That Haunted House

The swollen and pale hands that had just been stretched out from the lacquer box were now holding her ankles tightly and coldly. Looking along the arms, a human figure with wet body and long hair covering his face like thick waterweed is slowly and continuously "flowing" out of the lacquer box that is too small for its size in a way that violates common sense of physics. It lay on the cold floor, looking up at her. Lin Xiao's thinking completely stopped. Extreme fear was like a cold hand, grasping her heart and strangling her throat. She couldn't make any sound, and could only watch helplessly as the being that exuded the aura of death and well water climbed up little by little along her body. Those wet arms, stained with pond mud, wrapped around her calves, then her knees, then her thighs... The cold chill penetrated her thin pants and penetrated her bones. It finally stood up fully and came face to face with her. He was about the same height as her, and his long wet hair obscured his face. Only an aura of extreme resentment and hollowness hit his face. Tick-tock, tick-tock, turbid water drops kept dripping from the ends of its hair and the corners of its clothes, forming a small puddle on the floor. Then, it raised its ghostly hands and slowly, with a deep-seated malice, reached towards Lin Xiao's slender neck...