I Have a Haunted House

Walking alone in an alley late at night, the lone lamp burst out, and a few more shadows appeared in the moonlight. In the middle of the night, I lit a candle in the corner, the windows were closed, and no wind came in, but the candlelight suddenly dimmed. The paper man by the door will lie next to him every day when he wakes up. What he drank was obviously water, but his throat smelled like blood. My face in the mirror is getting paler. The corpse in the coffin is a real zombie. A small haunted house, but no one has successfully broken through it. Communication group: 599538148 [I have been engaged in online writing for many years and have countless trumpets. My character cannot be guaranteed, so be cautious when entering the trap]