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…”

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 culinary delights to DIY tips and even horror short

a series of videos titled “Do not

her mobile phone, feeling a sense of unease creeping up within her. “Don’t watch it, -don’t watch it. It’s scary,” she muttered to herself,

her phone to the end of the bed, practicing good health” habits by keeping it away from her sleeping area to minimize radiation

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

her blanker tightly and turned over, reaching out to adjust the air conditioner to

degrees.

chill in the air dispersing any lingering

found solace in the

girl wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, but an unusual chill seemed to permeate the air.

sensation of coldness.

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 way to a perceived drop in temperature

Rubbing her eyes, she could not help but complain about the early morning

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

resolved to establish healthy sleep habits and prioritize her

never kept her

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

her clothes, the odor

this dead mouse smell be coming from…”

the scent, and her gaze landed on

is of an antique design, and at its base is a built–in compartment

the floor.

the presence of miscellaneous items in the closet

muttered, “There’s a dead mouse in

grumbled and called her

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

to dealing with dead mice, they had to be removed!

check out the wardrobe?” the