Sun Changbiao was so scared that he shuddered violently, flung open the bedroom door, and ran out.
In his panic, he rushed into his son's bedroom across the hall, slammed the door shut, and then crawled into the wardrobe.
He turned around and slowly pulled the wardrobe door close, peering outside through the air vent in the door.
"Chang… Biao."
Wu Xiaoyan's voice was still sounding, unhurried, followed by a series of rustling noises, indicating that the woman seemed to be getting out of bed.
Sun Changbiao was shaking terribly. He bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain distracting him from his fear, focusing his attention on the sounds coming from outside.
The rustling moved out of the bedroom, onto the hallway outside, and gradually faded away.
It seemed to head toward the living room; then another "Changbiao" was heard, faintly coming from that direction.
