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…”

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 leads to stumbling upon various content, ranging from tantalizing

a series of videos titled “Do not watch this

her. “Don’t watch it, -don’t watch it.

the end of the bed, practicing good health” habits by keeping it

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

turned over, reaching out to adjust the air conditioner

degrees.

the chill in the air dispersing any lingering traces

in the coolness and

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

sensation of coldness.

was a 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 gives

bed as the alarm clock blared. Rubbing her eyes, she could

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

resolved to

never kept her word.

to brush her teeth and wash

her clothes, the odor

could this dead mouse smell

the scent, and

particular wardrobe is of an antique design, and at its base is a

the floor.

the girl rented the house, the landlord mentioned the presence of miscellaneous items in the closet and advised her

and muttered, “There’s a dead

she grumbled and

space for miscellaneous items was acceptable; she did

dead mice, they had

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