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 · Terror

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1215 Chs

He Is... Mine!

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

The red slowly disappeared as did the resentment in the woman's eyes. She felt her body getting lighter. Perhaps this was how it felt to be given salvation. If only I run into him when I was still alive.

The things that had happened to her at the time of her death appeared in her mind, and whenever that happened, the woman had the urge to destroy every living thing that she saw. She did not need to die that day, but no one had been willing to extend a helping hand, and that had led to the later tragedy.

A weird tone escaped from the throat, and the woman's body turned cold. Her bone structure was shifting, and it sounded like her body was falling apart. Chen Ge's spine was numb, and he knew that something scary was happening behind him, but he did not plan to put the woman down.

If possible, why don't I save her?

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