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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

Black Phone

Redakteur: Millman97

The situation between Fan Yu and the painter was rather similar to that of Chen Ge and the shadow. Chen Ge had noticed that, and the painter seemed to have realized that as well. "What is the meaning of the last words he said? Secrets and memories are buried in the well inside the heart—is he reminding me to be careful of things inside my heart?"

Chen Ge had many things that he wanted to ask the painter, but the painter had his reasons for being cautious, so in the end, he had only given Chen Ge that vague reminder. Perhaps it did not even count as a reminder but an ambiguous hint. The painter had left in a hurry, and this kind of rational opponent gave Chen Ge a headache. If possible, Chen Ge would have wished for the painter to stay. If the painter aided him, be it facing the cursed hospital or the ghost fetus, he would have more confidence. However, he knew that was impossible; it was hard to swindle the painter. He was like Doctor Gao, flawless in his thinking.