Wicked Shadows in the Haunted Asylum

Chapter 1

Because I wanted to save money, I moved into a haunted house.

The old man downstairs warned me with a look of horror, "Miss, this house is haunted. You shouldn't live here!"

I smiled and reassured him, "It's okay. I'm poorer than any ghost. If I move in, it will be the ghosts who are disturbed."

He didn't know that I had been able to see ghosts since I was a child.

Just last night, I was up late giving a ghost some therapy!

Because I accidentally knocked my boss's wig into the food during a dinner party, I was inexplicably fired the next day.

My job, which included free accommodation, disappeared along with that wig.

After staying up all night searching for a place to live, I finally found a suitable one in the suburbs: a two-bedroom apartment with a living room, and the rent was incredibly cheap.

But you get what you pay for. I searched for news about the area and found stories of strange noises and shadows.

"This area is haunted. I'm serious. I've seen a woman with a neck as long as her arm in the elevator more than once."

Wow, it even has an elevator.

"Once, while taking a bath, I found hair with bits of flesh in the tub. It scared my boyfriend stiff."

And it has a bathtub. This place is amazing.

"One time, I came home late from work and went to the wrong floor. The door to the apartment wasn't locked. When I pushed it open, half the room was bathed in a red glow. There was no furniture inside, just an urn and an old lady burning joss paper. I moved out the next day."

Wow, no nosy neighbors either.

This was my dream home!

With a click of the mouse, I had a new place to live.

The branches outside my window scratched against the glass, sounding like someone was dragging their nails across it. I looked up.

Suddenly, a flash of white light and a rumble of thunder followed by a torrential downpour.