyone else will be fine."
Everyone exchanged glances, seeming uncomfortable with my ruthlessness.
Dex was even more outraged: "You're talking about murder!"
"I told you all when you boarded that people named Smith couldn't get on the boat. If someone chose to board anyway, that's on them. They want to commit suicide, fine by me, but they can't drag the rest of us down with them."
I looked around at everyone and continued: "You have a choice: die together with that person, or sacrifice them so you can live. Think about it carefully—you didn't do anything wrong. This is a disaster that's not your fault."
Everyone looked at each other and tacitly agreed with what I'd said.
People are selfish.
They wanted to survive, even if it meant sacrificing someone else.
Seeing everyone's silence, Dex got anxious: "Don't listen to her! If no one confesses, she'll die too. Look how calm she is—that means she definitely has a way to survive!"
Marcus looked at me after hearing this: "Freya, it's still a human life. If someone dies at our attraction, we'll have to pay compensation. Let's try to save everyone if we can."
I snorted coldly, brushed some dust off my sleeve, and said casually: "That female ghost is a thousand-year-old vengeful spirit. I'm just a girl in her twenties—what kind of power do I have to deal with her? At most, I can save my own life. I can't save anyone else."
Hearing my words, everyone completely panicked.
They'd thought we were all in the same boat, but now they realized I couldn't save them either. Another wave of terror spread through the crowd.
Even Marcus started getting scared: "Freya, just save me. I'm just trying to make a living. I don't want to die—I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Exactly, and it's not just you. Everyone else on this boat is innocent too. If that Smith hadn't insisted on boarding, you all would have had a smooth trip." I followed Marcus's lead and gave everyone one final warning.
The local middle-aged man suddenly got frantic, rushed to the center of the boat and shouted: "Smith, come out! You've gotten us into this mess—what kind of coward hides in the crowd!"
"Yeah, come out already, stop hurting people."
Others chimed in.
"So many lives are in your hands! Please come forward."
Dex stepped up again: "Don't listen to her, everyone. I think this is just a horror entertainment show. Besides, even if this is real, her holy water worked—you all saw that, right? She can save us. She's just trying to scare us on purpose!"
"I don't see anything. You must be seeing things."
"Don't scare me—I'm a total chicken!"
The woman protested: "It's real! It was a hand, pale as death!"
Everyone's hearts started pounding as they looked again in the direction she was pointing.
One look was all it took—the next second, countless hands suddenly burst from the lake and grabbed onto the boat's edge!
Ghostly pale hands against the pitch-black boat created a horrifying, eerie image.
The boat immediately started rocking in the all-encompassing black fog, swaying silently like a cradle—but this cradle wasn't a safe haven for sleep.
"Ahhhhh—"
In an instant, everyone stumbled and ran toward the center of the boat, screams and sobs filling the air.
I jumped onto a seat in a few quick steps, pulled a bottle of holy water from my bag, twisted off the cap, splashed it toward the sky, and shouted—
"Back off!"
The holy water scattered through the air, falling from the sky onto the boat and landing on those hands gripping the edge.
One by one, two, three... all the ghostly pale hands retreated back into the water, and the black mist surrounding the boat completely dissipated.
"It's over! We're safe!"
Someone shouted joyfully, and everyone else sighed with relief.
"We're okay now, we're okay! That scared the hell out of me!"
"What the fuck was that thing..."
"Who said we're okay?"
My words cut through the chaotic chatter like a bucket of cold water dumped on everyone.
"I'm saying this one last time: the person with the surname Smith needs to step forward voluntarily, or everyone on this boat will die."
"Captain, what the hell is going on here?"
Someone couldn't help but ask, and everyone looked at me, waiting for my answer.
I took a deep breath, figuring at this point, there was no harm in telling them—
"There's a female ghost in Lake Lanier. She died with unresolved grievances and has become a vengeful spirit. In life, she had a grudge against someone named Smith, so anyone with that surname who enters this lake will die."
With that, I scanned their faces, trying to find any telltale signs to identify the Smith among them.
"Is this for real? Are there actually ghosts in this world?"
Some people didn't believe it, but others immediately argued back: "We all saw what just happened with our own eyes. You don't have to believe it, but we do!"
"Maybe the attraction is just putting on a show—some new horror entertainment experience?"
"That would be way too realistic."
"Stop talking about it, I'm really scared now!"
"Enough. I don't care if you believe it or not. Right now, the most important thing is finding the person named Smith so the rest of us can survive." I cut them off again.
Dex Callahan, the guy who'd caused trouble earlier, spoke up: "Why would finding the Smith make everything okay? Didn't you say anyone named Smith who crosses the lake will die?"
I snorted coldly: "Throw the Smith overboard, and everyone else will be fine."
Everyone exchanged glances, seeming uncomfortable with my ruthlessness.
Dex was even more outraged: "You're talking about murder!"
"I told you all when you boarded that people named Smith couldn't get on the boat. If someone chose to board anyway, that's on them. They want to commit suicide, fine by me, but they can't drag the rest of us down with them."
I looked around at everyone and continued: "You have a choice: die together with that person, or sacrifice them so you can live. Think about it carefully—you didn't do anything wrong. This is a disaster that's not your fault."
Everyone looked at each other and tacitly agreed with what I'd said.
People are selfish.
They wanted to survive, even if it meant sacrificing someone else.
Seeing everyone's silence, Dex got anxious: "Don't listen to her! If no one confesses, she'll die too. Look how calm she is—that means she definitely has a way to survive!"
Marcus looked at me after hearing this: "Freya, it's still a human life. If someone dies at our attraction, we'll have to pay compensation. Let's try to save everyone if we can."
I snorted coldly, brushed some dust off my sleeve, and said casually: "That female ghost is a thousand-year-old vengeful spirit. I'm just a girl in her twenties—what kind of power do I have to deal with her? At most, I can save my own life. I can't save anyone else."
Hearing my words, everyone completely panicked.
They'd thought we were all in the same boat, but now they realized I couldn't save them either. Another wave of terror spread through the crowd.
Even Marcus started getting scared: "Freya, just save me. I'm just trying to make a living. I don't want to die—I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Exactly, and it's not just you. Everyone else on this boat is innocent too. If that Smith hadn't insisted on boarding, you all would have had a smooth trip." I followed Marcus's lead and gave everyone one final warning.
The local middle-aged man suddenly got frantic, rushed to the center of the boat and shouted: "Smith, come out! You've gotten us into this mess—what kind of coward hides in the crowd!"
"Yeah, come out already, stop hurting people."
Others chimed in.
"So many lives are in your hands! Please come forward."
Dex stepped up again: "Don't listen to her, everyone. I think this is just a horror entertainment show. Besides, even if this is real, her holy water worked—you all saw that, right? She can save us. She's just trying to scare us on purpose!"
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