I was stuck in a deserted town on a business trip, and the front desk of the only hotel had evasive eyes: "Only 404 left."
There is a dark red ox bone comb on the dressing table in the room, and the mirror spells cinnabar like blood.
There was a rustling sound of combing in the middle of the night, and the woman hanging upside down outside the cat's eye was using the comb to comb through her long, water-soaked hair.
The manager sneered at the monitor: I was gesticulating wildly in the air.
When I was escaping, the cleaning lady grabbed the corner of my clothes and her voice trembled:
"Throw away that engagement comb! The last guest... Was just over seven days old last night."
Reader comments
It's good to read and updated quickly. I remember reading a novel that also had a female ghost wife.
It's good to read and updated quickly. I remember reading a novel that also had a female ghost wife.