This novel is perfect for listening to as an audiobook. If you’re easily scared, maybe don’t listen, haha! A string of disappearances in an old apartment building. Tenants vanish into thin air, leaving only strange scratch marks behind. A children’s song plays at regular intervals, and all the hallway cameras are broken. Rain pounds the windows, the motion-sensor lights in the hallway sputter and flicker, old floorboards creak, and a woman breathes rapidly.
“He’s right behind the door, isn’t he?”
Ouyang Lanlan’s voice was bright and sharp, like a freshly unwrapped scalpel slicing through the stillness of the rainy night.
She stood in front of Room 307, her fingertips pressed hard against the moldy wooden door, her knuckles white. Rain trickled from the ends of her hair, falling onto the dusty floor and spreading into a small, dark puddle.
Chen Mohan said nothing.
He simply crouched down slowly, the hem of his black trench coat brushing the floor as he stared intently at the gap beneath the door.
