"Who's playing ghost tricks!" Xiao Yuchuan shouted.
All around him was deathly still.
The dusky twilight accentuated the desolation in the yard, where a bald, shining tree swayed in the morning chill, surrounded by rotting weeds blanketed in snow.
After a thorough search, he indeed found no one.
The morning sun brightened the sky, and daylight prevailed.
The desolate courtyard was completely silent.
Not a ghost in sight.
That eerie ghostly voice seemed to disappear with the arrival of full daylight.
Xiao Yuchuan pondered for a moment, then locked the courtyard door and went to check on the four newly acquired houses in the same row along the courtyard's edge.
Two were dilapidated houses long unoccupied due to their haunting reputation, and the other two had been vacated by their owners who moved out only after he bought them.
Of course, living in a house that had been previously inhabited would have been better than staying in this abandoned courtyard.