My Mortgage Loan Has Gone Through the Roof

The night before the monthly payment was due, something started to go wrong in my house. First, there was a regular "click-click" sound from the ceiling, as if there was an invisible thing pressing the calculator above. Then, a string of watermark numbers appeared on the bathroom mirror on time every morning, exactly the amount to be repaid this month, and even the fraction was clear. The most bizarre thing is that those reminder text messages are not sent to my mobile phone, but appear directly in any naked place: the TV screen on the refrigerator door, or even the glasses I took off on the table. I thought I was under too much pressure and was blinded. Until late that night. While half asleep and half awake, I heard a low voice coming from the bedroom wall. The voice was like a rusty gear turning: "... The principal remains... Three million... Two hundred thousand... Seven thousand... The interest rate... Is going to go up..." I sat up suddenly from the bed, soaking my pajamas in cold sweat. Through the pale moonlight outside the window, I saw a sticky trace oozing out from the snow-white wall. The traces seemed to be moving on their own, piece by piece pieced together into a standard repayment schedule of equal principal and interest. At the bottom of the form, there is a line of bold words taking shape: "You are 0.5 Days overdue. Late payment fees are being calculated..." My hands were shaking so much that I touched the phone on the pillow. The screen turned on by itself, the bank APP opened by itself without anyone touching it, and the numbers on the loan page flashed crazily. In the top column of customer names, my name is being erased bit by bit. Replaced with two dazzling red letters house slave Deep in the wall, there was a low sigh, like a concrete pillar settling down.