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

Chapter 182 This policeman can't handle it

It's warm in the blankets.

It's safe in bed.

You can't see anything from under the covers.

She closed her eyes and silently repeated, "You can't see me, you can't see me."

then.

The blanket was pulled back.

A tremendous force suddenly ripped the blanket off her and threw it to the ground.

Jenny screamed in fright, but before she could utter a sound...

Something bit her shoulder hard.

pain!

It hurts so much!

Jenny finally cried out.

"ah!!!"

Screams erupted in the room.

Margaret was startled awake, sat up abruptly, and looked completely bewildered.

"Jenny? What's wrong? What happened?!"

"There's someone in the room!"

Margaret looked around.

"Where is anyone?"

She was speechless.

What kind of weird thing is my sister doing now?

But the words had barely left his mouth.

"Thump!"

The two beds started shaking violently at the same time.

Margaret was shaken so badly she almost fell.

She gripped the edge of the bed tightly, her eyes wide open.

nobody.

There was indeed no one there.

But the bed was indeed moving!

"Ah!!!"

Margaret also joined the screaming crowd.

The screams of the two girls echoed throughout the room.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Peggy rushed in, followed by her two younger brothers.

"What's wrong?! What happened?!"

She turned on the light.

Everything in the room is normal.

The two beds sat there quietly, the blankets on the floor, and Jenny and Margaret huddled together, shivering.

Peggy went over and hugged them.

"It's alright, it's alright, Mom's here, Mom's here..."

""

Jenny looked up, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Mom, someone bit me."

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Peggy looked down and froze.

There was a clear tooth mark on Jenny's shoulder.

Human teeth marks.

It was deeply embedded in the flesh, and the surrounding area had begun to turn bluish.

Peggy's expression changed.

Just as she was about to ask something, her gaze suddenly fell on under Jenny's bed.

There's a psychic game board there.

It's one of those boards with letters and numbers drawn on them, used to summon ghosts.

Peggy's face darkened further.

She bent down, took the board out from under the bed, and held it up in front of Jenny.

"What is this?"

Jenny opened her mouth.

"Mom, that's..."

"No wonder I can't sleep well!"

Peggy's voice rose an octave.

"No wonder you guys can't sleep well playing this kind of thing!"

"But Mom..."

"I don't want to hear it!"

Peggy interrupted her.

"Go back to bed and sleep, all of you!"

The voice just fell.

"Bang!"

The large wardrobe in the room started moving on its own.

It didn't shake or sway; instead, it charged straight forward and slammed into the room door.

The door was slammed shut with a loud bang and almost flew out.

"ah!!!"

Peggy also joined the screaming crowd.

She held her two daughters, and her two sons rushed over to hug her as well. The five of them huddled together, watching the wardrobe move back to its original position.

The room fell silent.

The five people stared at each other, none of them daring to move.

a long time.

Peggy spoke up.

"Walk."

Her voice was trembling.

"Let's go now."

The neighbor's house across the street.

The male homeowner, Victor, was awakened by the knocking. He put on his coat and opened the door, only to see Peggy's family of five standing outside, all of them pale-faced and trembling.

"What's wrong?"

Peggy recounted the story, her voice trembling.

Victor frowned after hearing this.

"Wait here, I'll go check it out."

He picked up a flashlight and went into Peggy's house.

He returned ten minutes later.

"I checked it all, and there was nothing there."

He paused.

"The roof is fine, the walls are fine, the doors and windows are fine, there are no rats, no drafts, and nothing unusual."

Peggy's face darkened further.

But we really saw it...

""

Victor looked at her and sighed.

"Could it be a prank?"

Peggy paused for a moment.

mischief?

"Possibly."

"Victor said."

"Don't go back yet, I'm calling the police."

Two police officers arrived quickly.

One was old and the other was young; the old one was in his forties and the young one was in his early twenties.

Victor greeted him at the door and recounted what had happened.

The old policeman nodded after listening.

"Let's go take a look."

He and the young policeman went into Peggy's house and thoroughly inspected it.

From the first floor to the second floor, from the living room to the bedroom, from the kitchen to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, they came out.

The old policeman shook his head.

"Nothing was found."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud crash came from the second floor.

"Bang!"

The two policemen exchanged a glance and immediately rushed upstairs.

Peggy and Victor followed behind.

They followed the sound to Jenny's room.

Everything in the room is normal.

But the sound came from inside the wall.

"Knock knock knock".

One beat after another, very rhythmically.

It sounded like someone was knocking inside the wall.

The young policeman leaned closer and listened against the wall.

"Is it a mouse?"

He had barely finished speaking when a sound came from the living room.

Everyone rushed downstairs.

Then they saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

A chair started moving on its own.

It emerged from the corner, glided slowly across the floor, and made its way to the center of the living room, and then...

A drift.

It came to a steady stop next to the dining table.

unmanned.

Perfect drift.

The four people stood at the top of the stairs, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Gulp."

That's the sound of swallowing.

All four of them swallowed hard.

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

Then, they turned around in perfect unison.

He walked briskly toward the gate.

After stepping outside, the old policeman took a deep breath, his expression complex.

"This kind of thing..."

He carefully chose his words. "We can't control it."

The young policeman nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes, professional matters should be handled by professionals."

The old policeman thought for a moment, then spoke again.

"I will ask the pastor to come and take a look, but that's all I can do."

After saying that, the two policemen quickly walked to the police car, started the engine, and sped away.

Victor stood at the door, looking at the departing police car, then at Peggy, his eyes filled with sympathy.

Peggy stood in the rain, the raindrops hitting her face and streaming down her cheeks.

She looked at Victor.

He opened his mouth.

What do you want to say?

But I couldn't bring myself to say it.

She wanted to ask if her family could stay for a few days.

But how can I say such a thing?

Who would want to live in a haunted house?

What if that thing follows us?

Peggy could only sigh.

She looked at her own house.

The old house with its red brick exterior and dark, gaping windows looked particularly eerie at that moment.

She prayed silently in her heart.

Hopefully, this ghost isn't some kind of evil spirit...

But judging from the current situation, this ghost doesn't seem to be the kind that's kind.

America.

new York.

The studio lights were blindingly bright, and the female host, sporting a perm, sat on a high stool, smiling broadly at the camera.

Welcome back!

Her voice was sweet, her smile was perfect, and every expression was carefully designed.

.

"Two real-life ghost hunters, Ed and Rowling, have just told their story."

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