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…”

quickly swiped away, feeling a slight sense of unease. Late–night browsing often leads to stumbling upon

encountered a series of videos titled “Do not watch

a sense of unease creeping up within her. “Don’t watch it, -don’t watch it. It’s scary,”

health” habits by keeping

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

turned over, reaching out

degrees.

chill in the air dispersing

girl found solace in the coolness and gradually drifted off to

in the quilt, but an unusual chill seemed to permeate the air. Despite the comforting hum of the air conditioner, she

sensation of coldness.

conditioner on. The initial coolness that provided relief gradually gives way

out of bed as the alarm clock blared. Rubbing her eyes,

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

she resolved to establish healthy sleep habits and prioritize her

kept her

complained as she got up to brush her teeth and wash her

her clothes, the odor grew more

this dead mouse smell be coming from…”

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

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

the floor.

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

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

and called her

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

dead mice, they had to be removed!

come and check out the wardrobe?” the

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