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 · Horror

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1215 Chs

Apple

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

Could he be the one who left these blood letters?

Chen Ge decided to ask the person directly. He held the hammer and took out the recorder from his backpack. When he pressed the power button, the person before him suddenly disappeared. Only Chen Ge's footsteps echoed in the corridor. He turned the corner and a sentence was left on the white wall—You'll regret this!

Is that a threat?

There was nothing else on the wall other than the ugly handwriting. Chen Ge slowly put the recorder away.

Now is not the time to get hung up over these things. The crucial thing is to get to the morgue's central hub within the time limit.

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