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

Something's Wrong

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

Reaching out to press the face of the man in the picture, Mr. Zhou agreed with the yellow hair. "Indeed, why should we be in such a hurry? It's rare that we have the chance to come in here, so we should make the most of it."

Mr. Zhou was actually talking to the spirit inside the picture, but yellow hair thought the man was talking to him, so he concurred. "That's right. That's the spirit you should have when you're inside a Haunted House! Come on, I'll bring you to go visit some other places. This Haunted House is not that scary; it's probably just a hoax online!"

Yellow hair led the two out of the old home. They searched through many homes before they reached the center of the village.

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