"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The knocks were neither loud nor soft, neither hurried nor slow, but each one felt like a blow to the young man's chest, leaving him drenched in cold sweat.
The vicious ghost had not come in.
It seemed quite polite.
Now he could only hope it would stay that polite.
If the owner kept refusing to answer, perhaps it would realize it was unwelcome, or mistakenly assume no one was home, and leave on its own. That would be even better.
No!
There's another problem!
Just then, another problem occurred to him.
Next door...
Brother Qi!
Brother Qi was still fast asleep, snoring away. Damn it, what if he made a noise or did something stupid? What then?
Fuck!
Fine, sleep, but why do you have to sleep like the dead?
And snore, too.
Afraid the ghost won't know someone's here?!
At that thought, the young man immediately grew restless.
No.
I've got to warn Brother Qi.
His mind raced. Though terrified, his overwhelming sense of danger drove him to creep over to the door, intending to open it and warn Brother Qi next door.
But the moment his hand touched the handle, the knocking downstairs suddenly stopped.
Huh?
Instantly.
He froze where he stood. What now?!
No one could answer that question.
Without the knocking, the entire building was frighteningly quiet. He could even hear his own heartbeat clearly.
Did it leave?
Or did it come in?
The second possibility sent a bone-deep chill through him.
He held his breath.
Pressing his ear against the door, he strained to catch any sound outside.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes...
Suddenly.
"Splash!"
A sharp sound drifted up from the downstairs hall.
Fuck!
Footsteps in water!
His scalp prickled, and goose bumps erupted all over