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'm shocked by another overall score of 5 points for a trash story... Well now it will change.... One of the examples of how not to write. Not absolute horror, but nothing really interesting, plus lame logic. If the author would add a little plot and communication between the characters and also diluted the text with side stories, it could become more readable. A little more readable....