Megan didn't have time to take another look.

Before she could blink, the old woman had disappeared, and she was pushed back onto the bed.

Niki exclaimed in anger, "Megan, do you want to die? Who told you to get out of bed? Do you want to bleed more?"

Megan pressed her lips together and remained silent.

Late at night.

In a rented room in a certain residential area.

A young girl sat on the bed scrolling through her phone when she suddenly smelled something strange.

She turned on the light and got off the bed, sniffing around the room.

"Strange, where did this smell of dead mouse come from..."

She swept under the bed with a broom and found a few hair ties and coins that had fallen off, but nothing else.

"There's nothing here!"

She frowned and shook her head, put the broom away, and when she sniffed again, she couldn't smell that odor anymore.

"That's weird," the girl muttered, "I'll ask the landlord to come and take a look another day."

She turned off the light, lay back in bed, and continued to scroll through her phone, occasionally giggling.

The glow from the phone screen illuminated her face, making her look a little eerie.

She was so engrossed that she didn't even notice the girl standing behind her with her head down, hair hanging down, staring at the phone with her, and occasionally grinning.

"Recently, a doll exhibition was reported at the xxx temple in the city... This batch of dolls was made by Blossom Bungalow Doll House... They are called bone ash dolls..."

The girl let out a startled cry. It was scary to come across something like this late at night, so she quickly swiped it away.

Late-night scrolling through short videos always leads to stumbling upon certain things, food, donkey-kicking, carpet cleaning... and horror videos...

The girl was scrolling through and came across the "Can't See During the Day, Can't Avoid at Night" series.

She quickly turned off her phone and muttered, "I won't watch anymore. It's really scary."

She casually tossed her phone to the end of the bed. Although she stayed up late every day, she also paid attention to "health" - she couldn't put her phone next to her bed to avoid radiation.

After closing her eyes, the fearless girl soon smelled the faint odor of dead mice again.

She hugged her blanket and turned over, opening the air conditioning to 18 degrees, then crawling under the covers.

Sure enough, it was much better, and she couldn't smell the foul odor anymore.

The girl was satisfied and gradually fell asleep.

Late at night...

The girl wrapped in her blanket felt increasingly cold, colder and colder.

But this is a normal phenomenon when sleeping with the air conditioning on, where one feels that the air conditioning is colder than when it was first turned on halfway through the night.

The girl did not think much in her sleep, she just folded the sides of the blanket and lifted her feet, placing the blanket under her feet, feeling a little warmer, and continued sleeping.

The next morning, the girl was awakened by her alarm clock and struggled to get up.

She cried, "I'm so tired, why do I have to go to work? I can't play with my phone at night anymore, I have to go to bed before 10 o'clock from now on!" She said it, but she had never been able to do it.

She complained while getting up to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then smelled that stench again.

When she opened the closet to change clothes, the smell became even stronger. "I'm so angry, where did the dead mouse come from?"

The girl looked around for the smell and her gaze fell on the wardrobe at the bottom of the closet.

This is an old-fashioned wardrobe, with a closet underneath that connects to the ground.

When the girl rented the house, the landlord said that there were some things in the closet, all miscellaneous items, and told her not to touch them.

The girl sneered, "There must be a dead mouse inside."

She complained as she opened her phone and wanted to call the landlord to come and deal with it.

The miscellaneous items could be left, she didn't need so many cabinets, but the dead mouse had to be cleaned up! "Hello... landlord, when are you coming to deal with your wardrobe?" The girl asked while changing clothes.

The landlord seemed surprised on the other end of the line and asked, "Did you open it?" The girl shook her head, "No."

She didn't have the habit of touching other people's things, so when the landlord told her not to touch the wardrobe, she didn't touch it.

Moreover, the wardrobe was locked, and she didn't have the time to pick someone else's lock.

The landlord instructed, "I'm on a business trip now, and I will deal with it when I return.

Don't touch it. I have some computer accessories and the like in there, and it's hard for me to replace them if they are damaged."

The girl said okay and urged him to deal with it as soon as possible before hanging up the phone.

She looked at the wardrobe and simply took out her own perfume and sprayed it on the wardrobe.

The scent mixed with the smell of the dead mouse, making it even more disgusting.

There was nothing she could do, so she found some transparent tape and taped all the edges of the wardrobe, sealing it tightly. "This will have to do for now..."

It seems that it's not as smelly as before. The girl hurriedly put on her high heels and went to work.

Inside the wardrobe, several dresses hung quietly on the hanger. On the far side, a girl with hair falling on both sides of her face suddenly floated there.

"Sister, stick it on," the girl whispered, "Why did you go to work again? I'm so bored at home by myself..."

She raised her head slightly, revealing a face with fierce scars, "I'm in the wardrobe, why didn't you find me for so long, and even sealed me up..."

The female ghost floated out of the wardrobe, hauntingly wandering in the room.

It seemed very familiar, imitating the girl's daily footsteps, lingering in the kitchen for a while and standing next to the pot.

Then she clasped her hands together, as if holding a bowl of noodles, and sat down on the sofa.

Then she sat on the sofa like this, staring straight at the coffee table in front of her...