I Have a Horror House

A smelly hearse stopped at the door, the sound of marbles colliding could be heard from the ceiling, someone was pacing back and forth in the corridor, and something seemed to be being cut in the next room. The bedroom door lock trembled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom was tightened, but it still kept ticking. There seemed to be a rubber ball rolling around vaguely under the bed. Water-stained footprints continued to appear on the floor, slowly approaching. At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Ge was hiding next to the radiator holding a kitchen knife, and the phone call in his hand had just been dialed. "Landlord! Is this what you call a lively night?!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.