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

This Is the Ghost Stories Society

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

After one died, one's lingering spirit would only be preserved by attaching oneself to an object, and the object that Zhang Ya possessed was her cursed love letter. Chen Ge burnt the love letter on the roof because he intended to completely abolish Zhang Ya's painful past; he had found a new vessel for Zhang Ya.

Like shadow and light, one impossible without the other, from the moment he burned that love letter, he would be Zhang Ya's object of obsession!

The black hair rushed forward like a black ocean, ravaging and consuming, swallowing everything inside the building.

The shadow, who clutched Xu Yin's neck, was stunned. His legs that were joined to Chen Ge were roughly torn away. The pieces of curses wilted in the bloody night like dark snow.

"You'll have the Specter be your shadow?" A bottled-up anger in the shadow's heart exploded, and his body kept changing and shifting. "This should not have happened; this is different from what I planned!"

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