Zhou Run's Story

As the saying went, when your subconscious told you there might be something abnormal around you,

you were better off trusting that feeling and keeping your distance for the time being.

The problem was that even if Zhou Run wanted to hide now, he had nowhere to go. His door would not open, and something strange was happening by the elevator.

He did not dare knock on the neighbor's door, either, worried that the sound would attract the ghosts.

Besides,

he had been working there for less than a week, and had lived in this apartment for only three days at most. He did not even know his neighbors.

They might not answer him.

However, this dilemma did not last long.

Very soon,

the footsteps began moving toward the corridor.

Under Zhou Run's gaze, a face obscured by hair, showing only two blood-red eyes, slowly peeked out from around the corner.

The pupils of those eyes were unfocused and empty, exuding a thick aura of death. Yet her upper and lower eyelids had been forcibly propped open as if with iron wires, stretched wide as though she had died with her eyes still open.

She was a woman who looked as if she had been dead for quite some time. The skin exposed outside her clothes was pale, tinged with a bluish gray.

Someone had broken both her legs, leaving her to limp along.

Her ankles in particular were twisted into a grotesque, rope-like shape. Just looking at them made him feel the pain.

This sight

filled Zhou Run with fear.

It was not only because of the woman's horrifying condition. More importantly, he knew her... Half a month ago, someone had dumped her corpse in the grass of the residential compound, and he had happened to discover it while