Cold, damp, and pitch-black. Tang Hanlu clutched her mother's phone, as helpless as a little rabbit that had fallen into a wolves' den.
Fear sprouted in her flesh, its roots piercing her skin. Tang Hanlu felt that what she was experiencing now was even more terrifying than the nightmare she had just had.
She had never asked her mother about work. All she knew was that her mother was busy, with many patients who needed her care.
Only after looking through her mother's contacts did Tang Hanlu realize that her mother's work might be somewhat unusual.
After she called the number labeled Ghost, the room felt as though it had come alive. It was as if she were living inside one of someone else's organs.
The air seemed to grow thick, making every breath a struggle. Tang Hanlu looked around. The more she looked, the less familiar this home became. A human figure faintly emerged on the dark television screen, the stainless-steel kitchenware, and the smooth clock face, constantly twisting, constantly writhing, constantly drawing closer!
With her back pressed against the wall, Tang Hanlu had unwittingly reached the security door. Her gaze happened to fall on the mirror in the bedroom.
In the mirror, a piece of clothing was shaking on its own, as though someone had reached out from inside the mirror and grabbed it.
"Someone's here. There really is someone else in the house!" Tang Hanlu was so frightened she could barely breathe. The madwoman outside was growing increasingly agitated, too.
"Open the door! My child disappeared in this hallway! Please, won't you help me?" The madwoman's mental state was becoming unstable. Tang Hanlu remembered the story her mother had told her about the woman. She was a pitiful person, too, and as long as nothing provoked her,