Last night, around this time, a girl knocked on the door, asking for LUCY.

Tonight, at the same time, someone knocked on the door again.

David and I exchanged glances and walked straight to the door. I peered out through the peephole.

Sure enough, it was the same young girl.

She came again!

This time, the girl was still knocking but said nothing.

I said to David, "It was her last night, asking for LUCY."

"You told her last night there's no LUCY here. Why is she back? Is she crazy?"

Before I could finish, David opened the door. I tried to stop him, but it was too late.

The moment the door opened, my heart leaped into my throat. I had a strong feeling that something terrifying would happen as soon as the door was opened.

But clearly, I was overthinking it. Nothing scary happened when the door opened.

The girl stood outside, with long golden hair and a good figure.

She was dressed exactly the same as last night, in a black dress with red high heels.

Even though nothing scary happened, I still felt a chill run down my spine.

David, visibly annoyed, asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The girl, expressionless, coldly replied, "I'm looking for LUCY. Is LUCY home?"

The exact same answer, word for word, as last night.

"Miss, you asked the same thing last night. There's no one here by that name. Why are you back tonight?"

Again, she reacted just as she did last night, saying nothing more.

David, whose temper was rather short, especially since he was eager to go back to sleep, said, "Don't come back here again. There's no one by that name. Stop disturbing us!"

Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.

He was about to close the door when suddenly, the girl reached out with her right hand and held the door firmly, preventing David from closing it.

Her sudden action startled me.

David looked at her, puzzled, and angrily asked, "What the hell do you want? Are you crazy?"

The girl still didn't speak. She held the door with her right hand and slowly raised her left hand.

I noticed her skin was very pale, paler than a corpse in a morgue.

She lifted her left hand and pointed toward the bedroom.

Instinctively, I glanced back at the bedroom.

When I looked back, David had already slammed the door shut, cursing.

"This girl must be mentally unstable."

"Anyway, we're only staying here for one night. Let's go back to sleep."

I quickly grabbed David. "How about we switch rooms?"

"Why did that girl point towards the bedroom?"

And the footprints I saw earlier also disappeared at the master bedroom door.

"The buyer who purchased this house also felt there was something wrong with the bedroom, which is why they came to our company to complain."

Although I don't believe in ghosts, the girl's behavior was unsettling.

"So I think we should switch rooms."

"Man, the buyer thinks there's something wrong with the bedroom. If we don't sleep there, why did we come here?"

David looked at me with some exasperation. "If we can't prove there's nothing wrong with the bedroom, we'll lose the commission for this house, and our company's reputation will be at stake."

Without another word, he dragged me into the bedroom.

David was incredibly callous; he lay down on the bed in the bedroom and fell asleep immediately.

I was really scared. After thinking about it, I got up and locked the bedroom door from the inside, then returned to bed to continue sleeping.

If I were alone tonight, I wouldn't dare sleep in this room under any circumstances.

But having a 1.9-meter-tall guy beside me offered some comfort.

Maybe it was because I drank too much earlier, but I soon fell asleep.

There's a strange state people experience when sleeping—when you wake up needing to pee but think you've already been to the bathroom and even remember the act of relieving yourself. But in reality, you haven't gone, and you still need to go.

That's the state I'm in right now.

I don't know if I was sleepwalking or if I was already awake, but I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps—heels clicking against the floor.

I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or if someone was really walking around the room.

I was in a dazed state.

Besides that sound, I also heard something else.

This noise was even stranger, like a construction worker scraping a wall with a trowel. Gradually, my mind became clearer. I picked up another sound, one that sent chills down my spine—it was the television.

The TV had turned on again.

I immediately sat up, just like last night, instantly wide awake.

At that moment, I realized I had been sleepwalking again.

The TV in the living room was playing a show, and the muddy footprints that had vanished earlier had reappeared in the same spot.

A cold shiver ran down my spine, as if a winter wind had blown right through me, freezing me in place on the sofa.

At that moment, I couldn't focus on my fear; my first instinct was to get David to come and see, to prove that I wasn't lying.

But soon, I noticed something even more terrifying.

I saw David sitting in the living room as well, me on one side and him on the other.

He was sitting upright, his eyes closed, holding the TV remote in his hand.

He was watching TV with his eyes closed.