The residential complex was deserted.
There wasn't a single person on the road.
There were no aunties doing square dancing, no children running around, and no old men spinning and leaping on the exercise equipment.
Everything had still been normal a few days ago.
But now, terrifying rumors of hauntings were spreading everywhere.
At first.
Many people didn't believe them.
This was a materialist world. How could ghosts and monsters possibly exist? People said that the dead became ghosts, but what place in this world hadn't seen people die?
For all they knew, a huge pile of centuries-old bones was buried beneath the complex.
If ghosts were really that powerful.
Why hadn't the invaders in war-torn regions been killed by ghosts?
What ridiculous rumors.
What era was this?
People were still making up stories like these.
However.
Before long, everyone discovered that the Supernatural Events originally appearing online had begun happening around them.
Strange death cases became more and more frequent.
Neighbors.
Relatives.
Colleagues.
Even family members.
More and more people encountered bizarre events they couldn't understand.
Two evenings ago.
Something strange happened in the elevator of a residential building in the neighboring complex.
Six in the afternoon.
It was precisely the peak time when people came and went, got off work, finished school, and returned home. Yet all four elevators in that building had remained stopped on the thirtieth floor. No matter how long people waited, they simply wouldn't come down.
Those living on lower floors.
Admitting defeat, they walked home.
Those on higher floors could only wait helplessly outside the elevator doors.
Before long.
The lobby on the first floor was packed with people.
"Damn it!"
"Did someone deliberately pull a prank and block the elevator doors?"
Someone guessed.
"That's possible."
The others nodded in agreement.
There were