The girlfriend who has been with me for over a year turns out to be... a ghost?!?

To be honest, she really is an attractive woman—beautiful, well-shaped, and very sensible. She knows how to be filial to both sides of the family. But after knowing her for one year and four months, I still decided to break up with her. The reason is that there were just too many things about her that I couldn't figure out. Strange things. Let me first tell you how she was different from others: 1. She never mentioned her family, friends, or social life to me, and I had never seen her with any other friends. Her phone contacts only had my number and nothing else. Not to mention someone calling her. During the whole one year and four months, I never heard her phone ring. 2. Every month, she would disappear for a day, until 8 a.m. the next morning when she would call me on time. 3. She ate very little—actually, almost nothing. During the entire time we were together, we never ate a meal together. When we were together, if I said it was time to eat, she would say she wasn't hungry. When apart, if I called her to have a meal, she would say she had already eaten. Only if I bought some snacks and brought them to her rented place would I see her eat a little symbolically. 4. Her skin was exceptionally nice—fair and translucent all over, with no blemishes on her face—but she never had any skincare done. I remember one time, I accidentally smashed a beer bottle, and broken glass splashed onto her leg, causing a lot of bleeding. But she insisted on not going to the hospital, saying it was nothing, just a scratch, and it would heal in a few days. Yet surprisingly, her leg didn't leave any scars. 5. She didn't work, didn't go online, didn't entertain herself, and hardly ever went out shopping. She stayed at home all day, doing who knows what. One night when I went to see her, I found the lights off in her house and thought she wasn't home. I called her, and it turned out she was inside. I asked why the lights were off, and she said she was asleep, yet I couldn't sense that she was even sleepy. There are many more strange things about her, but I won't go into them here. The main purpose of writing this post today is to vent, not to scare anyone.In short, because of her weirdness, I finally broke up with her. She was unwilling, but my mind was made up. I only remember that at the end she said, 'You will regret this.' If I had known that my life would turn out like this after the breakup, no matter what, I would never have initiated the breakup. The first time I felt that my life was disrupted was in the second week after the breakup. I clearly remember that day had good weather, with not a cloud in the sky. I went to work in the morning. When I got to the office, I found my colleagues all covering their noses and avoiding me from a distance. I smelled myself, but there was no odor at all. Yet my colleagues kept avoiding me. Even Aunt Yan, who cleans the office, walked around me. Just like that, I was on pins and needles sitting in the office all morning. After work, I hurried home. But as soon as I entered, my mom quickly pinched her nose and asked me what was wrong, why did I smell so bad?I smelled again but still couldn't detect any strange odor. Yet my mom was very certain that the smell was coming from me and told me to take a shower immediately. I could only go to the bathroom and wash meticulously, but my mom still said I smelled. Confused, my phone rang—it was her calling. On the phone, she said she was the one who did it and told me to come back to her; otherwise, she would make me stink like this forever. I was really furious at that moment. But I had no choice, so I tried to reason with her, saying that if she liked me, she shouldn't do this. She wouldn't listen and insisted that if I didn't return to her, she would continue, making me unable to meet anyone. In the end, I could only say I needed some time to think and would respond after deciding. She said that was fine, but during this time I absolutely could not contact other women; otherwise, it wouldn't be so simple. After hanging up, I really didn't stink anymore. I thought this could calm the situation, but unexpectedly, the nightmare had just begun. Breaking this quiet was only a small matter. I work at an advertising company, and that day the boss handed me a project to handle, so I scheduled a meeting with the client for that project. The client was a woman. Because the project was quite big, in the next few days, I had more interactions with this female client. But unexpectedly, trouble came. That night, just after having dinner with the female client and returning home, my phone rang. As soon as I answered, she spoke rapidly: 'Aren't you just supposed to be thinking it over? Who is that woman? I said this time it wouldn't be so simple. You will regret it!' I wanted to explain something, but she had already hung up. I have a very stubborn temper, so I didn't call her back because her tone had already angered me. It's no big deal; at worst, it's death. But I didn't expect the one to suffer this time wasn't me, but the female client. I received news of her accident the next day when I went to work. That day, when I arrived at the office, the boss told me the project didn't need to be done. I asked why, and the boss said the client's house unexpectedly caught fire last night, and no one survived. Hearing that, I felt an immediate headache. After the boss left, I immediately picked up my phone and called her. I asked if she had done it. She said yes. I asked why she did this.She said it was because she loved me. She didn't want to see other women with me. I told her she was just my client, and besides, that person was already married. How could she possibly have an ambiguous relationship with me? She said she didn't care; she just couldn't bear to see me with another woman. I asked her, 'Aren't you afraid of the police?' Her answer made me break out in a cold sweat. She said, 'You don't need to ask about that; the police can't do anything to me.' I hurriedly asked her what she actually was—was she human or a ghost? I began to suspect that she wasn't human! Her answer was rather strange; she said, 'Of course, I'm human. How could I not be human? Only you humans think such nonsense every day.' I slammed the phone down. My heart started beating irregularly, and then I made a decision I would deeply regret. I decided to find someone with magical powers to help me. In fact, I had been well-educated since childhood and, before encountering this situation, I absolutely did not believe in gods, ghosts, or anything like that. And those so-called people with magical powers, in my mind, were all just charlatans. But after experiencing this, I began to believe. Oh, right, I had thought about calling the police, but they didn't believe me at all and even said I was mentally ill. I remembered that when my mother was sick, many hospitals couldn't cure her. Later, through a recommendation, we went to a well-known psychic, and her illness was finally cured. So I decided to find him. When I found him, I had a sense of being swindled. He just looked like an ordinary old man and was even less energetic than some elderly people. But one thing he said restored my trust in him. He said, 'Young man, don't be troubled. Some things that have already happened are not within your power to change. Just go with the flow.' Although his words were quite ambiguous, I certainly believed him at that moment because of my mood. I asked him if he could help me. He smiled and said, 'I can only communicate with spirits; I am powerless in your matter. I can only advise you to take care of yourself.' I panicked and urgently pleaded, 'Sir, please help me. I really have no other way.' But he didn't speak. Seeing that he wasn't responding, I became even more anxious and could only keep begging him. After a while, perhaps afraid of my begging, he lifted his eyes and said to me, 'Young man, I really can't help you with this. How about this, I'll introduce someone to you who should be able to help.'At that moment, I felt like I had met a savior. I hurriedly asked for his contact information. He gave me his contact information and then fell silent. I thanked him and walked out of his house. Following the address in my hand, I found the man the old man mentioned. He was quite young—though young, he was at least 45 years old. In my mind, people with magical power were usually in their sixties or seventies, old men with a long beard. When that person saw me looking for him, he told me directly that I knew everything about you. I can help you, but I need money to buy the necessary items. I quickly said it was fine. So we started our operation. I took him downstairs from where my ex-girlfriend lived. He observed and said the place was very strange, so I told me to leave first. Otherwise, I'm afraid something might happen to me. Since he said so, I just don't dare stay there. (Don't say I'm a coward—it's because you haven't met him. If you had, you'd probably be even scarier than I am.) I hurriedly hailed a car, and as I got in, I told him, 'Just call me once it's solved.' He said okay. ? So I got in and left. In the car, I turned around and saw him walk straight into the pitch-black hallway without looking back. The rest of the time I spent on constant anxiety. It's been five hours since we parted, but my phone hasn't rang at all. I started to suspect I've been deceived. Maybe the two of them were just partners deceiving me, or maybe I left him and went home. Just as I was lost in thought, my phone rang. I hurriedly picked up my phone and saw it was her number. Hesitantly, I answered, and the voice on the other end was still so gentle. She told me not to waste my efforts; she didn't want to harm me. She just loved me and hoped to be with me. She told me not to do this anymore. Otherwise, things would spiral out of control. I trembled, asking what exactly she wanted. There are so many men in the world, so why did she choose me? How is the person I went to see? She told me that person had teamed up with that old man to cheat me out of money. She had already helped me teach them a lesson, but I don't know exactly how to teach them a lesson. She also said she simply likes me, wants me to be with her, and has no other thoughts, telling me not to be afraid. Of course, I had nothing more to say and could only keep brushing it off. I told her I was still thinking.She smiled and told me she would wait for me. But she hoped I wouldn't do anything to disappoint her and to avoid unnecessary deaths. I hung up the phone in confusion. At that time, it was the fourth month after we broke up. During these two months, I had been living in constant fear, not daring to get too close to other girls, afraid of implicating them. She also called from time to time to ask if I needed any help, and if I did, she could completely help me. She said that in the past two months she had helped me take on several job projects, which greatly improved my performance. She also said that as long as I was willing to come back to her, she would love me well for the rest of her life, making me carefree. Because I had just received her call, she told me on the phone that she knew I was now on Forum 7, and had even written down the story between us. She said she wasn't afraid, and didn't care, as long as I was happy. She also said that although she didn't go online, she knew that nowadays people hate it when others read posts and don't reply. She said she wanted to make all the people who read my posts without replying stink from head to toe, so they would know the consequences of reading posts without replying. I told her not to do that, but she said she didn't care; anyone who doesn't respect others' work must face that fate. I knew her temper was impossible to persuade when she was being stubborn, so I just posted the content of the call here, hoping everyone would be cautious…