I work until late every day. The place where I live is relatively remote because the rent is cheap. There are many cars passing by in the bustling area, but there are very few cars and people passing by the area where I live, and it seems very deserted. I

The building I live in is also a single building. I don’t know how they planned the community. It is obviously a square community, but an extra building was suddenly built.

However, after living here for a long time, I gradually got used to it. I often go to my neighbor's house to play during my weekends, and I don't think there is anything wrong with living here.

It was another day after the night shift, and I dragged my tired steps home. There was no one on the road today. Only the street lamps were left alone to accompany me. There were still a few scattered lights on upstairs around me. As I walked, I

Suddenly I heard the patter and patter of footsteps coming from behind. The sound was like someone

It was made by people running barefoot on the cement floor. It was extremely strange. The sound was getting closer and closer to me. I didn’t dare to look back, for fear of being a bad person, and I didn’t dare to think in the direction of ghosts. I pretended to be calm and walked in

After entering the corridor, the sound disappeared, and I hurried back home.

The strange footsteps appeared again the next night. My heart was in my throat, but the sound disappeared as soon as I entered the corridor.

Out of fear, I asked a more courageous friend to take me home at night and sleep with me. The strange footsteps on the road no longer sounded. Later, my friend said that I was nervous because I always walked at night, and suggested that I move. I agreed.

Already.

A friend helped me find the house. The location was very good, but the price was a bit expensive. I could barely afford it, so I gritted my teeth and decided to move.

The night before I was moving, my friend had something to do and couldn't send me home, so I had to bite the bullet and go home by myself. Pat, pat, the strange footsteps sounded again, and my heart was beating wildly.

Once we entered the corridor, the sound disappeared. The first thing I did after returning home was to lie on the window and look at the road carefully, looking for the source of the footsteps.

Suddenly a hand was put on my shoulder, and a girl's voice came into my ears: "Are you looking for me?"

The next day, my body was found in the rental house. It looked strange. He was standing in front of the window with his back to the house, his head turned as if he was looking back at something, and his expression was extremely distorted, as if he was frightened.
Chapter completed!