Dinner is served

The sudden, piercing scream sent a chill through everyone's hearts, making them freeze in place before instinctively turning toward the source. What they saw made their blood run cold—a pool of crimson blood spreading slowly across the floor beneath the feet of a burly man.

But what truly sent shivers down their spines was the realization that the blood wasn't his. It was dripping from the third floor above.

"What… what the hell is going on?" someone stammered, their voice trembling with fear.

Flashlights immediately swung upward, their beams slicing through the oppressive darkness, desperate to uncover the truth hidden above.

In the faint light, they could just barely make out a shadowy figure near the third-floor railing. But before anyone could get a clear look, the figure dissipated like smoke blown away by the wind, vanishing without a trace.

"G-ghosts!" someone screamed, their voice shaking with terror.