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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Lychee licked her lips excitedly like she had just remembered something wonderful. She went into the restroom anxiously and took out a lipstick from her purse to redo her make-up when her phone rang.

"An unregistered number?" Lychee tossed her make-up kit back into her purse. She was rather annoyed that the caller had ruined the mood that she was in. She tried to arrange her emotions to make her tone and voice sound as normal as she could. "Such a joykill."

Lychee picked up the phone and walked to the door of the recording studio. "Hello, how can I help you?"

Her sweet voice was like a fruit champagne, fresh and bubbly. Hear it too much and one might get drunk.

"No. 5 is dead. I need you to come to Fang Hwa Apartments' 24th floor now." The person on the other end of the phone was not seduced by her voice and got straight to the point.

"Dead‽" Lychee's bleeding fingers slowly pulled taut, and the blood fell on her phone's pink casing.

Chairperson's Voice