About a hundred meters ahead of the group on the mountain path stood three eerie figures, each with a distinct appearance.
The first was a terrifying female ghost, lanky like a pole with loose hair draping over her head. She likely had appeared in front of Apartment 444 before.
The second was a short middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance but a strange smile on his face, looking down at everyone below. He was the one thrown out by the old building superintendent after sneaking into the apartment yesterday afternoon.
The last one was a new face, appearing dark red and drenched in dripping blood, with its facial features indistinguishable, resembling a skinned, repeatedly slashed human.
These three ghostly figures appeared suddenly, and as they did, an almost numbing chill penetrated the spines of the ordinary people present.
