This Weird Story Is Not Too Cold

In the dark old apartment building at two thirty in the morning, there was a creaking sound in the attic. There was a vicious conversation on the stairs that I couldn't see clearly when I looked up. Bright red liquid dripped onto the floor. The style of the painting changed, "Scare me! Scare me! Let you scare me!" Amidst the jingling and jingling sounds, Xie Xie was holding a hammer in his hand and running around chasing the ghost.