Standing in the dark corner of the stairs, Lan Dong held the dirty ball of paper, and the more he studied it, the more unsettling he felt.
"Lan Dong, what does the paper say?" Liu Gang asked behind him. Lan Dong kept his head lowered and did not answer.
"Brother Dong?" Ah Li was worried about him, so he jogged over.
"It's fine, just a ghost story." Lan Dong tossed the ball of paper next to the mannequin's feet. He used the phone, bent over, and aimed the screen's light at the face. The mannequin looked about five years old. It wore clothes with red and white stripes. There were brown stains on its shoes, and the collar and wrists had red thread tied around them, as if afraid that something might escape from inside its clothes.
"Ghost baby?" Xiao Chun also walked over. She stared at the child in the corner, and her voice changed.
"What's a ghost baby? Have you seen similar mannequin somewhere else?" Liu Gang was feeling afraid.
