I Fix Air-Conditioner

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

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My House of Horrors

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When the passenger got back into the car, it was exactly midnight. He hugged the black package and kept his head hidden under the hood of his jacket. The color of his shirt seemed to have become deeper. Ol' Zhang forced himself to not look at the mirror, but his gaze kept wandering toward it.

"How come it feels like a different person has returned," Ol' Zhang muttered softly to himself as he clicked the warning page on his phone open.

"Do you live there? There are normally elders who live at Jiujiang's old streets, so it's rare for someone your age to reside there."

"No, I'm not staying there." The passenger's tone was weird. He answered with short phrases, and they sounded dark.

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