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. Late–night browsing often leads to stumbling upon various content, ranging from tantalizing culinary delights

she continued scrolling, she encountered a series of videos titled “Do not watch this

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. She

good health” habits by keeping it away

eyes, ready to drift off to sleep, a peculiar odor wafted through the air–an unmistakable scent of

hugged her blanker tightly and turned over, reaching out to

degrees.

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

solace in the coolness and gradually drifted off

but an unusual chill seemed to permeate the air.

sensation of coldness.

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

clock blared. Rubbing her eyes, she could not help but complain about the

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

good night’s sleep, she resolved to establish healthy

never kept her

she got up to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then she smelled the stench

change her clothes, the odor grew

dead mouse smell be coming from…”

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

design, and at its base is a

the floor.

of miscellaneous items in the closet

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

she grumbled and called her

for miscellaneous items was acceptable; she

with dead mice, they had to be removed!

and check out the wardrobe?”