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 love a good anthology collection, especially with horror. It is never easy writing horror as a reader is less inclined to react like that of someone watching a horror film. Just by reading the first short story, I was entranced. It starts out like any horror scene, someone driving and then stopping and spotting some oddity. I did not expect what happened next but it thrilled me.