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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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If it was just a suicide, it would not have been so scary, but the dead man's detached arm still had not been found. No one dared move in—what if an arm poked out at them when they were cleaning the place?

"I still want to take a look," Chen Ge said calmly, like this was nothing serious to him.

"Okay." There was a patch on the back of the man's shirt that was wet, drenched by cold sweat. "Actually this place is not bad. The same model at Electrical Plant's residence is four times the price."

After the door opened, a weird stench flew out—it smelled like mildew. The man tried the light in the living room, but perhaps because it had not been used for a long time, he had to work for it for some time before the light came on. The light banished the darkness and seeped into the room. Chen Ge walked into the room. He did not want to do anything extra; his purpose was to look for that drawer.

You Want to Scare Me?