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'‽"

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A Hammer to the Face

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"Help!"

It was the middle of the night, and they were in the countryside, so there were no cars on the road. Ol' Zhang remembered the last message that he had seen before he jumped out of the car. He did not run into the forest by the road but ran down the middle of the road. The wind gathered in his ears, and after several meters, Ol' Zhang realized that there were no running footsteps coming from behind him, so he turned to look.

"You won't be able to run!" The face that grew on the back of the head had become severely twisted like it was trying to crawl out of the passenger's head. The passenger was only half a meter away from Ol' Zhang.

It wants to drill into my head.

Ol' Zhang didn't know why he would have that thought, but he knew that he needed to focus on escaping. He did not dare turn back to look again. However, certain things would not just disappear simply because one did not look at them.

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