Chapter 117 You can’t hide from karma

As she snored loudly, a faint rustling sound echoed through the room.

The air grew heavier, colder, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to shift, stretching and twisting unnaturally.

But Grandma Bria, lost in her dreams, remained oblivious.

The rustling grew louder, like whispers skittering across the walls, closing in on her bed.

Suddenly, the chandelier above her bed began to sway gently, the crystals clinking together softly. A small gust of air passed through the room, though all the windows were tightly shut.

The old woman stirred, her snoring faltering for a moment before continuing.

At the foot of the bed, a soft red glow appeared, flickering like a tiny ember. It pulsed gently in the dark, casting strange shadows on the walls as it slowly moved closer to the sleeping old women.

And then…

"Bria…"

A low, raspy voice echoed through the room, soft yet bone-chilling.