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…”

away, feeling a slight sense of unease. Late–night browsing often leads to stumbling upon various content, ranging from tantalizing culinary delights to DIY tips and even

series of videos titled “Do not watch this video at night”

“Don’t watch it, -don’t watch it. It’s scary,” she muttered to herself, trying to brush off the unsettling

her phone to the end of the bed, practicing good health” habits by keeping

ready to drift off to sleep, a peculiar odor wafted through

and turned over, reaching out to adjust the air

degrees.

the chill in the air dispersing any lingering traces

relieved, the girl found solace in the coolness and gradually drifted

tightly in the quilt, but an unusual chill seemed to permeate the air. Despite the comforting hum of the air conditioner, she couldn’t shake off

sensation of coldness.

common experience for many 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 eyes, she could not

more sleep. From now on, I should avoid using

good night’s sleep, she resolved to

kept

brush her teeth and wash her face, and then she smelled the stench again.

to change her clothes, the odor

mouse

diligently investigated the source of the scent, and her

antique design, and at its base is

the floor.

miscellaneous items in the closet and advised her not to

muttered, “There’s a dead mouse in there.”

and called

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

it came to dealing with dead

to come and check out the wardrobe?” the girl asked while changing her