Who's Knocking?

The Qipao Woman couldn't sit still any longer. She stood up and walked towards the door.

"Sister Qipao," the Sleepwear Woman looked terrified. She absolutely wouldn't dare to stay in the room alone, "Where are you going?"

She immediately jumped off the bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and stood barefoot on the cold cement floor. She looked at her with pitiful eyes.

"I'm going to ask others if they've found anything unusual," she pretended to comfort the Sleepwear Woman. "Don't worry, I'll be right back after I find out."

The Sleepwear Woman also seemed afraid of the silent, dim corridor. After a moment's thought, she said, "Then hurry back, Sister. I'm scared alone."

"Okay, I promise."

The Qipao Woman took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, but only a tiny crack.

The corridor was very quiet. If she hadn't known that people were staying in the nearby rooms, she would have thought she and the Sleepwear Woman were the only ones there.

Finding no abnormalities, she stepped out of the room and quickly closed the door behind her.

That's right, she had no intention of coming back.

Not only that, but she also left the door of Room 407 slightly ajar.

This way, if she encountered danger, she could retreat immediately.

Secondly, even if she was safely sheltered by another room, Room 407, with its door not even properly closed, would undoubtedly be the ghost's prime target.

She had figured it out now. Her target was Room 404.

The people in Room 405 had already heard the strange scraping sound. No matter what that sound represented, she didn't want to take the risk.

Especially since the two guys living there didn't look like good people.

The Qipao Woman was experienced and had long passed the age of judging people by their appearance, so the Suit Man's insincere tactics wouldn't work on her.

There were good people in nightmares, they just died a little faster and more tragically.

The reason she abandoned Room 406 was because there were too many newcomers inside.

Too many newcomers meant too many uncertainties, and a single oversight could bring about her own demise.

She disliked newcomers, just like most veterans.

As for Jiang Cheng and Fatty, she had a good impression of them, especially Jiang Cheng.

He looked dazed and a bit slow.

To be honest, she couldn't quite figure him out.

She had seen her share of fools and simpletons in nightmares, but it was rare to see someone like Jiang Cheng living so comfortably, especially since he wasn't a novice.

Several nightmare missions had taught her a lesson: this place was full of hidden talents, and many people were good at playing the pig to eat the tiger.

The distance between the two rooms wasn't far, but she walked each step with extreme caution, as if afraid that any noise would alert something slumbering in the darkness.

She remained vigilant the entire way, her peripheral vision never relaxing.

Closer.

Even closer.

She quietly gazed at the door not far away, contemplating what excuse she could use to trick them into opening it and then get through the night.

The people inside weren't stupid, so she couldn't tell them that the person in her room had heard the scraping sound, otherwise, who would open the door for her?

She stopped, thinking nervously.

Huh? She suddenly froze. It was already late at night, and the corridor lights had long since gone out. How could she see?

She turned her head and looked around, quickly finding the source of the light.

It was coming from a door not far ahead, which was ajar, with a faint crack allowing light to seep through.

Her pupils suddenly trembled, and her gaze slowly moved up until she saw the room number.

Room 407.

Room 407!!

She shivered violently, as if an ice bomb had detonated in her heart.

How could it be Room 407?

Her own room?

She had just left Room 407. She quickly looked back, but everything behind her was shrouded in darkness, like a veil of impenetrable fog.

The Room 407 she had just left had disappeared.

Just as she suspected!

The people who didn't hear the scraping sound were the ghost's targets!

The ghost was coming for her.

The overwhelming fear seemed to ignite more than tenfold her will to survive. She knew it wasn't over yet; she still had a slim chance.

If she handled it correctly, she might survive.

The immediate priority was to determine if it was truly Room 407, or more precisely, whether the Dinosaur Pajamas Girl or the ghost was waiting for her inside.

The ghost's abilities defied scientific explanation, or even basic logic.

Therefore, the Room 407 before her was likely the real Room 407.

It was her only way out.

She decided to take a gamble.

Perhaps the ghost wanted her to believe this wasn't the real Room 407, causing her to miss her chance at survival.

With this realization, she immediately sprinted towards Room 407. As she moved, the areas behind her, previously illuminated, were swallowed by darkness as if they had never existed.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

She rapped on the door of Room 407, but didn't immediately push it open.

"Who's there?" a terrified female voice called out. "Who's knocking?"

It was Dinosaur Pajamas Girl's voice, sounding incredibly real.

Filled with fear and unease, as if she might die of fright at any second.

"It's me!" Qipao Woman replied rapidly. "Open the door quickly!"

After saying this, she quickly glanced back. The darkness behind her was closing in, and it wouldn't be long before it reached her.

Then she gritted her teeth. There would be no "then."

If she was lucky, people would find a relatively intact corpse the next day.

Her corpse.

"Hurry!" she began banging on the door. "Open the door for me!"

The Dinosaur Pajamas Girl inside seemed terrified by her attitude and started crying, mumbling incoherently, "Who are you? The door isn't locked, why can't you come in? Are you a ghost? Please don't kill me."

She sounded as pathetic as one could be.

Outside, Qipao Woman could even hear the creaking of the bed frame caused by Sleepwear Woman's trembling sobs.

Qipao Woman called out to the inside, "It's really me, it's the sister who just left. Please believe me." She paused. "I'm coming in now."

"Wuwuwu..."

The crying continued from inside, a desperate attempt to suppress it. She could imagine Sleepwear Woman's helpless expression.

It was too real, too real to be fake.

So, Qipao Woman spoke while slowly backing away, finally turning and running.

Strangely, the moment she ran off, the crying from inside the room abruptly stopped.

The sliver of light from the ajar door also vanished.

In its place came a "deng deng deng" sound, as if something was crawling out of the door disguised as Room 407 on all fours.

It definitely wasn't Dinosaur Pajamas Girl.

The act was convincing, but Qipao Woman had spotted the flaw. The ghost, disguised as Sleepwear Woman, had tearfully said, "The door isn't locked, why can't you come in? Are you a ghost?"

Qipao Woman had closed the door herself. How could Sleepwear Woman possibly know that?