I Have a Different Paradise

Slight footsteps stopped at the door, and the sound of nails scraping against the glass came from the window. Someone seemed to be pacing in the corridor, and someone seemed to be eating in the next room. The door handle of the bedroom turned slightly, the pipe seemed to be leaking, and there seemed to be some movement under the bed. Should I look down? In the dark and silent room, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded, mixed with thick noise: "Hello, welcome to the horror paradise, I want to play a game with you!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.