"We need to hurry. It's almost dark." Bai Xiaojie pulled her clothes tighter around herself and urged them on.
The sun was setting in the west. From where they stood, it was sinking behind the building, and the sky was growing dark. For a brief moment, a strange feeling rose in everyone's hearts.
It was as though something about the building before them had changed.
A wind picked up across the manor. Huai Yi looked up and saw a vast bank of dark clouds rolling overhead. They tangled with the dimming sky, pressing down on everyone as if foretelling some impending danger.
"Let's get back quickly. Something... something doesn't feel right. How can the weather change this fast?" Huai Yi was starting to get scared, too.
Jiang Cheng felt the oppressive sensation of a storm about to break. His instincts told him that if they were still wandering around the manor after dark, something terrible would happen.
He quickly took out his phone, found a good angle, and snapped a picture of the building. Then the group hurried toward the door.
Worried the painting might get soaked, the Fatty tucked it away while running with the others. Just as they were about to reach the door, lightning flashed across the sky. The Fatty instinctively glanced behind him, and in the next second, the blood in his veins froze.
In the brief flash of lightning, he saw people filling the building's previously pitch-black windows. They were at every window, each with a deathly pale face staring expressionlessly at the group.
"Holy shit!!" The Fatty jolted, dropping the painting.
Strangely, the moment the painting left his hands, those pale faces vanished, too. When he came to his senses and looked again, the windows had returned to how they'd been before. They were