~ Mo Yi's POV
I never liked horror stories, so why was I watching it with Sister Mei Mei?
The on-screen ghost let out a guttural, clicking rattle that sounded like bones grinding together.
"No, no, no! Don't go in the closet!" Qiao Mei shrieked, burying her face in the pillow. "Why do they always go in the closet?"
I gripped the blanket tighter around my shoulders, my eyes wide as I watched the protagonist slowly reach for the handle. "Because she has no survival instincts, Mei Mei! If that were me, I would have burned the house down ten minutes ago and moved to a different continent!"
On the TV, the door creaked open. A pale hand shot out.
"AHHHHH!"
We both screamed, clutching each other as the jump scare hit. Popcorn flew into the air like confetti.
The sound of our terrified shrieks echoed through the high ceilings of the Sun Palace villa, followed immediately by breathless, hysterical laughter.
"Okay," I gasped, my heart racing. "That was... that was awful. I loved it."
