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…”

unexpected in the middle of the night. She quickly swiped away, feeling a slight sense of unease. Late–night browsing often leads to stumbling

of videos titled “Do not watch this

off her mobile phone, feeling a sense of unease creeping up within her. “Don’t watch it, -don’t watch it. It’s

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

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

hugged her blanker tightly and turned over, reaching out

degrees.

quilt, the chill in the

girl found solace in the coolness and gradually drifted

chill seemed to permeate the air. Despite the comforting

sensation of coldness.

to feel colder in the middle of the night when sleeping with the air conditioner on. The initial coolness that provided relief gradually

Rubbing her eyes, she could not help

so tired. Why do I have to go to work? I need more sleep. From now on, I should avoid using my phone

good night’s sleep, she resolved to establish healthy sleep habits and prioritize her

kept

up to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then

opened the closet to change her clothes, the odor grew more intense.

dead mouse smell be coming from…”

of the scent, and her gaze landed on

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 not to move them.

“There’s a dead mouse in there.”

and called her landlord.

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

came to dealing with dead mice, they

out the wardrobe?” the girl asked while