The Eve of the Storm

"There's no one else around now, so you don't need to hold back. Tell me everything you know."

Chen Ge placed the two diaries in front of Shangguan Qinghong.

"Where did you find those?" Shangguan Qinghong still hadn't recovered from the shock. He'd thought Chen Ge would be scared half to death, or at the very least pass out. But Chen Ge looked perfectly fine, and there was a dangerous air about him.

"Your Haunted House really is haunted, and the source of all the trouble is this notebook." Chen Ge unzipped his backpack. If Shangguan Qinghong kept trying to dodge the questions, he'd call out a few doctors and have them give him another thorough examination.

After several minutes of silence, Shangguan Qinghong suddenly smiled. With difficulty, he turned his neck to look at Chen Ge. "Even if I told you, it wouldn't matter. The filthy thing in that diary has already left. It's just an empty shell now."

"An empty shell?" Chen Ge grew even more curious. "Sounds like you know a lot."

"I won't lie to you. I bought this diary from a mother. Her child had been in a car accident and become a vegetable. She cared for him for five whole years. Then, one night, her child suddenly woke up. He looked at the world around him in terror, as if he'd just woken from a long nightmare." Shangguan Qinghong's story had Chen Ge's full attention.

"A child who'd been in a coma woke up? Where is he now?" Chen Ge didn't think Shangguan Qinghong was lying. He wanted to find the boy himself.

"He died. Not long after he woke up." Shangguan Qinghong's voice sounded strange, as though he hesitated over every word. "While he was awake, the boy rambled incoherently and was afraid