The low, mournful cry of a woman emanated from the slightly ajar door of the small room…
The living room lights were off, with only a faint glow coming from the bedroom wall lamp, leaving most of the view engulfed in darkness.
In such an unfamiliar place, on such a pitch-black night, that ghastly sound was truly bone-chilling.
Fortunately, Xia Yanxin was holding her mobile phone, which saved her from being too scared to walk. She shone the flashlight from her phone slowly across the room, approaching the door that was left open a crack, revealing nothing but darkness within…
Moving slowly to the door, she reached out to turn on the overhead light, and then step by step, she pushed open the door of the small room.
The room had just been repainted and wasn't yet tidied up; the furniture was stacked haphazardly in one corner, and the windows were wide open, letting in a breeze that fluttered the curtains.