Outside the dilapidated tile-roofed house, the sound of a slow, heavy gait echoed.
The people inside held their breath, daring not to move, their eyes transfixed on the aged door.
The light inside the room was dim, making it difficult to see the surroundings. In the darkness, every sound was magnified severalfold. Each step of the eerie footfall felt like a needle stabbing into their hearts. After what seemed like an eternity, the halting footsteps finally receded into the distance.
Only after confirming that the thing outside had truly left did August finally open his mouth to gasp for air.
"That was close! If we hadn't run into this room in time, we would've been caught by the ghost." Song Tang clutched his chest. Even though the footsteps had vanished, he didn't dare speak loudly. His voice was barely a mosquito's hum.
"Those footsteps just now must have come from that ghost in the forest," August also lowered his voice. "It was looking for us. Fortunately, it's not fast."
