Everyone agreed and gathered to walk towards the wooden staircase at the end of the corridor.
Guo's mother and Pretty Boy followed behind the group from a distance of five or six meters, seemingly afraid of being left alone too.
The old house's wooden floor creaked eerily underfoot in the dead of night.
As they walked, a similar creaking sound suddenly came from above their heads, as if someone was walking in the corridor above them.
Hearing this sound, everyone became a bit unsettled.
Weren't there supposed to be only eight of them? Who was walking above them now?
If it wasn't a person, could it be... a ghost?
The group instinctively stopped in their tracks, too scared to move forward.