I’ve never, ever had a problem with sleepwalking.

But ever since I slept in the bedroom of this house last night, I inexplicably started sleepwalking.

And tonight, while David and I were sleeping here, not only did I sleepwalk, but David also started sleepwalking.

On top of that, the muddy footprints that had disappeared reappeared out of nowhere, and my first instinct was to get the hell out of there.

There’s something seriously wrong with this house.

But David was still sleepwalking; it was like he hadn’t woken up at all.

I gathered my courage and nervously called his name twice, but I didn’t dare call too loudly because I’ve heard that waking up a sleepwalker suddenly can turn them into a fool.

Fortunately, even though I called softly, David still woke up.

He opened his eyes blankly, and the remote control in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

After he took in his surroundings, he suddenly shivered, his gaze fixed on the floor at the bedroom door.

It seemed he also saw those terrifying muddy footprints.

“WTF! WTF!”

He let out two startled cries and, without even thinking about me, scrambled out of the house.

“Damn it, David, wait for me!”

I was scared out of my wits too. I grabbed my phone and dashed out of the living room.

We both ran like hell, and I noticed David even lost his slippers along the way.

The empty street was eerily quiet.

David and I huddled under a tree, hugging our legs and trembling.

“How is this possible, how is this possible…”

“I was sleeping soundly in bed, how could this happen…”

David’s reaction was even more intense than mine.

He’s usually a brave guy, but something like this could make anyone fall apart.

“David, could it be that something really happened in that house?”

“The house was sold by you. What’s the point of asking me? I should be asking you!”

“I did inquire with the seller before. The seller said nothing had happened there. Even the police investigated it, and the police wouldn’t lie for the seller, would they?”

At this point, I remembered something. The old man said that the house had been sold once before, and the buyer was actually the seller. After buying it, the seller never moved in and left it empty for over ten years, then only recently sold it through us.

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“If there’s nothing wrong with the house, why didn’t the seller move in for more than ten years? Even renting it out wasn’t an option.”

At this moment, David and I exchanged a knowing look. If you asked us whether we believed nothing ever happened in that house, we really wouldn’t believe it.

“Damn it, this situation is hard to handle now,” David said, his face pale.

I understood what he meant. We would definitely have to return the house to the buyer now.

Because we installed surveillance cameras in the house, we’d have to show the footage to the buyer.

But if we don’t, it would seem like we’re hiding something. But if we do provide it, the footage would show that we ran out twice and that both David and I sleepwalked. How would we explain that?

We can't keep this under wraps.

And now, returning the house is the least of our problems. At worst, we could just return the commission fee, but if the buyer decides to hire a lawyer to sue us, it wouldn’t just be about returning the money; we’d have to pay compensation.

“There’s definitely something wrong with this house.”

I said, “You saw those muddy footprints too, right?”

At the mention of the footprints, David’s face turned pale.

“I absolutely never had any problem with sleepwalking before. Why did I suddenly start sleepwalking? And when I woke up and saw…”

David seemed unable to continue.

Seeing him so frightened, I didn’t dare mention anything else.

Like how I heard the sound of high heels walking and the sound of walls being scraped.

What scared me even more was that the footprints I just saw were slightly different from the ones I saw yesterday.

Yesterday’s footprints had the pointed toes facing forward and the heels facing back, and they disappeared at the bedroom door, indicating that the owner of those high heels was heading toward the bedroom.

But today’s footprints had the heels in front and the pointed toes at the back, and they extended from the bedroom door all the way to the living room.

This meant the owner of those high heels had stepped out from inside the bedroom.

David and I stayed by the roadside until dawn. David urgently told me to call two more people to come over and check the house with us.

Neither of us actually wanted to go back, but we had no choice. If we didn’t handle this house properly, we might end up facing a lawsuit.

I took out my phone and called two employees from the company.

These two employees had just recently graduated from university, one named Barry and the other named Owen. They were both obedient young people.

When they answered the phone, they sounded a bit confused. I didn’t tell them much over the phone, just told them to come quickly, and David would reimburse their travel expenses.

About half an hour later, they both arrived, and thoughtfully brought us breakfast.

“Bosses, what did you call us here for? Is it to show a client around a house?” Owen thought there was a potential deal.

David said, his face pale, “It’s not for showing a client around; it’s for us to take a look. The house Johnny sold six months ago really has a problem. It’s not clean inside.”

Barry and Owen were instantly stunned, staring at us with wide eyes.

“Not clean??? Should we call a cleaning service to clean it up?”

“What do you mean clean? The place is haunted!”

We couldn’t explain it clearly, so we had no choice but to take them back to the house with us.

Naturally, they didn’t believe us and thought we were joking with them.

After all, it’s hard to believe such strange things without experiencing them firsthand.

We quickly returned to the house and checked every room again.

But in broad daylight, there was no sign of anything wrong.

And just like yesterday, after David and I ran out and came back, the muddy footprints had disappeared.

In the end, we had no choice but to check the surveillance footage again.

The four of us sat around the computer and started watching from 11 p.m. last night.

When the footage reached midnight, the sound of knocking suddenly came from the surveillance video.

It was the second time the girl who was looking for LUCY had knocked on the door.

David and I didn’t take the knocking too seriously for now, and the video was still playing at 20 times speed.

But soon, the footage reached the moment when David opened the door. I pressed the pause button, feeling as if I had been struck by lightning.

David and I looked at each other in shock, cold sweat pouring down.

In the video, after David opened the door, there was no one outside.

The surveillance footage showed that only David and I were standing inside the door, and outside the door...

There was no one.

Not a single person.