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

Not enough ratings

1215 Chs

Mad Rush

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

The Red Specter in Xiao Bu's neighbor's home was far more powerful than he remembered. Actually, this was partly his fault as well. He had put his guard down after spending too much time with Specters, forgetting the terror that gripped him when he first came across a Red Specter.

That extreme crimson represented danger and horror. When the female ghost showed up, the survival instinct within Chen Ge's bones kicked in. Before the murderer even realized what was happening, Chen Ge was already miles away.

When Xiao Bu first pushed open the door, she should just have been a normal child. How did she manage to survive behind the door for so long?

Murderers, ghosts, and gray-skinned monsters—in this city, that was no different from a nightmare. Even an adult would have problem surviving, so how did a little girl managed that? That confused Chen Ge.

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