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On a rare day off, Andy stayed up late watching a horror movie.

The eerie atmosphere relied entirely on the background music and screams, with no truly terrifying scenes-bland as plain water. Due to her obsessive tendencies, she forced herself to finish it, barely keeping her eyes open.

As soon as the ending credits rolled, Andy actually felt a sense of relief. She closed her eyes, and drowsiness immediately wrapped around her thoughts. Just as she was about to drift into sleep, suddenly, the door was pounded heavily.

Bang!

Andy's eyes snapped open.

Through the sliver of moonlight seeping through the curtains, she looked toward the door. Outside, she could clearly hear the thick, slurred voice of a drunken man and the unsteady footsteps staggering away in another direction.

Then came the sound of a door opening and closing.

The noise was mostly cut off.

She stared at the door for a few more seconds.

Only after everything went completely silent did Andy finally relax.

She pursed her lips, feeling a delayed surge of irritation.

How many times had this happened just this week?

Once her sleep was interrupted, it was hard for Andy to doze off again. She turned over, closed her eyes again, and idly let her thoughts drift back to the movie she had just watched.

Hmm.

Was it a ghost movie?

A low-budget horror flick that thought it could scare people.

...

Half-asleep, a ghostly face from the movie inexplicably surfaced in her mind.

Three seconds later.

She shot up abruptly and switched on the bedside lamp.

-

For the rest of the night, Andy slept fitfully. In her half-conscious state, she kept feeling as if a bloody ghost face was staring at her.

It wasn't until daylight fully filled the room that she finally managed to fall into a proper sleep.

The next day, Andy was woken up by a phone call.

Due to staying up late and lack of sleep, her head throbbed with a fine, needling pain. Irritated, she groggily reached for her phone and answered.

A low voice from her childhood friend, Sara, came through, "I'll call you back later."

"......"

Andy's eyelid twitched, her brain lagging for two seconds.

She had been woken up by a sudden phone call.

Fine, that was whatever.

But it wasn't even the main event-just a trailer.

Her morning grumpiness exploded instantly. "Are you-"

Before she could finish, the call was already cut off.

It felt like throwing a punch into cotton. Andy opened her eyes and let out a muffled sigh of frustration. After lying in bed for a while longer, she finally picked up her phone and checked the time.

Almost 2 PM.

Andy stopped lazing around, grabbed a jacket, and got out of bed.

She walked into the bathroom.

As she was brushing her teeth, her phone rang again. She freed a hand to slide the screen and put it on speaker.

Sara spoke first, "Damn, I just ran into a high school classmate. My hair's all greasy, and I'm not wearing any makeup-so embarrassing!"

"You won't actually die from that," Andy mumbled through a mouthful of foam, her words barely intelligible. "You're just looking for sympathy."

"......" Sara was silent for three seconds, too lazy to argue. "Wanna go out tonight? Andy, my dear journalist, you've been working overtime for a whole week. If you don't take a break, I'm afraid you'll drop dead."

"Mm. Where to?"

"How about somewhere near your workplace? Not sure if you've been there. My coworker said there's a bar there, and the owner is ridiculously-" Sara paused, then suddenly asked, "Hey, why do I keep hearing water running? Are you washing dishes?"

Andy, "Washing up."

Sara was shocked, "You just woke up?"

Andy hummed lazily in response.

"It's already 2 PM. Even lunch breaks are over." Sara was puzzled. "What were you doing last night?"

"Watched a horror movie."

"What's it called?"

"Awakening to See Ghosts."

Sara clearly knew this movie and choked, "You call that a horror movie?"

"I watched it and then went to sleep," Andy said as if she hadn't heard the sarcasm. She grabbed a towel and wiped the water off her face. "Then in the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up, and just like in the movie, I actually saw a ghost."

"......"

"So I spent the whole night fighting it."

Sara was speechless. "Why are you suddenly bringing up such an R-rated topic?"

Andy raised an eyebrow. "How is that R-rated?"

"What kind of fight lasts all night?"

"......"

"Enough, stop fooling around with ghosts. Let's go fool around with men." Sara grinned. "Handsome, alive, warm-blooded men."

"Then I'd rather stick with ghosts." Andy picked up her phone and walked out of the bathroom. "At least they're free."

Sara, "Who said men cost money? We can have them for free too."

Andy, "Hm?"

"We can use our eyes."

"......"

-

After hanging up the call, Andy sent another message to her landlord on Facebook, bringing up last night's incident again. After a moment of hesitation, she added that she might not renew the lease once the contract ended.

Two months ago, she had moved from Chicago to New York City.

Her current residence was a place Sara had helped her find. There weren't any major issues-except that it was a shared rental. The landlord had divided an 80-square-meter apartment into three independent rooms, each with its own bathroom, but there was no kitchen or balcony.

Still, the rent was cheap.

Andy didn't have high demands for a living space. Besides, the location was convenient, and the surrounding area was lively. She had even considered staying long-term.

Until one day, when she happened to run into the man next door as she was leaving.

That was when everything started to change.

Unknowingly, the sun had set, draping the small room in darkness. The city's lights gradually flickered on, illuminating the night in another way, while the night markets bustled to life.

Seeing that it was about time, Andy changed her outfit and put on some light makeup.

Sara had been bombing her with messages on Facebook.