My House of Horrors

Summary of the My House of Horrors

The place had this weird, muffled smell clinging around the edges like it was trying to seep in from another world. And let's not talk about the ceiling sounds – pebbles seemed to be doing laps bouncing off it upstairs. Footsteps echoed down the hall, rhythmic and deliberate, making his skin crawl under his thin blanket. Oh, and next door? He distinctly heard sawdust scraping through cracks in the walls during a time when all should have been quiet.

Then came *his* room. The doorknob felt like it was whispering secrets before giving a tiny rattle that sent shivers down his spine. But the worst part had to be the bathroom sink faucet. He watched, paranoid, as he tightened its cap – but it kept *dripping*, this low, insistent sound against the bone-chilling silence of the night.

He even found himself looking under his bed one morning; right there was a slightly deflated rubber ball rolling by itself across the floor panels. It just rolled and rolled...

And now, 3 am sharp, Chen Ge wasn't sleeping. He was crouched near that room heater, clutching a cleaver tighter than he'd ever held it before in his life. A gut feeling – or maybe something else entirely – told him to hide here.

His phone buzzed then: the landlord's number. The one text he desperately wanted sent at this hour. But as he lifted the receiver, hope bubbling up inside him like hot oil... *nothing*. Just an unanswered call sliding back into his pocket.

This place? It felt way too crowded tonight, and he had a feeling it was more than just bad construction or city density that was making it feel that way.