With the arrival of night, silence fell over the Haunted House like a blanket.
Suddenly, a weird sound like someone was sawing something shattered the peaceful quiet. In the staff breakroom, Chen Ge’s eyes slowly peeled open. He glanced at the phone—it was 1:10 am.
He turned to bury his head under the pillow, but the weird sound kept drilling itself into his ears.
Am I dreaming? Who is making all that noise?
Every single prop in the Haunted House was hand-made or upgraded by Chen Ge, so he knew that no prop in the building would make a sawing sound. After only six hours of sleep, Chen Ge was still feeling a bit blurry. He pinched the inside of his leg hard to wake himself up before putting on his clothes and grabbing an iron hammer out of the nearby toolbox.
He switched on the flashli
