Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 181 This is my home

a long time.

With a "click," she put the microphone back.

The person on the other end of the phone was still saying "hello," but she couldn't hear them anymore.

She slowly walked back to the sofa, sat down, and kept her eyes fixed on the single sofa.

The sofa is still shaking.

One, one, another.

Jenny turned her gaze back to the television.

The TV was still playing programs, as if nothing had happened.

She took a deep breath and told herself it must be a hallucination. She must be delirious from the fever, hallucinating.

It must be like this.

Boom!

A clap of thunder boomed.

The TV screen instantly turned into static.

The screen was filled with black and white specks, accompanied by a "shhhhh" noise.

Jenny was startled and almost jumped off the sofa.

She stood up, walked over, and patted the TV.

"Clap clap clap".

Useless.

I patted it a few more times.

It still didn't work.

She bent down to look at the antenna behind the TV and adjusted the angle.

The TV screen flickered, then remained static.

Jenny gave up.

She straightened up, preparing to turn off the TV.

Before my finger even touched the switch, an image appeared on the TV screen.

The single sofa in the corner.

An old man was sitting on the sofa.

An old man dressed in old clothes had his head down, so his face was not visible.

He just sat there, motionless.

Jenny's heart skipped a beat.

She turned around abruptly.

The single sofa in the corner was empty.

Only the sofa was still swaying gently.

She turned back to look at the television screen.

On the screen, the old man raised his head.

He looked at her.

Then he stood up.

He walked towards her step by step.

Jenny's legs went weak.

She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't obey her commands.

She tried to call out, but no sound came out of her throat.

Just then.

With a "click".

The sound of something falling came from the corner.

Jenny turned around abruptly.

The remote control fell to the ground.

Then look back at the television.

On the screen, the old man was already in front of her.

Close at hand.

That face.

A gaunt, grayish-white face covered in wrinkles.

A pair of cloudy eyes stared straight at her.

His mouth opened.

"This is my home!"

The voice was hoarse and sinister, as if it came from a grave.

"ah!!!"

Jenny finally cried out.

She screamed, backed away, tripped on the coffee table, and almost fell.

She staggered back to the wall, crouched down with her head in her hands, and trembled all over.

A long time passed.

a long time.

Only then did she dare to raise her head.

The living room was empty; there was nothing there.

The TV is back to normal and is playing GG.

The single sofa in the corner stood there quietly, motionless.

The remote control was neatly placed on the coffee table.

Jenny gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face.

She stood up, leaning against the wall, her legs still trembling.

What was that just now...?

In the afternoon, Peggy returned.

She entered carrying large and small bags and saw Jenny sitting on the sofa, her face pale and her eyes unfocused.

"Jenny? What's wrong?"

Jenny snapped out of her daze and forced a smile.

"No...it's nothing."

"You look so pale, did you get a fever again?"

Peggy put down her things, walked over, and touched her forehead.

"It's okay, you don't have a fever. But you don't look well, are you really alright?"

Jenny shook her head.

"It's nothing, Mom. It's just... I'm a little scared being home alone."

Peggy smiled.

"You're so old, why are you still afraid of being home alone?"

She ruffled Jenny's hair.

"You'll be fine tomorrow, get some rest."

Jenny nodded.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately didn't.

What did you say?

Is your house haunted?

Did someone say an old man walked over on TV?

The old man said this was his home?

Will Mom believe it?

A few days ago, she was caught smoking by the principal at school.

Although she didn't smoke, but was just helping a friend get a cigarette butt, the principal didn't believe her.

Her mother didn't believe her either.

The mother and daughter had a fight over this, and they haven't fully reconciled yet.

Now that she says there are ghosts in the house, will her mother believe her?

I definitely don't believe it.

They'll definitely say she's making up a story to get attention.

Jenny swallowed her words.

After dinner.

Jenny and her sister Margaret returned to their room.

They slept in the same room, but in different beds.

Jenny's bed was by the window, and Margaret's bed was by the door.

.

Jenny sat on the bed, holding a rope in her hand.

That was the hemp rope she found during the day, used for tying things up; it was quite sturdy.

Margaret, lying in bed reading a magazine, glanced at her.

What are you doing?

Jenny didn't say anything and started tying ropes around her feet.

She tied one end of the rope to her ankle and the other end to the bed railing. It was tied very tightly, with several knots.

Margaret was completely baffled.

"What are you doing?"

Jenny didn't even look up.

"To prevent me from sleepwalking."

Margaret rolled her eyes.

"Neuropathy."

She continued reading the magazine.

Jenny tied the rope, lay down, and covered herself with the blanket.

She stared at the ceiling, silently praying.

I hope I can get a good night's sleep tonight.

I hope that thing never appears again.

midnight.

Jenny opened her eyes.

The ceiling was black.

All around was silent.

She was lying on the floor.

The floor was cold.

Where's the rope?

She looked down at her ankle.

.

The rope is still there, but the other end tied to the headboard has broken.

It was torn off by something.

Jenny's heart began to race.

She slowly sat up and looked around.

The room was dark, but a sliver of streetlight shone through the window, making it barely possible to make out any outlines.

She was lying in the middle of the room.

It was several meters away from the bed.

How did she get here?

I felt absolutely nothing.

Just then.

"Bang! Bang!"

There was a loud knocking on the door.

Jenny was so startled that she almost screamed.

She covered her mouth and looked towards the door.

The door was closed.

Two more "bangs!" were heard.

Someone is knocking on the door.

Or rather, something is knocking on the door.

Jenny took a deep breath and mustered her courage to stand up.

She slowly walked to the door, reached out her hand, and grasped the doorknob.

I hesitated for three seconds.

Then he suddenly flung the door open.

There was no one outside the door.

The corridor was pitch black, with only a little light coming in through the window at the end.

There was nothing there.

Jenny swallowed.

She picked up the flashlight from the bedside table, turned it on, and shone it into the hallway.

The light swept across the walls, across the stairwell, and across the door of the room opposite.

There was nothing there.

She hesitated for a moment, then decided to go downstairs to take a look.

The flashlight beam swayed ahead as she walked down the stairs step by step.

The living room was also very dark.

She shone her flashlight on the single sofa in the corner.

The sofa is shaking.

Gently, slowly, sway up and down.

It's like someone is sitting on it.

But the sofa was empty.

Jenny's hands were trembling.

She stared at the sofa for three seconds.

Then he turned and ran.

I ran upstairs, ran into my room, and closed the door.

She picked up a chair from the doorway and placed it against the doorknob.

Then he jumped onto the bed, crawled under the covers, and wrapped himself up tightly.