Horror

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a  stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing  on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there  seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room  rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even  though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on  its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after  another on the floor.
    At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room  heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord,  is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at  night’‽”