My House of Horrors

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

I Fix Air-Conditioner · Horror

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1215 Chs

Live Life with Kindness, Happiness, and Honesty [2 in 1]

Editor: Millman97

"Can you hear their voices? They are telling me their stories and pain. Even though their bodies have perished, their lingering spirits have remained." The man slowly opened his arms, and the changing side of his face slowly settled down to become his own face.

He looked at Chen Ge. "I once personally witnessed something like this. The girl was standing at the edge of the roof. The firemen tried their best to talk her back from the edge, but the passersby who were gathered were cheering for her. They saw her death as a type of entertainment. I know it's not appropriate to say that, but that is the truth. They took out their phones to take pictures and urged her to jump. Then they would record everything—they might even share it online and couple it with an emotional response.

"These people are not an exception. It's because of their existence that so many people that should not have died were forced to the edge of despair."

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