Are You Afraid of the Coming Night?

A hearse giving off a foul stench was parked outside the door, and the sound of marbles clacking came from the ceiling.

Someone paced back and forth in the hallway. It sounded like something was being cut up in the next room.

The bedroom door lock trembled faintly. The bathroom faucet was shut tight, yet water kept dripping, drip by drip.

Something seemed to be rolling back and forth beneath the bed, barely visible.

Wet footprints kept appearing on the floor, slowly drawing closer.

At three in the morning, I gripped a kitchen knife and hid beside the radiator, my phone just connected. "Landlord! Is this what you meant by saying it gets a little lively at night?!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.