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

Not enough ratings

1215 Chs

Black

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

The man in the fog did not expect that the underling he valued the most would be killed with one glance. He thought back to what Chang Wenyu had said. The painter had a very scary power—by giving up a certain sacrifice, he could draw the people or ghosts that he saw into his painting and take everything away from them. There was huge limitation to this power, but Chang Wenyu did not tell him what the limitation was. She did, however, tell him that the painter could only use this power three times in a short amount of time. In other words, he could only paint three people.

"Kindness' soul didn't disappear. She only had something taken away from her." The man checked the condition of the woman with the goat's mask. He knew very well that after a Red Specter's soul was destroyed, there would be nothing left, but Kindness' body had remained.

PREV INDEX Next