Nighttime Markings in the Old House

On the fifteenth day, the gray lines disappeared.

Gu Ye thought the strange occurrences were over, until he opened his phone gallery.

Every inch of the courtyard wall in the photos was crawling with gray lines like spider silk. They had never disappeared.

Even more terrifying, he saw someone wearing his clothes in one of the photos.

His grandmother looked at the figure's back and said softly, "Xiao Ye, dinner's ready."

Was he going mad, or was this village eating him alive?