Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Chapter 320

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…”

out a startled “Huh” as she came across something unexpected in the middle of the night. She quickly swiped away, feeling a slight sense of unease. Late–night browsing often

series of videos titled

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.

habits by

drift off to sleep, a peculiar odor wafted through the

tightly and turned over, reaching out to

degrees.

breeze, she nestled back into her quilt, the chill in the air dispersing any lingering

found solace in the coolness

to permeate

sensation of coldness.

people to feel colder in the middle of the night when sleeping with the air conditioner on. The initial coolness that provided relief gradually

herself out of bed as the alarm clock blared. Rubbing her

Why do I have to go to work? I need more sleep. From now on, I should avoid using

good night’s sleep, she resolved to establish healthy sleep habits and prioritize

kept her word.

her teeth and wash her face, and then she

closet to change her clothes, the odor

this dead mouse smell

and her gaze landed on the

and at its base is a built–in compartment connected

the floor.

mentioned the presence of miscellaneous items in the closet and advised

girl smirked and muttered, “There’s a dead

grumbled and

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

dead mice, they had to be

to come and check out the wardrobe?” the girl

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