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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Scared Until My Illness Has Recovered

Editor: Millman97

Taking pictures, livestreaming inside the Haunted House, Chen Ge had forgiven all that; those were within an acceptable range. After all, they were in a way promoting his Haunted House.

However, to put on a disguise to scare his own people, that was pushing it a bit too far.

To Chen Ge, this was a malicious activity and should be punished accordingly. The Haunted House was everything that Chen Ge had, and as the number of visitors increased so did the people who came to cause trouble. If he showed weakness once, it would only invite more trouble in the future.

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