C144 This Is a Ghost Shop You Don't Know?

I stared at her, my scalp tingling. I forgot to leave, just stood there, frozen like a wooden figure.

Previously, he had wondered why she would build a hotel next to a cemetery, and why the atmosphere in the house was so dark that it would cause a group of homeless mausoleum ghosts to appear. The corner of my mouth twitched in embarrassment. Everything had its answer