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'‽"
An interesting and well-written story that depicts a genre of horror specializing in foreboding, as well as a constant sense of dread. The greatest horror is to not know what is to come next, and I feel like this story takes great advantage of that, especially with the usage of the mysterious mental state of the patient. Nice start and I look forward to reading more ^^