Man in Floral Skirt

Name: Man in Floral Skirt
Author: Writercnvpdi

by Writercnvpdi

ongoing Suspense Occult Mystery Male Lead

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3Kwords1chapters

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About This Novel

Knocking on the closet door When Lin Xiaoman moved into a rental house in the old city, the landlord repeatedly told her: "Don't open the closet and don't touch the things inside." She just thought it was an old man's superstition and agreed with a smile. She turned around and stuffed the suitcase in - the closet was very empty, except for a few old clothes piled in the corner. The weirdness started on the first night. At two o'clock in the morning, she was woken up by a sound of "beep, beep, beep". The sound was very soft but very rhythmic, like someone tapping their knuckles on the wooden board of the closet. Lin Xiaoman clutched the quilt and held her breath. The sound stopped for a few seconds and then sounded again. This time it was closer, as if it was on the other side of the closet door. She flicked on the light and the sound suddenly stopped. The closet door was closed tightly, and the copper lock on the door was rusty, just as she had seen it during the day. She bravely walked over, and as soon as her fingertips touched the cabinet door, she heard a very soft sigh coming from inside, with a damp musty smell floating out from the crack in the door. The next day, she threw away all the old clothes in the closet. The closet was so empty that the cracks in the back wall could be seen. But that night, the knocking on the door rang again, more urgent than the previous night, "Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk", as if there was something inside that was eager to come out. Lin Xiaoman covered her ears and didn't dare to move. It wasn't until the sound stopped that she dared to open her eyes - the closet door was opened a crack. On the third night, she didn't dare to sleep. I stared at the closet with my eyes open until late at night, when a pale finger slowly stretched out from the crack of the door, with black mud embedded in the nails, and knocked on the inside of the closet door: "Du, Du... Have you seen my clothes?"