I possess a haunted house
A hearse reeking of decay lingers at the doorstep, while the sound of marbles clattering echoes from the ceiling. Footsteps pace back and forth in the corridor, and from the neighboring room, the unsettling noise of something being sawed drifts through the air. The bedroom door's lock trembles softly, and though the bathroom faucet is tightly shut, it continues to drip incessantly. Beneath the bed, something faintly rolls back and forth, resembling a ball. Water-stained footprints emerge on the floor, steadily drawing closer. At three in the morning, Chen Ge clutches a kitchen knife, huddled beside the radiator, his phone just connected. "Landlord! Is this what you meant by 'a bit lively at night'?!"
