"Help... Help..."
The haunting cries from the fourth floor woke the neighbors in the building.
Most of the residents upstairs and downstairs turned on their lights.
Inside the home of the screaming tenant.
A middle-aged woman walked into the living room, approaching Wang Yan, who was terrified and disheveled.
She asked worriedly, "Yanyan, what's wrong? Yanyan, what's going on with you?"
"There's a ghost! A ghost!" Wang Yan clutched the woman's hand, trembling all over.
"Where's the ghost? Don't talk nonsense!" The woman spoke disapprovingly.
"Mom! There really is a ghost, in my room!"
Recalling the scene earlier, Wang Yan's face turned even paler.
Those she once bullied, those she stepped on to climb up, all came to settle scores with her.
They said they were living miserably and wanted her to suffer along with them, countless bloody hands tearing at her.
The gruesome images appeared in her mind whenever she closed her eyes.
