Eric Bennett was about to ask a question, but saw her hurriedly leave, clearly not intending to say anything more to Eric Bennett.

"Let's go," said Grace Cooper. "Let's get some sleep."

Eric Bennett nodded.

Their room was on the right side of the corridor on the second floor. There was only one bed in the room, and a portrait poster hung beside it.

There was no electricity here, only a kerosene lamp for light. Because the lamp was dim, the whole room took on an old, faded tone, and the air was filled with a musty smell.

Eric Bennett had thought Grace Cooper would dislike the environment, but to his surprise, she adapted even faster than he did. She quickly finished washing up and climbed into bed.

On the contrary, Eric Bennett felt a bit awkward sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Go to sleep," Grace Cooper said, burying her head under the covers, her voice muffled. "Aren't you tired?"

Eric Bennett replied, "A little."

"Yeah, today has just been too weird," Grace Cooper said. "I even suspect you guys are actors hired by the production team for a prank, but what kind of prank is this elaborate..."

Eric Bennett took off his coat and got under the covers as well. To avoid suspicion, even though he and Grace Cooper were sharing a bed, they each had their own blanket. "It is really strange."

Grace Cooper said, "And those people—did you notice their eyes?"

Eric Bennett said, "They're afraid."

"Yeah," Grace Cooper said. "They're afraid... so, what are they afraid of?"

Eric Bennett thought for a moment and was about to speak, but then he heard the steady sound of breathing beside him. He turned his head and saw that Grace Cooper had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Eric Bennett stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought in the dim light. He actually admired Grace Cooper quite a bit—suddenly appearing in a strange place, suddenly meeting so many odd people, and yet she could just close her eyes and fall asleep.

But as Eric Bennett kept thinking, drowsiness gradually crept over him. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Eric Bennett suddenly woke up in shock.

He lay under the covers, hearing a faint thumping sound.

It sounded like a sharp wind rattling the old window, and the creaking noise was like someone walking barefoot across the floor, making the boards groan under the weight.

Eric Bennett opened his eyes and saw the room shrouded in a hazy darkness.

He didn't know when the snow outside had stopped. The huge moon hung high in the sky. Cold light streamed in from the head of the bed, falling across the floor like a veil.

As Eric Bennett's gaze slowly moved to the edge of the bed, his breath suddenly caught.

There was a woman's figure at the head of the bed. She sat there with her back to Eric Bennett, her long black hair obscuring her outline. She seemed to sense Eric Bennett waking up and slowly turned her head.

The scene was so much like something out of a horror movie that Eric Bennett froze for a moment. Fortunately, he was fairly brave. Gritting his teeth, he sat up straight in bed and cursed, "What the hell, who are you?! What are you doing in my room?!"

The woman paused for a moment, then a voice came: "Why are you yelling? It's me."

It was Grace Cooper's voice.

Eric Bennett let out a sigh of relief. He said, "Why are you sitting at the head of the bed so late at night instead of sleeping?"

"Did you see the well in front of the house?" Grace Cooper said. "The one in the yard."

Eric Bennett said, "Well? What well?" He was about to get up from the bed, but happened to glance to his right—and in that instant, his blood froze—Grace Cooper was still sleeping on his right, completely unmoved.

"That well," said the woman, whose voice was exactly like Grace Cooper's. "Let's go take a look together."

Eric Bennett: "..."

The woman said, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Eric Bennett said, "I was just named an outstanding Party member last month."

The woman: "..."

Eric Bennett: "I'm a staunch materialist."

The woman: "..."

Eric Bennett said, "So could you go scare someone else instead?"

The woman slowly turned her head. In the moonlight, Eric Bennett saw her face—a face hard to describe in words: deathly pale, swollen, her eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets. Her appearance was unfamiliar, but her voice was so familiar. She said, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Eric Bennett was silent for three seconds, then looked down at his blanket. "Come on, don't do this. I only brought one pair of pants with me."

The woman: "..."

Eric Bennett wiped his face. "If you keep scaring me, I'm really going to wet myself." After saying this, he reached out and started patting Grace Cooper beside him, saying, "Wake up, quick!!!"

Grace Cooper, groggy, was woken up by Eric Bennett's patting. Rubbing her eyes, she said, "What is it?" As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the woman sitting at the head of the bed. "Who is that? Eric Bennett, what are you doing bringing a woman here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? You have no shame. How am I not as good as her?"

Eric Bennett: "..." Is that really the point??

After muttering a few complaints, Grace Cooper suddenly sensed something was wrong. Her beautiful black eyes widened. "Why is her neck getting longer and longer..."