Papa lived on the ground floor of an apartment building, and according to the elderly residents, the complex was once a graveyard. When the apartment was constructed, many graves were relocated, but numerous unclaimed graves remained untouched. The developer, without a second thought, sent bulldozers to clear the land, erecting high-rises in their place.
Living on a former graveyard came with its share of eerie occurrences, and Papa was always on edge, fearing that something otherworldly might come knocking.
One stormy night, amidst thunder and lightning, a flash of lightning illuminated a face outside his window. Startled, Papa woke his boyfriend, telling him he had seen a face outside the window.
His boyfriend replied, "Nonsense, let me go check it out."
As his boyfriend went outside, time passed, and he didn't return. Papa, summoning his courage, got out of bed and opened the door.
Outside, he found a little girl, around three or four years old, as tall as the window. When she saw Papa approaching, she shook her head while mumbling incoherently, her words unintelligible.
Papa searched outside for his boyfriend for quite some time but couldn't find him. It suddenly dawned on him that the little girl seemed unusual. He turned to find her.
He crouched down and asked, "What did you say earlier?"
The little girl raised her head, her eyes gleaming with an eerie light, sending shivers down Papa's spine.
The girl once again waved her hand and mumbled, "Full, not eating, full, not eating..."
With another flash of lightning, the little girl's face turned ghastly green, revealing her sharp, white fangs.
Papa's scalp tingled, and he rushed back inside, slamming the door shut and using his body to block it.
After a while, the little girl knocked on the door and said, "Mom, let's go home."
When Papa turned to look, a woman in white clothes with long black hair covering her face was hovering in mid-air.