Jia, accompanied by Mingshen and Bojing, followed the college group, albeit keeping some distance between them. Stepping farther inside the haunted house, they were immediately enveloped by inky darkness. The air grew thick with an earthy, musty scent, as if they had entered a long-forgotten cemetery. Their footsteps echoed on cold, stone floors.
Bojing gulped, hearing the faint drip of water in the distance which only added to his unease.
I-Is that water o-or blood…?
As they walked along the dimly lit corridors, the walls adorned with eerie portraits seemed to watch their every move.
"Eek!! Th-the eyes! Her e-eyes moved!"
