The girl unintentionally looked at the time and exclaimed, "What the heck, it's already three in the morning?"

She immediately regretted staying up so late and thought she should go to sleep. But then, she stumbled upon a fun video of a man holding a chicken and singing while hitting a bowl,

[Scrolling through jokes in the middle of the night, trying not to burst out laughing, reading the comments and saying 'what the heck'...]

The girl laughed so hard that she opened the comment section and wrote, "OMG, isn't this describing me?"

While she wrote the comment, she thought to herself that she would sleep after watching the video. However, her thumb seemed to have a mind of its own and scrolled to the next page.

To her surprise, the next video resonated with her even more. The background music of the video sang,

[Sleep at midnight, wake up at six, drink millet in the ICU. Sleep at one, wake up at six, even the god of death praises my good health. Sleep at two, wake up at six, the urn is a rectangular box. Sleep at three, wake up at six, tie the tombstone and me together.]

[Sleep at four, wake up at six, hang myself on the wall. Sleep at five, wake up at six, the trip to heaven is with you.]

[Crazy staying up late today, the blissful world tomorrow. Stay up, stay up, oh the night owls...]

The girl commented, "It's already 3,30, is there still hope for me?"

She noticed that the more she tried to sleep early, the later she stayed up. Why was it so?

The girl held her phone and wrapped herself in a blanket, chuckling from time to time.

The female ghost standing behind her back also grinned and chuckled along, mumbling, "The trip to heaven is with you..."

The ghost seemed unsatisfied withstanding by the bed. She quietly climbed onto the bed and lay behind the girl, curling up her body and holding her phone like the girl did.

The girl smiled, and the other girl smiled too, getting closer and closer. She whispered softly into the girl's ear, "Sister..." The girl's eyelids were heavy, but she still couldn't bear to put down her phone.

She didn't know if she was too tired or already half asleep, but she suddenly felt very cold next to her.

There was a noise in her ear, and a voice was speaking to her, she could hear it clearly, but she couldn't understand what the person was saying. It was as if the person was just learning to speak, very hard, and at first, the sound was just a single syllable, "Sis... me... seven..."

The girl suddenly felt afraid, she found that she couldn't move! The short video on her phone was still playing, and she could even hear what was being sung on it. But she couldn't move!

The girl could only feel someone behind her, desperately trying to say something to her. She was extremely afraid and could only pretend to be asleep.

The voice kept talking and wouldn't stop, repeating over and over again... Finally, the girl heard clearly what was being said, "Sister, lend me seven years!"

"Lend me seven years... lend me seven years... lend me seven years!" The voice became more and more urgent and hysterical.

The girl's scalp tingled, and she didn't dare to move. She could only pretend she hadn't heard it and try to close her eyes, but for some reason, she couldn't - she still stared at the short video playing repeatedly.

Help... The girl was about to cry, the voice was now so close to her ear that she felt as if someone's hand was resting on her shoulder.

Just then, the door to her room suddenly clicked shut.

Someone seemed to be running towards her room, and the girl's scalp felt like it was about to explode. She felt as if her life was over.

At that moment, the voice in her ear suddenly disappeared, and the cold feeling vanished with it.

The girl's stiff fingers trembled, feeling like she had come back to life again. But she didn't dare to turn around.

"Miss," a delicate voice said, "it's me..."

Immediately, a little hand stretched out in front of her...

The girl couldn't help it anymore, she screamed in terror and jumped off the bed, falling into the corner with a bang, along with the covers.

"Don't... don't come over!" Her eyes were full of fear, and her face turned pale.

Susie took out a soul-calming talisman and stuck it on her forehead.

"Shh... Miss, blow on this." The little girl blew a breath towards her.

Somehow, the girl suddenly calmed down, staring at Susie in a daze.

This... wasn't this the little girl she accidentally bumped into this morning...

"It's you...?" The girl clutched the covers tightly, her voice still tinged with fear.

Susie said, "Mm, it's okay now, Miss. You can get up!"

The girl's legs were weak, she leaned against the bedside table and slowly stood up, first quickly looking around.

There was nothing.

The room was silent, only herself... and Susie, and a tall man.

The man, perhaps to avoid suspicion, leaned against the door, only his back visible.

"Young lady, how did you..." The girl was shocked and scared, her knuckles turning white as she clutched the covers.

Susie blinked and looked at Kellen, then repeated the words he had just taught her on the road. "My dad and I were... just passing by, and we heard you screaming, so we kicked the door down."

The girl remained silent.

Really...?

Did she just scream loudly?

She didn't remember, only that someone seemed to be sticking to her from behind, and she was too scared to make a sound...

The girl looked at Susie, only to see her picking something up from the ground and muttering something to herself.

Anyway, this scene was very strange. In the middle of the night, around three or four o'clock, a little girl and a man passed by her room...?

The girl was about to speak when suddenly, she saw her shoulder in the reflection of the mirror.

There was a handprint on her shoulder - yes, a handprint, like a muddy handprint, resting on her shoulder.

The girl's face froze, and she was stunned.

Looking down, there were wet marks around her bed, as if someone had just been walking back and forth beside her bed. The girl's legs softened, and she fell to the ground with a thud.

Susie looked up and asked, "What's wrong with you, little sister?" She then noticed a handprint on the girl's shoulder. She was too short to see the girl's shoulder from her angle.

Susie approached and patted the girl's shoulder, and the handprint quietly dissipated.

The girl's spine stiffened, and she tried to shift her attention, asking, "What's your name, little friend?"

After patting the handprint on the girl's shoulder, Susie returned to where she was before, picking up something from the ground while answering, "My name is Susie, little sister, what's your name?"

The girl stared at her actions and asked, "My name is Cindy...Susie, what are you picking up?"

Susie looked up and smiled innocently, "Cindy, I'm picking up cricket antennae."

The little girl had originally wanted to say that she was picking up parts of a female ghost's limbs, but when she saw Kellen glance at her, she immediately changed her mind.

Kellen couldn't help but twitch his mouth. Cricket antennae...what a lousy excuse.

Cindy was also stunned and had no idea what was going on. She stood up and hesitated several times before saying, "Susie, please sit for a while.

There's milk and juice in the refrigerator. What do you want to drink? I'll get it for you..."

Originally, she was just being polite. After all, it was now three or four in the morning, and who would visit someone's house so late at night?

However, Susie nodded happily, "Okay, I want juice, thank you Cindy!"

Cindy, "Um...okay."