C37 The five strange pots of the fiction of terror

In the dead of night, B Building fell into a deathly silence. Under the dim lights of the road, a shadow stretched and moved on the ground …

"Tap, tap, tap …" It was the sound of someone stepping on the stairs outside. It was an uncontrollable heartbeat. Soon, that sneaky figure arrived at the living room's door on the second floor. He took a deep breath and pulled out a key from his pocket