In the master bedroom on the second floor, after pushing open the door, the room was dark. The curtains blocked out the sunlight. The old lady in a green Tang suit stood silently at the foot of the wall, still staring straight at Amelia without saying a word. Amelia ignored her and asked Grandpa Glen tentatively, "Can I open the window a little? Just a little."
Grandpa Glen was lying on the bed. The room was dark, and his face could not be seen clearly. He only felt that the entire room was lifeless. The group of people entered the room, but the people on the bed did not move at all.
Victor's hair stood on end. If he hadn't heard someone's voice just now, he would have suspected that Uncle Glen was dead… Wait, if a person could still speak after death, wouldn't that be even more terrifying?!
Victor shouted with a trembling voice, "Uncle Glen?"
The person on the bed finally coughed and said weakly, "Open it."
