The light bulb burst, leaving the moonlight streaming in through the living room and bedroom windows as the only source of light.
It was pitch-black. Nothing was visible.
Wang Yan felt the man holding her down let go, as if something had dragged him away.
She had no idea what had happened. She hadn't heard a sound, and the room sank into an eerie silence.
Wang Yan's heart thudded wildly, and she was even more nervous than before.
She strained to see, but couldn't find the man anywhere.
I sensed the presence in the room—the presence of that plastic little figure. It was right in front of Wang Yan. It seemed to have done something, yet it also seemed to be standing perfectly still.
After a while, Wang Yan regained some of her composure. She hurriedly felt around on the floor, found her bag, and took out her phone.
She turned it on and activated the flashlight, bringing light to the room.
Wang Yan swept the beam around and found the plastic little figure. It stood not far from her. Behind it, something else was lying on the floor.
"Master, don't be afraid," the plastic little figure said.
Wang Yan froze.
The little figure walked up to her, pressed its tiny hands against her shin, then huffed and puffed as it climbed onto her.
Wang Yan picked it up, then looked toward the spot illuminated by the flashlight.
Another plastic little figure was lying there.
Wang Yan held her breath. She already had a guess about what had happened, and carefully moved closer.
It was a person-shaped doll lying face down. It wore a shirt and slacks and had short hair. It was dressed just like the man.
Wang Yan shuddered. She set the little figure on her lap, freeing