Are You Afraid That the Night Is Coming?

The smelly hearse stopped at the door, and 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 cutting 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, I was hiding next to the radiator holding a kitchen knife, and the phone call in my 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.