The room was utterly silent.
Not a soul was there.
An old cellphone lay beneath the bed, its screen playing a black-and-white recording.
In the video, a figure hung from a massive tree in a pitch-black forest, swaying from side to side in the evening breeze.
Suddenly.
The figure jerked violently.
The image then began to sharpen. The figure was no longer just a blurry outline. Gradually, the camera zoomed in and drew closer, revealing the protagonist's appearance.
She was a woman who looked somewhat frail.
Her long hair fell over her shoulders, and she had delicate features.
If someone picked up the phone at that moment, they would certainly recognize that this woman looked almost exactly like Ye Fei, who had already died in the corridor.
The reason it was only "almost" was that the woman in the video was deathly pale.
There was not a trace of color in her face.
She looked as though she were truly just a corpse hanging there.
Time passed bit by bit.
After the image had been enlarged, nothing else changed. It continued playing on repeat.
The corridor had already been completely enveloped in smog.
Unidentified, eerie noises came from outside the door. They sounded like a child singing, but the song was mixed with some aged and grotesque laughter.
It reached her ears.
It was as if Grandmother, disguised by the Big Bad Wolf, were trying to lure away an innocent little girl.
The sound continued for a very long time.
Eventually.
After the fog had passed through, it slowly dispersed, flowing toward the farther end of the corridor.
The corridor fell silent once again.
Aside from the trail of wet water stains on the floor.
There was no other trace.
At that very moment, the image on the phone inside