Online Psychic

y famous writer with a massive fanbase,

"Young lady, why are you scamming

ng? Are you talkin

hed theatrically. The live chat

a scammer? Mr. Tingey's a philanth

ands, don't you? More than one life. Tomorrow, the thirtieth,

eighty-seventh disciple

reaming industry was booming. My TikTok-obsessed master had a sudden

sted. "

y scruffy-bearded senior brothers. "Isn'

ranny, I reluctantly

ple trickled in, asking about their fortunes, and I

of people calling me a fraud

"Face-reading is

ied to connect live. "This better be

nt. "Sir, your current relati

re madly in love! I do everything for her, and she

ust a backup," I said, cut

t, his phone rang. It

how much my girlfriend loves me

re done. I'm sick of you buzzing around me like a fly. My da

hung

stunned. The chat ex

simp! Ha

d him in seconds. Is t

slap in the fa

disconnected the call and ask

ted with Eric, the writer who had

g I was young, he adopted a patronizing tone. "Young lady, w

irritation rising. "Scamming?

atically again. His fans, flooding into my

gey of scamming? Do you know

es the Celestial Office even accept women? Just stick to b

yes. Eric, seemingly pleased, made a h

orgive her mistakes. Young lady, are your parents neglecting you? Is that why y

t slimy, making

n his eyes stopped me. I spoke calmly. "Mr. Tingey,

room ex

n those who had supported me

e of murder without proof? Mr. T

d for three days. Someone that kind

gey's fame to go viral. Ma

. No one noticed Eric

ld open, they'll come for you," I added,

twenty-ni

eyes flickering with dark l

him had been at it for a whi

u talking about? What full moon? What revenge? It's the twenty-

denial, launched another w

tubb

"Haven't you noticed anything strange lately? Like a flowerpot nearly hitting you w

ace grew

the chat

Tingey's daily X posts ment

this scammer just s

that, you haven't been sleeping well, have you? Nightmares plague you, bu

mself to stay calm, but his voice cracked. "No! Nothing!

denyin

fe and death. Everyon

ight, at midnight, look in your bathroom mirror. You'll see your ashen face and the dark lines in your eyes, a sign of d

om creaked open. A faint, eerie wai

hair. He lunged at the desk, clutching his comput

ancing at Eric and

nded the

exha

master grinned at me. "My dear dis

ly sprinkled with a few flowers, then at my m

ping with menace. "Georgia, the fate of t

aid, nodding frantic

orry. I just lan

ne, I noticed Eric had sent me countless

ing. I started the stream, and Eri

, his face gaunt and haggard,

ter, please save me! Last night, I saw a baby by my bed! A skinless baby! It was licking my face! Blood every

g uncontrollably, his bloodshot eyes wide, his thro

lent for a momen

actually telling the truth? Does Mr. T

worthy. Maybe he did kill someone. His wife, whos

n all the charity Mr. Tingey's done? This could j

ced at

t it hadn't yet reached the crown of his h

that baby and wom

ing away, his voice unnat

oment. "Fine, I can help you, but you have to

anyone... I didn't kill anyone... Two years ago, my wife and I went on

nd chatted, but after a week, our food and water were nearly go

. No water left either. I decided to abandon th

dn't mean to leave her! If I hadn'

ue team. The moment I saw them, I begged them to save my w

ecovered and left the hospital, I was sorting through my wife's things. That's when I foun

ding the desk, co

interview back then? I remember him saying his wife i

ut a couple stranded in the wilderness? What if

truth? He was the only survivor

sly. Eric's face grew mo

The doorknob creaked as it turned, and a hollo