I was hired at a high price to try sleeping in an abandoned villa. The contract required me to record abnormalities every night and was prohibited from leaving midway.
That first night, I saw a non-existent figure in the mirror.
The second night, the sound of fingernails scratching on the concrete could be heard underground.
On the third day, I found the diary of my former sleep tester. On the last page, it was written in blood: "Don't trust the owner, he is looking for a substitute."
At this moment, the owner of the house was holding a midnight snack and knocked on my door with a smile...
