Dust and dark red blood stained the young, tender face.
Blood oozed from the top of her head downward, along her tattered skin, her bulging blood-shot eyes, and the green and purple bruises around her neck.
It was as if there were countless layers of memories deeply etched in the mind of their owner.
Qin Qing's eyes widened at the sight of those crimson eyes, recalling how the young girl struggled, cried, and screamed that day, the blood soaking into her eyes as she begged for help.
"Ahhh!!!"
She screamed, waving the kitchen knife and slashing at the little ghost, while stumbling backward against the refrigerator.
Her body awkwardly collapsing onto the ground.
The little ghost slowly split her lips into a smile, advancing step by step.
The surroundings were pitch black, save for the warm glow of a small lamp overhead which, paradoxically, made the scene before her even more sinister, the blood spilling onto the ground taking on a fantastical yet eerie hue.
