My Life in Wednesday With a Vampire System

Chapter 152 151 : Almost Possessed

In Ophelia Hall, the room was quiet, the kind of stillness that settled deep into the walls once everyone had gone to sleep.

Enid lay curled in her bed, breathing steady, completely unaware.

The door moved.

It eased open on its own, just enough to let something pass, then closed again with a soft click that barely disturbed the silence.

A moment passed.

Then the mirror on the wall gave a faint, sharp sound, like glass under pressure, not breaking, just… reacting.

The books on the table shifted next.

One of them slid slightly, then stopped, before its cover slowly lifted on its own, pages turning without touch, stopping at no clear place.

The air in the room changed, just a little at first, then heavier, like something settled in. Something moved near Enid's bed, not footsteps, not a sound—just something there.

It circled slowly, unseen but deliberate, the mattress dipping just slightly at the edge, as if something had leaned in, close enough to watch.

Enid turned slightly in her sleep, shifting deeper into the blanket as the presence near the bed moved closer, something unseen leaning in as if reaching for her.

The air tightened around her.

Just before it could touch her, red mist formed above her, not drifting but gathering with intent, cutting into the space between her and whatever was there.

The presence recoiled.

The mist snapped toward it.

A sharp, tearing scream ripped through the room, "KRRRRAAAHHH—!", distorted and uneven, like something being dragged apart instead of just crying out.

The windows rattled hard, glass vibrating with a harsh CRACK—CRRK—, thin fractures spreading along the edges.

The sound slammed into the walls, echoing back in a low, warped hum.

Enid's eyes snapped open as she jolted upright, a breath catching in her throat as the last of the scream faded into a strained, lingering sound, her heart racing while she tried to understand what had just happened.

"Wednesday, is that you?" she asked, her voice unsteady as she pushed the blanket aside and got off the bed.

She glanced toward the other side of the room.

Wednesday's bed was empty.

"Ethan, if this is another prank, I don't like it," Enid said, trying to sound firm, but the tension in her voice gave it away.

A murmur answered her.

It came from somewhere in the room, low and broken, like words forcing their way through something that wasn't meant to speak.

Enid snapped her head toward the sound and reached for the switch, her hand hitting it quickly.

The light didn't turn on.

The room stayed dark.

The voice came again, clearer this time, stretched and uneven.

"…You… are… perfect…"

Enid's throat tightened as she took a step back.

"…and that man… wouldn't… dare… make a move… on us… if we take you…"

Her breath hitched.

"Who is 'we'?" she said, the words coming out thinner than she intended.

She turned quickly and moved toward the door, her hand reaching for the handle as panic started to push past her control.

The handle didn't move.

Enid pulled harder, panic rising as the door refused to open, like something on the other side was holding it shut.

The voice came closer.

From inside her head.

"…join us…"

It slipped through her thoughts, slow and invasive, not loud but impossible to block.

"…let me in…"

Enid froze, her breath catching as her vision blurred for a second, pressure building behind her eyes like something was pushing inward.

"No—no, stop—" she said, her voice breaking as she backed away from the door.

The whisper didn't stop.

It repeated, overlapping, fragments stacking over each other until it became a constant noise, filling every gap in her mind.

Her hands flew to her ears as she dropped to the floor, trying to shut it out, her body curling in on itself.

"Stop it—please—just stop—!"

Then—

The door opened.

The sound cut off instantly.

Enid stayed where she was for a second, breathing hard, her head still ringing from where the voice had been.

She looked up.

Ethan stood in the doorway.

The moment she saw him, something in her snapped back into place, and she pushed herself up quickly, closing the distance without thinking as she grabbed onto him.

She didn't hold back.

Her arms wrapped around him tightly, her grip firm, almost desperate, like letting go would bring it back.

"That wasn't funny," she said, her voice uneven, not angry, just shaken. "If that was you, I swear I'm not talking to you for a week."

"Umm… I don't know what happened," Ethan said, looking at her properly now, checking if she was actually hurt. "But I'm sure I'm not responsible."

He came here because the protection he had placed on Enid had triggered.

"Really?" Enid asked, looking up at him, not letting go yet.

"Yeah," he said. "So what happened?"

Enid pulled back slightly, still holding onto him, her expression shifting as she tried to explain it without sounding crazy.

"There was something here," she said. "A voice… it was in my head, and it tried to—" she paused, then said it anyway, "—possess me."

There was a brief silence.

Then footsteps.

Wednesday stepped in from behind, her gaze moving once across the room before settling on Enid.

"A ghost is unlikely," she said calmly. "More consistent with a demon."

She paused, then added,

"A goat-associated one."

Enid blinked at her, her expression flattening.

"Of course it is," she muttered, already tired of it. "Why wouldn't it be."

She looked between them.

"Is this happening again?" she asked. "What is it this time?"

Ethan let out a small breath, not even trying to soften it.

"It's literally the gates of hell."

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