After meticulously preparing for the eerie ritual, Chen Ge carefully retrieved the peculiar doll left behind by his parents, its faded fabric and worn stitches carrying an unsettling aura of nostalgia and mystery. Alongside it, he placed the menacing Doctor Skull-cracker's hammer, its heavy, cold metal head gleaming faintly in the dim light of his bedroom. These objects, imbued with an inexplicable significance, were positioned with deliberate care beside his bed, as if their presence alone could ward off or invite whatever forces lurked in the shadows. Chen Ge surveyed the room one last time, ensuring every detail was in place—white rice scattered in precise patterns on the floor, a pair of slippers positioned in the corridor, and a single candle flickering weakly. His preparations were complete, though the purpose behind them remained shrouded in the cryptic instructions of the black phone.
With a deep breath, Chen Ge extinguished the room's lights, plunging the space into a murky gloom broken only by the wavering glow of the candle. He plugged his phone into the charger, setting it on the bedside table to record the night's events, a precaution against the unknown. Gripping the unsettling hammer tightly, its weight grounding him in the face of growing unease, he slipped beneath the bed, curling into a tight ball in the cramped, dusty space. The candle's flickering light cast distorted shadows across the walls, making the room feel alive with movement. As he closed his eyes, a torrent of terrifying thoughts flooded his mind—ghastly images and half-remembered nightmares that he struggled to suppress. Despite his efforts to focus, the oppressive atmosphere of the Haunted House seemed to seep into his consciousness, amplifying every creak and whisper in the darkness.
Chen Ge forced himself to remain vigilant, his senses attuned to the faintest disturbances in the oppressive silence. Curled into the fetal position, his head pressed against the bed's wooden frame, he maintained a narrow view of the world beyond his hiding spot. Through the half-open bedroom door, he could just make out the slippers in the corridor, their placement unchanged, and the white rice scattered across the floor, undisturbed. The black phone's cryptic instructions echoed in his mind, urging him to prepare these items without explaining their purpose. Why the slippers? Why the rice? The questions gnawed at him, but no answers came. The flickering candlelight played tricks on his tired eyes, and the weight of exhaustion from days without proper rest began to pull at his resolve, threatening to drag him into sleep.
As the candle burned lower, its flame sputtering in the stale air, Chen Ge's eyelids grew impossibly heavy. The Haunted House, steeped in an unnatural stillness, seemed to hum with a quiet menace that seeped into his bones. Despite his determination to stay awake, the cumulative toll of sleepless nights and relentless tension overpowered him. His grip on the hammer loosened slightly, and his breathing slowed as he slipped into an uneasy slumber, the oppressive darkness of the Haunted House enveloping him completely. The world faded, and for a moment, there was only the void of sleep, heavy and inescapable.
A sudden chill against his lower calf jolted Chen Ge awake, his eyes snapping open to a room cloaked in total darkness. The candle had burned out, leaving no trace of its comforting glow, and the silence was so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing down on him. Disoriented, he tried to check the time, but his body refused to obey, his limbs locked in place by an invisible force. Sleep paralysis, he realized, his mind racing despite his immobilized body. The sensation was suffocating, as if the air itself had thickened, trapping him in a state of helpless awareness. The room's oppressive quiet seemed to pulse with a life of its own, and Chen Ge's heart pounded as he fought to regain control.
Determined not to succumb to panic, Chen Ge focused on his breathing, the one function he could still control. He drew slow, deliberate breaths, willing his lungs to steady his racing pulse. His eyes, wide open in the darkness, fixed on his hand as he concentrated on moving his pinkie finger, a small but critical step toward breaking free from the paralysis. He refused to let his gaze wander, knowing that glancing into the shadows might reveal something—or someone—that would shatter his fragile composure. The thought of an unseen presence lurking just beyond his vision sent a shiver through him, but he pushed it aside, channeling all his energy into that single, stubborn finger. To look elsewhere would be to invite terror, and he couldn't afford to lose his nerve now.
After what felt like an eternity, a faint twitch in his pinkie rewarded his efforts, a small victory against the paralysis that gripped him. Emboldened, he prepared to move to the next finger, but his eyes inadvertently drifted toward the open door. A nagging question surfaced, cutting through his focus: when he had placed the slippers earlier, had their toes faced inward or outward? Logic dictated that they should face outward, ready to be slipped on when leaving the room. Yet, as his gaze settled on the corridor, he saw the slippers pointing inward, toward his bedroom, their position eerily reversed. Doubt crept in—had he misplaced them in his haste? The uncertainty gnawed at him, a cold knot of dread forming in his stomach as he struggled to move his other fingers.
The extinguished candle left the room in near-total darkness, and a faint rustling sound broke the silence, like grains of rice shifting across the floor. Chen Ge's eyes widened as he watched one of the slippers in the corridor lurch forward, its movement clumsy and unnatural, as if manipulated by an unseen novice. His heart raced, the paralysis slowing his progress as panic threatened to take hold. The slipper moved again, this time with more purpose, advancing several steps as if someone—or something—had slipped it on. The realization hit him like a physical blow: the invisible customer, as the black phone had warned, might already be here, moving through the Haunted House unseen. But why couldn't he see it? The question hung in the air, unanswered, as the slipper continued its eerie journey.
The pair of slippers paused at the door to the main control room, and Chen Ge's breath caught as the door creaked open on its own, only to slam shut moments later. The windows of the Haunted House were sealed tight, ruling out any draft as the cause. His mind raced—what was it searching for? The slippers resumed their unsettling march, moving through the darkened corridor until they stopped at the dressing room door. From his low vantage point, Chen Ge could see the black cloth that had covered the mirror in the dressing room lying crumpled on the floor. The skin mask, crafted from a grotesque patchwork of faces, swayed gently before the uncovered mirror, its hollow eyes seeming to stare into the darkness. The sight sent a jolt of alarm through him, his fingers trembling with renewed urgency as he fought to break free from the paralysis.
As Chen Ge's gaze locked onto the swaying mask, a chilling realization struck: the mask had stopped moving. The empty sockets where eyes should have been seemed to fixate directly on his hiding place beneath the bed. His heart pounded in his chest, the air growing colder as a single, terrifying thought consumed him: I've been discovered. The invisible presence, whatever it was, knew exactly where he was. His fingers twitched faintly, but the paralysis held firm, trapping him in a moment of pure dread as the Haunted House seemed to close in around him, its shadows alive with unseen menace.
The grotesque skin mask, its patchwork of faces frozen in silent screams, slipped from its perch and crumpled to the floor with an unsettling thud, as if discarded by an unseen hand. The door to the dressing room slammed shut with a jarring finality, the sound echoing through the oppressive silence of the Haunted House. Chen Ge's heart lurched as the pair of slippers, still animated by some invisible force, paused briefly in front of the closed door. Their toes, unnervingly pointed toward him, seemed to hesitate, as if weighing their next move. Then, with a sudden and purposeful pivot, the slippers began to shuffle swiftly down the corridor, their awkward gait quickening as they headed straight for the staff breakroom where Chen Ge lay hidden. The air grew heavier with each step, the faint scraping of the slippers against the floor amplifying the dread that coiled in his chest.
Trapped beneath the bed, his body still ensnared by the suffocating grip of sleep paralysis, Chen Ge could do nothing but watch in helpless horror as the slippers drew closer. The dim light filtering through the half-open breakroom door cast long, distorted shadows that seemed to writhe across the walls. The slippers pushed the door wider, its hinges creaking ominously, and came to a halt mere inches from the bed. Chen Ge's breath caught in his throat, his immobilized limbs trembling with the effort to move. The proximity of the slippers, now so close he could almost feel their presence, sent a chill racing down his spine. Whatever force controlled them was no longer a distant threat—it was here, in the room, its intentions shrouded in malevolent mystery.
Desperate to avoid detection, Chen Ge squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to appear asleep, though his racing pulse betrayed his fear. A cold draft brushed across his face, chilling his skin like the touch of icy fingers. Then, a faint, rhythmic breathing sounded beside his ear, so close it felt as though an unseen face hovered just above him, scrutinizing his every breath. The sensation was suffocating, the air thick with an unnatural presence that seemed to press against his very soul. His mind screamed with the urge to look, to confirm the horror, but he clamped his eyes tighter, clinging to the fragile pretense of slumber. The slightest movement, he knew, could shatter the illusion and invite whatever lurked nearby to act.
The entity, whatever it was, seemed to be testing him, gauging whether his stillness was genuine or a facade. Chen Ge's heart pounded so loudly he feared it would betray him, each beat echoing in the suffocating silence. He dared not open his eyes, terrified of what he might see—a grotesque figure, perhaps, or the hollow gaze of the skin mask staring back at him. The thought alone was enough to unravel his composure, but he forced himself to remain still, his body rigid with the effort to maintain control. Every second stretched into an eternity, the cold breath lingering like a specter, its presence a constant reminder of the danger inches away. He clung to the hope that his feigned sleep would convince the entity to move on, sparing him from whatever fate it had in store.
After what felt like hours, the chilling sound of breathing faded, leaving only the oppressive quiet of the Haunted House. Chen Ge risked opening his eyes just a sliver, his vision blurred by fear and the strain of immobility. The room appeared empty, the shadows unchanged, but his gaze fell on the slippers beside the bed. They had shifted, their toes now pointing outward, away from the bed, as if their invisible wearer had repositioned them. A horrifying thought gripped him: had the entity climbed onto the bed while he lay paralyzed? The idea that this thing had been roaming the Haunted House night after night, perhaps watching him sleep, sent a shudder through his core. If it harbored malice, the consequences of his vulnerability were too terrifying to contemplate.
The slippers remained motionless, their stillness more unnerving than their movement. Chen Ge's mind raced with the possibility that the entity was now on the bed, lying in wait, its presence cloaked by the darkness. The urgency to escape his paralysis surged within him, and he focused all his energy on his one movable finger, willing it to spark movement in the rest of his body. Completing the black phone's Nightmare Mission had become secondary; the primal need to regain control of his body consumed him. The sensation of being trapped within himself was unbearable, a violation that fueled his determination to break free, no matter the cost.
Chen Ge's mental fortitude, honed by countless trials from the black phone's missions, became his lifeline. He poured every ounce of concentration into his fingers, each small twitch a triumph against the paralysis. Slowly, agonizingly, sensation returned to his hand, and he curled his fingers into a fist, the muscles trembling with effort. His arm began to respond, the stiffness giving way to faint movement. The hammer, still clutched in his other hand, felt like an anchor, a reminder of the limited defense he could muster if he could just move. His focus was unshakable, his will a beacon in the suffocating darkness, as he pushed his body to reclaim itself from the invisible chains that bound him.
The effort was grueling, but Chen Ge could feel the tide turning. His breathing steadied, no longer ragged with panic, and he found he could turn his neck slightly, a small but significant victory. If he could just move his legs, he would be free—free to wield the hammer, to confront whatever lurked in the shadows. The muscles in his arms tensed, veins bulging as he pushed against the paralysis with everything he had. The thought of the entity, possibly lying just above him, drove him to fight harder. He needed to escape, to regain control before it was too late. The hammer's weight in his hand was a promise of resistance, a lifeline in the face of the unknown.
With a final surge of willpower, Chen Ge nudged his body, straining to roll onto his side. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, a relentless drum that matched the intensity of his struggle. Inch by agonizing inch, he turned, the movement unlocking the last of the paralysis's hold. As his body faced the wall, a wave of relief washed over him—the shackles were gone. He was free. But the triumph was short-lived. Slowly, dread creeping into every fiber of his being, he turned to glance behind him. His skin erupted in goosebumps as his eyes met the impossible: a girl lay beside him, her presence silent and unnatural, her form barely discernible in the darkness.
The realization hit like a sledgehammer: the entity hadn't climbed onto the bed—it had been behind him all along. The slippers, the breathing, the oppressive presence—they hadn't come from above but from inches away, sharing the cramped space beneath the bed. Chen Ge's blood ran cold as the truth settled in. The girl, or whatever she was, had been lying beside him, watching, waiting, her existence a silent threat that had gone unnoticed until this moment. The Haunted House's darkness seemed to tighten around him, the air thick with the weight of his discovery, as he faced the chilling reality of what had been sharing his hiding place all along.
After what felt like an eternity of tense anticipation, the eerie silence of the haunted house's staff room remained unbroken, and Chen Ge finally exhaled a shaky sigh of relief, his heart still pounding from the surreal encounter. Inwardly, he exclaimed, "What a close call!" His nerves, honed by countless brushes with danger in the haunted house, had grown resilient, a testament to his strengthened mental fortitude. Without this hard-earned composure, he might have been caught off guard, exposed to the spectral presence that had invaded his space. The air was thick with the musty scent of old wood and lingering adrenaline, the faint creaks of the building amplifying the tension that hung like a veil over the room. The dim light filtering through the cracked window cast eerie shadows across the walls, creating a surreal backdrop that heightened the sense of unease. Chen Ge's body remained tense, his senses heightened as he prepared for whatever might come next, the haunted house seeming to pulse with a quiet, supernatural energy.
In the midst of this heightened awareness, Chen Ge's mind raced, his thoughts sharpened by the crisis as his brain unleashed its full potential. When he caught sight of the girl's face, a strange sense of familiarity washed over him, like a half-remembered dream that lingered just out of reach. Her delicate, almost icy features, framed by cascading hair, shimmered with a ghostly luminescence that was both haunting and alluring. He racked his brain, trying to place where he had seen her before, the familiarity gnawing at him with an almost maddening intensity. The air was thick with the faint, floral scent of her spectral essence, mingling with the musty aroma of the room, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that clouded his thoughts. Just as his frustration peaked, a sudden sensation of cold, soft lips pressed against his own, sending a jolt through his body. The unexpected contact was both startling and electrifying, his senses overwhelmed by the cool, ethereal touch that seemed to pull him deeper into the surreal encounter.
Caught off guard, Chen Ge's instincts screamed to open his eyes and confront the source of the sensation, but his hard-earned common sense held him back, keeping him tense and motionless as he played the role of a sound sleeper. The girl's kiss was clumsy, unfamiliar, her lips awkwardly sucking on his without moving, a tentative exploration that betrayed her inexperience. Yet, even this simple act sent a surge of arousal through him, his erection soaring despite the critical moment. Chen Ge silently marveled at his own ability to maintain such a powerful response under pressure, a testament to his control even in the face of the supernatural. The air was thick with the heat of their proximity, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the intimacy as her cool lips lingered against his, the sensation both thrilling and unnerving. Fearing he had been exposed, he braced himself, but her next move caught him off guard, pushing him deeper into the forbidden dance unfolding in the darkness.
With a sudden, forceful motion, Chen Ge felt himself being flipped over, his body now face-up on the worn mattress. A delicate, weightless form pressed down on him, the ghostly presence of the girl enveloping him with a cool, ethereal embrace. His painfully hard cock was suddenly released from the confines of his pants, the sensation sending a shock through him as the air hit his exposed flesh. "Holy crap! This is happening again!" he thought, his mind racing as memories of a similar encounter with Xiaoxiao—and earlier with Chen Yalin—flooded back. Was this a pattern among the female ghosts of the haunted house, each drawn to this primal, dominant play? The thought of Zhang Ya, another spectral figure, flashed through his mind, adding a layer of intrigue to the surreal moment. The room pulsed with a quiet, supernatural energy, the faint creaks of the floorboards a haunting backdrop to the raw intimacy unfolding between them, as Chen Ge grappled with the overwhelming desire coursing through him.
Before he could process the implications, the girl let out a silvery, ethereal laugh, its haunting melody filling the air as she slowly guided his erect penis into the narrow, hot chamber of her ghostly vagina. The sensation was exquisite, a tight, searing heat that enveloped him completely, contrasting sharply with the coolness of her spectral form. She twisted her slender waist with a practiced grace, swallowing his cock bit by bit until it was fully engulfed, her movements revealing an incomparable mastery that belied her earlier clumsiness. Each motion was deliberate, her ghostly hips finding the perfect spot to grind against his glans, maximizing their shared pleasure with a precision that felt almost rehearsed. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, a faint, virginal fragrance that mingled with the musky aroma of his own, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Chen Ge's mind conjured the innocent face he had glimpsed earlier, now transformed by a voluptuous expression of lust, the pleasure surging like a tide within him, threatening to explode at any moment.
"Hmm... Chen Ge... It hurts... It feels like you need... to come in a little deeper... To my deepest point... Yes... Push against me... Ah... It feels so good... Ah... My little husband... You need me... You need me hard... I want to be your little slut!" the girl's voice was a soft, trembling moan, her words laced with a desperate need as she fought to keep her volume low, afraid of waking him. Her ghostly form quivered with each thrust, the air thick with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their union. She reached out, grasping his hands with her cool, translucent fingers, as if seeking to absorb his warmth. Unsatisfied with the stimulation, she pressed his glans against her ghostly clitoris, pounding it repeatedly with a hungry intensity that sent waves of pleasure through them both. Chen Ge felt a greedy, spectral mouth at the end of her vagina, kissing and sucking his glans, drawing him deeper into the abyss of ecstasy. The room pulsed with the heat of their encounter, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the surreal intimacy.
Cold sweat mingled with the threat of his impending release, but Chen Ge's rebellious nature surged, refusing to let the ghostly girl dictate the pace. Under her astonished, luminous eyes, he sat up abruptly, capturing her lips in a fierce, unyielding kiss. He pried open her teeth with a possessive hunger, sucking her soft, ghostly tongue into his mouth, the coolness of her essence sending a jolt through him. Breaking free from her fingers, he thrust rapidly into her, his cock pounding with a relentless rhythm that shattered the quiet of the room. "Oh... ah... ah... ah... ah... so good... I can't take it anymore... ah... mmm... I can't take it anymore... ah... I can't control it anymore... oh... I'm flying... I'm flying!" the girl's moans were a frantic, ethereal wail, her beautiful eyes closing as if to deceive herself that this was all a dream. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, the faint creaks of the mattress a haunting backdrop to their primal dance as Chen Ge claimed her with unrestrained passion.
Chen Ge opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto the delicate, icy sculpture of the girl's face, her youthful beauty a luxury that surpassed any cosmetic. The flush of lust adorned her cheeks, transforming her ethereal, fairy-like visage into that of a fox spirit toying with the human world. The sight was intoxicating, her shimmering, translucent skin glowing faintly in the dim light, amplifying the surreal allure of their encounter. Her long, cascading hair spread like seaweed across the mattress, framing her face in a halo of ghostly beauty. The room pulsed with the heat of their union, the faint creaks of the haunted house a haunting counterpoint to her soft, shuddering moans. The realization that he had seen her correctly—her delicate features now contorted with pleasure—only fueled his desire, his thrusts growing more forceful as he surrendered to the animal instincts she had awakened within him.
the girl's confusion was palpable, her luminous eyes wide with astonishment as Chen Ge's thrusts intensified, his cock pounding fiercely into her ghostly vagina as if to shatter her from within. Her slender limbs clung to his muscular body like an octopus, her flower heart contracting and twitching violently with each thrust. A powerful, pleasurable sensation of being filled spread from the soles of her feet to the center of her thighs, overwhelming her with ecstasy. "No... If this continues, I want... Don't... Don't move... Ah... It hurts!" she cried, her inner pleas ignored as Chen Ge grabbed her snowy, translucent ankles, straightening her legs with a possessive grip. His thrusts grew stronger, lightning-fast, the exaggerated motions producing loud, snapping sounds that echoed through the room. The air was thick with the scent of her ghostly nectar, the faint creaks of the mattress amplifying the intensity as her sparkling feet swayed with each thrust, outlining an alluring curve.
Her delicate head shook, her long, cascading hair spreading like a dark tide across the mattress, her vaginal fluids overflowing in a cool, rich stream of honey that was stirred and splashed everywhere by the thick root of his penis. The girl felt as though she were floating on a cloud, her mind blank, her thoughts consumed by the pure enjoyment of the pleasure coursing through her. The difference between her tentative movements and Chen Ge's powerful, precise thrusts was staggering, his strength overwhelming her tender flower heart with hundreds of hard poundings. The air was thick with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their union, the room's eerie silence shattered by her soft, shuddering moans. Her ghostly form trembled, her body and soul quivering with the unimaginable pleasure that threatened to unravel her completely, the haunted house bearing witness to their forbidden dance.
Chen Ge's crimson eyes fixed on the girl's blossoming lips, the continuous flow of honey from her twitching vagina sending waves of lust and excitement through him. The sight of her blushing, beautiful face sparked a sinister thought, and he shifted her position, placing her snow-white legs over his shoulders and clasping her soft, smooth back. Leaning gently against the bed, he allowed her luminous eyes to take in the full sight of their entanglement, the thick, red rod of his cock thrusting in and out of her glistening vagina. A lock of black hair cascaded down her cheek, landing on her snow-white breasts, partially obscuring the rosy crimson of her nipples, creating an alluring scene that heightened the intensity of the moment. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the surreal intimacy as they surrendered to the primal rhythm of their union.
Burning with lust, the girl opened her dazed, luminous eyes, her gaze falling on the thick, red rod gleaming with a lustful, wet sheen as it thrust in and out of her vagina. "Ah! Ah! Stop, stop, it's going to break... Wuuu! Wuuu... It's going to break..." she cried, her voice a trembling wail as she realized she could no longer escape. Her legs, draped over Chen Ge's shoulders, clasped tightly around his body, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief as her lips parted, unable to articulate the overwhelming sensations. The exquisite pleasure left her ears ringing and her vision swimming, her moans growing louder and more rapid: "...Mmm... M..." The air was thick with the scent of her ghostly nectar, the room's eerie silence shattered by the wet, rhythmic sounds of their union as the climax approached its breaking point, her fair belly heaving with excitement.
Finally, the climax reached its peak, and the girl's entire body convulsed with a surge of ecstasy, her most beautiful part sucking tightly around Chen Ge's cock, as if drawing her very soul into it. The layers of ghostly flesh wrapped around him, intensifying his excitement to an unbearable degree. With a sudden, powerful thrust, Chen Ge stopped moving, the tip of his cock pressed against the center of her flower as a stream of hot, thick semen burst forth, rushing unstoppably deep into her vagina. Her head jerked back, leaning against his shoulder, and a high-pitched moan broke through her lips, echoing through the room. "Ahh... Ahhhhhhhh... You badass... My dear husband... Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhh... I can't take it anymore... Ahhhhh... It feels so good... Ahhhhhh, I feel so good... Ahhhhhh... I'm going to die..." Her body, once struggling like ice and snow, softened into a pliant, trembling mass, her belly rolling around his cock as waves of pleasure consumed her.
Chen Ge felt a huge stream of sticky, warm liquid pouring down his shaft, spreading across his entire cock and flooding his crotch with a warmth he couldn't distinguish as her ghostly urine or honey. The sensation pushed him over the edge, his body and mind softening as he orgasmed with an intensity that left him breathless. The air was thick with the scent of their shared climax, the faint creaks of the haunted house a haunting backdrop to the raw, unfiltered passion that enveloped them. the girl's ghostly form shimmered faintly, her luminous eyes half-closed as she surrendered to the afterglow, her body trembling with the remnants of their ecstasy. The room pulsed with the energy of their union, the shadows dancing across the walls as if bearing witness to the forbidden dance between the living and the dead, leaving Chen Ge lost in the surreal beauty of the moment.
Exhausted from the frenzied, otherworldly passion that had consumed them, Chen Ge and the girl clung to each other in a prolonged, intimate embrace, their bodies pressed close on the worn mattress in the haunted house's dimly lit staff room. The air was thick with the lingering scent of their shared arousal, a heady blend of her ghostly nectar and his musky essence, mingling with the musty aroma of old wood that permeated the space. Her delicate, translucent form felt weightless yet undeniably present against his muscular frame, her cool, spectral skin a soothing contrast to the heat still radiating from his body..
Just as Chen Ge prepared to break the heavy silence, his lips parting to ask what had driven her to such an intense encounter, the girl lifted her head, her luminous, translucent eyes meeting his with a piercing intensity. Her gaze was a complex tapestry of emotions—reluctance, longing, and a chorus of unspoken feelings that Chen Ge couldn't fully decipher. The depth of her stare was haunting, her delicate features glowing faintly in the dim light, framed by cascading locks of dark hair that shimmered like liquid night. The air grew thick with an unspoken tension, the faint creaks of the haunted house amplifying the weight of her unspoken words. Then, with a sudden, resolute motion, she transformed into a fleeting shadow, her ghostly form dissolving into a wispy, dark mist that bolted out of the room, leaving only a faint chill in her wake. The abruptness of her departure sent a jolt through Chen Ge, his senses snapping to attention as the room seemed to pulse with the lingering energy of her spectral presence.
Instinctively, Chen Ge sprang into action, his heart pounding as he grabbed the heavy hammer resting against the wall and snatched his phone from the bedside table. The weight of the hammer felt reassuring in his hand, a tangible anchor in the face of the supernatural. He bolted after her, his footsteps echoing through the darkened corridors of the haunted house, the creaky floorboards groaning under his weight. The air grew colder as he moved, the faint, musty scent of the building now tinged with the lingering floral fragrance of the girl's ghostly essence, guiding him through the shadows like a spectral trail. His mind raced with questions, the urgency of the chase mingling with the afterglow of their intimate encounter, creating a heady mix of adrenaline and desire. The haunted house seemed to come alive around him, its walls whispering secrets as he pursued the fleeting shadow, determined to uncover the truth behind her sudden flight.