Resurgence of the Unknown

Chapter 34: The Ghost Infant Blocking the Door

Earlier in the day, Wang Bin had called Yang Jian, but he was infuriated by Yang Jian's demand for fifty thousand yuan.

A high school student, barely out of his teens, dared to ask for such a high price. If it weren't for his daughter Shanshan repeatedly mentioning that she wanted to find Yang Jian, Wang Bin wouldn't have made the call.

After all, what does a young student really understand? Even if there were ghosts, could he actually deal with them?

Because of his daughter's situation, Wang Bin had been feeling very stressed over the past two days. He took a few days off work to stay at home and accompany his daughter.

"Shanshan's condition is getting worse and worse. The doctor said her body is perfectly normal, no illness, just some nervous weakness and shock. Do you think we should take her to see a psychiatrist tomorrow?" Shanshan's mother, Wang Haiyan, asked, her face full of worry.

Wang Bin replied, "That Yang Jian is too much. He actually asked for fifty thousand yuan as a service fee. How could our daughter get involved with someone so shameless? We should make sure Shanshan doesn't stay in touch with him."

"The first time I saw that Yang Jian, I thought he was no good. Even when I offered him two hundred yuan, he took it without any shame or dignity," Wang Haiyan said with disdain.

Just as the couple sat in the living room talking, suddenly, the door to Wang Shanshan's room slammed shut. Out of the corner of their eyes, it seemed like something had rushed into the room.

Wang Bin's face immediately changed, and he hurriedly stood up.

Wang Haiyan also looked shocked. "Honey, did you see that? It looked like a child ran into Shanshan's room."

"Don't scare yourself with nonsense," Wang Bin said, but his expression was uneasy.

He had also seen what looked like a small child running into Shanshan's room. The child had no clothes on, its skin a bluish-black color... like a corpse.

But the door to the house had been closed the entire time, and they lived on the sixteenth floor—how could a child have possibly gotten inside?

"Ah!" A scream came from Shanshan's room the next moment.

Wang Bin rushed over and opened the door. The room was pitch black; the lights had somehow turned off. Shanshan had been sleeping with the lights on for days, refusing to sleep in the dark.

Wang Bin quickly reached for the switch, intending to turn the lights back on, but instead of the switch, he touched something cold—a small hand. The skin was soft, like that of a child, but it was icy, devoid of warmth, like the hand of a corpse.

"What the hell?" His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pulled his hand back.

At this moment, Shanshan, pale and trembling, rushed out of the room, almost knocking Wang Bin over.

"Shanshan, what's wrong? What happened?" Wang Haiyan hugged her daughter tightly, her voice full of concern.

Shanshan was terrified, shivering uncontrollably in her mother's arms.

Wang Bin mustered up his courage and turned on the light. This time, he didn't touch that cold hand again. The room was now illuminated, but it was empty—no child in sight.

But then, his eyes widened in shock.

On the floor were messy, dirty footprints—small child-sized footprints. They were everywhere, around the bed, on the walls, even on the ceiling.