After delivering the last takeout order on a rainy night, I was laid off from the company.
The navigation led me to an abandoned funeral parlor, where the disgusting smell of minced meat oozed from the cracks in the door.
"Don't look back, leave it at the door." A whisper urged me.
In panic, I mistakenly delivered the package to the old lady who lived alone next door.
In the rearview mirror, the nine-tailed white fox broke through the iron door and let out a shrill scream.
After returning home, the walls began to squirm, and flesh and blood meridians emerged.
The mysterious royal sister called: "You killed my people!" "The old lady ate the sacrifice to the mountain god and is mutating.
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Outside the window, a giant eyeball stared at me through the rainstorm.
