Cold, damp, pitch-black, Tang Hanlu clings to her mother's phone, helpless as a little white rabbit falling into a wolf's den.
Fear sprouts within her flesh and blood, roots piercing her skin, Tang Hanlu feels that what she's experiencing now is more terrifying than the nightmare earlier.
She has never asked her mother about work, she only knows her mother is very busy, with many patients needing her care.
It wasn't until she looked at her mother's contacts that Tang Hanlu realized her mother's job might be somewhat peculiar.
After dialing the number marked as 'ghost', the room seemed to come alive, as if she was living inside someone's organ.
The air seemed to thicken, every breath became laborious, Tang Hanlu scanned around, the house felt increasingly unfamiliar, shadows flickered on the dark TV screen, stainless steel utensils, and smooth surfaces, twisting, writhing, drawing closer!
