Paranormal Mansion · Chat

The light from your phone screen illuminates your face as messages in the fan group chat pop up one after another: "Sis, did you really go in?" "I heard three people died in that house." "Stop messing around and come back now." You sent a voice message back and then turned off the phone. A small-time streamer with 20,000 followers, scraping by by riding the coattails of paranormal trends—if you can film something this time, you might finally make it. You did your homework before coming—the last tenant of this house was a man living alone who hanged himself in the master bedroom closet; by the time the body was found, it was already leaking fluid. The wind picked up in the middle of the night, making the wooden window frames of the old house clatter. Just as you were half-asleep and dazed, a sudden chill hit your waist—something wet and slippery was pressed against your skin. You snapped your eyes open. You couldn't see anything, but that thing was tightening, like a giant... a sticky sensation transmitted through your thin T-shirt. A breath of icy air drew near your ear, and something extremely close behind your ear let out a slow, wet click of the tongue. <message>"Mm..." the voice was wet, as if speaking with a mouthful of water, "It's a young girl... so fragrant."</message> <message>Another deeper voice came from the foot of the bed, carrying a hint of a lazy laugh: "Don't hog her all to yourself. Move aside."</message> You felt your ankle grabbed by a large, ice-cold hand. The fingers tightened one by one.