Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Chapter 320 Don’t Use Your Phone at Night

Grace could not spare a moment to take a second look, as the elderly woman vanished in an instant, and she was swiftly pushed back onto the bed.

Quinnie scolded her angrily, “Gracie, don’t you care about your life? Who allowed you to get out of bed? Seems like you haven’t bled enough!”

Grace pursed her lips, choosing to remain silent

Late at night, in a rented room in a particular neighborhood, a young girl sat on the bed, swiping through her mobile phone when she suddenly sensed something peculiar.

Switching on the light, she rose from the bed and cautiously moved around the house, sniffing the air as she walked.

“Strange, where did the smell of dead mice come from…” she muttered to herself.

She swept the broom under the bed, only finding a few stray hairpins and coins that had rolled underneath.

There’s nothing here!” she concluded with a frown, shaking her head.

Then she sniffed the air once more, the odor had mysteriously vanished.

“It’s really strange,” the girl muttered to herself. “I’ll have to ask the landlord to come and take a look. another day.”

With that thought, she switched off the light and settled back onto the bed, engrossed in her phone.

Now and then, she burst into laughter, the glow from the phone’s screen casting an eerie light on her face.

Unbeknownst to her, a girl stood silently behind her, her head lowered and her hair covering her face. She gazed intently at the screen of the phone, mirroring the girl’s actions and occasionally flashing a grin of her own. Yet, the girl remained completely oblivious to the presence behind her.

“Recently, there have been reports at Olivine Temple saying that dolls made by Spring Friends were made of ashes…”

middle of the night. She quickly swiped away, feeling a slight sense of unease.

encountered a series of videos

mobile phone, feeling a sense of unease creeping up within her. “Don’t watch it, -don’t watch it. It’s scary,” she muttered to herself, trying to brush off the unsettling thoughts.

bed, practicing good health” habits by keeping it away from her sleeping area to minimize radiation

drift off to sleep, a peculiar odor wafted through the air–an unmistakable scent of decaying mice, growing increasingly distinct

tightly and turned over, reaching out to adjust the

degrees.

quilt, the chill in

found solace in the

grew darker, the girl wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, but an unusual chill seemed to permeate the air. Despite the comforting

sensation of coldness.

conditioner on. The initial coolness that provided relief gradually gives way to a perceived drop in temperature as the body adjusts and becomes more sensitive to the

clock blared. Rubbing her

sleep. From now on, I should avoid using my phone at night and make sure to

she resolved to establish healthy sleep habits and prioritize

kept her

up to brush her teeth and wash her

her clothes, the odor grew more intense.

this dead mouse smell be coming from…”

source of the scent, and her

antique design, and at its base is

the floor.

of miscellaneous items

“There’s a dead mouse in there.”

and called her landlord.

space for miscellaneous items was acceptable; she did not mind the surplus

dealing with dead mice, they had to

Landlord, when are you planning to come and check out