I Arrange Dates with Female Ghosts on Social Apps

In the early hours of the morning, she sent me a location: Room 404, Linhe Hotel.

In the photos, the model looked stunning, with long legs, a slim waist, black stockings, and high heels. Our chat was full of suggestive, explicit messages.

I tried to calm my racing heart, then rushed into the hotel like any other man brimming with hormones.

But...

Darkness swallowed all the light on the fourth floor.

Only the emergency exit sign swayed with an eerie green glow.

That's when I noticed:

On the dusty stairs, there was only one set of footprints: mine.

(No female lead, no cultivation, grounded in everyday life, no fantasy monster-fighting. Pure supernatural suspense with comedy. The protagonist is an ordinary person with his wits about him. No forced stupidity, and no reckless behavior.)