Dong dong dong.

It was the sound of knocking on the window again.

In that instant when the sound rang out, Jack's nerves tightened to the extreme. His wife had already curled up in the depths of the bedroom, trembling under the covers.

An invisible sense of oppression, like a focus in the air, spread heavily over the hearts of the two in the darkness.

Dong dong dong.

It came again. Like the cold terror of the Grim Reaper, like the prelude to a haunting melody.

From outside the window on the seventh floor.

The thunder roared, and a bolt of lightning cut through the sky. The pale light illuminated the figure outside the window, with its old and withered face, and its empty eyes seemed to contain something between anger and death.

Jack shouted, and he suddenly sat down on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

But when he looked out the window again the next moment, that face had disappeared.

It was a ghost, definitely a ghost!@@novelbin@@

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