The hallway door was violently forced open, and the sound of the metal door slamming against the wall rang in Little You's ears, bringing her a glimmer of hope.
She had heard the man's voice on the phone before; it was Mr. Jia who wanted to rent her apartment.
She had thought she was trapped in a certain death situation, but just as she was about to drown, a rope was thrown from the shore.
Little You knew the ghost was in the house, but she had no other choice now.
Clenching her fingers tightly, her chest heaving dramatically, she took a deep breath and pushed the cabinet door open with force, "Help! There's a ghost in the building! I'm here!"
She didn't bother to grab her phone, instead rushing out of the room at full speed, but when she ran into the hallway full of anticipation, the scene before her was so desperate it made her suffocate.
The rusty hallway door was intact; no one had kicked the door open.
"How is that possible! I clearly heard the door being kicked!"
