The room suddenly became quiet, nothing could be heard, and even the previous noisy voices disappeared.

She moved cautiously, her slippers rubbing against the smooth cement floor, and she slowly placed her hand on the handle.

There was a bang.

Before Yang Guyu opened the door, the huge knock on the door was deafening again, causing the weak door panel to shake back and forth several times.

In an instant, a gloomy air crawled all over her back, like twisting earthworms burrowing through her bones, swallowing up all Yang Guyu's sanity.

She opened her pale lips slightly and stared at the brown door with trembling eyes. She wanted to scream loudly, but her voice was all muted in her throat. Only her rapid breathing accompanied the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

His left hand was pressed firmly against his chest.

Yang Guyu calmed down and told herself repeatedly that there were no ghosts in this world. She listened carefully to the sounds outside the door. When she was sure that the knock on the door would not come suddenly again, she carefully opened the door.

With a creak, the bedroom door opened.

There was no one in the dark corridor, except for a simulation doll in red sitting on the ground, looking ahead with a smile on his face.

Those dark eyes seemed to hide an evil magic power, staring at Yang Guyu's toes.

She stood still, not daring to take a step forward. She closed the door with a guilty conscience and blocked the red doll from the door.

It's obviously an ordinary doll, why does it look so scary?

Moreover, who put this thing at the door of her bedroom?

Yang Guyu shook her head, trying to get rid of the terrifying vision she had previously had, but the image of the red doll lingered in her mind, torturing her deeply.

Just when Yang Guyu was about to climb into bed, he suddenly heard the door behind him creaking and groaning, shaking and rubbing against the ground in the wind...

She only felt that her breathing was frozen, her scalp was numb, her neck was stiff and she slowly twisted it to 45 degrees, and she carefully looked at the movement behind her...

"Yang Guyu, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking so pale, as if you've seen a ghost?"

The roommate who opened the door with the key looked at her in surprise, her heart beating fiercely in her chest several times, and she finally returned to her original calmness.

Yang Guyu breathed a sigh of relief, put on an awkward smile, and said softly: "It's okay, I just finished taking a shower and I feel a little cold. I'm going to bed first."

The roommate nodded to her, and after a while, he stopped her quickly: "Wait a minute. That doll at the door was given to you by someone else, right? Why was it left outside the door?"

Yang Guyu was startled when he saw his roommate slowly twisting up the red doll and handing it to her: "This is it. It's so beautiful. Who gave it to you? Are you so thoughtful?"

At this moment, Yang Guyu was completely speechless. He stared blankly at the red doll, feeling that something was wrong.

"That's not mine, you... take it if you like..."

She spoke inarticulately, quickly climbed up the wooden stairs, and got into bed. Her body shivered involuntarily. She always felt that the red doll was very strange, especially the clothes on the doll, which were blood red.

It's very much like the sticky blood of human beings...
Chapter completed!