Meng Jingyi walked upstairs and just as she pushed open the door and entered, the door suddenly slammed shut with a bang.
Startled, she reflexively looked back, but saw nothing behind her. Puzzled, she turned around, and a drop of liquid fell onto her forehead. She furrowed her brow, reached up to touch, and wiped. She then saw her fingers stained with fresh red blood.
Her heart began to thump wildly, and she slowly looked up. She saw a head hanging from the ceiling light, long hair dangling straight down. On the ghastly pale face were two eyes that had fallen out of their sockets, with blood oozing from the two empty, gaping holes, and a mouth curved into a sinister smile.
Meng Jingyi screamed loudly in fright, yet she was mute, unable to make a sound.
