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…”

feeling a slight sense of unease. Late–night browsing often leads to stumbling upon various content,

scrolling, she encountered a series of videos titled “Do

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

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

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 air

degrees.

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

girl found solace in the coolness and gradually drifted off

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

sensation of coldness.

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

girl reluctantly forced herself out of bed as the alarm clock blared. Rubbing her eyes, she could not

From now on, I should avoid using my phone

the importance of a good night’s sleep, she resolved to establish healthy

kept

as she got up to brush her teeth and wash her face,

change her

could this dead mouse smell be coming

diligently investigated the source of the scent, and her gaze landed on the

an antique design, and at its

the floor.

the girl rented the house, the landlord mentioned the presence of miscellaneous items in the

muttered, “There’s a dead mouse in

she grumbled and

items was acceptable; she did not mind

when it came to dealing with dead mice, they had

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