Chapter 10

Jeffrey's body stiffened when he heard Charles' words. "But....."

Charles sighed and replied, "Here, when it's time to rest at night, you can't turn on the lights. You don't need to know why. I said no, and that's final."

Because Charles had never spoken to him in such a firm tone before, and Charles was unwilling to explain the reason to him.

Thinking of this, Jeffrey became even more panicked, a fear of the unknown.

Suddenly, he remembered that he had turned off the porch light before entering the room.

But why......

He stared at the faint light coming through the crack in the door, and that electrifying feeling came over him again.

Because of the uneasiness tonight, Jeffrey invited Charles to squeeze into his bed.

"I'm not scared, it's just that your room is cold and smells bad."

Charles sniffed, indeed the smell was stronger.

He was very sensitive to smells, so going to Jeffrey's side seemed like a good choice.

So the two of them squeezed back to back on one bed.

With what happened tonight, neither of them could sleep.

They just leaned on each other in silence until a faint light appeared by the window, and it was dawn.

Jeffrey tried to open his bloodshot eyes to see the sun outside to judge the time.

But it was still gray and rainy outside.

Charles sat up from the bed, looked at his wristwatch, and the time was still stopped.

He seemed to have figured out a pattern, time only ran normally in the hotel.

Once they entered these mechanical-like scenes, all clocks would stop running.

How strange.

Charles shook his head to wake himself up and walked to his room, wanting to know what that strange dripping sound was last night.

With the dim light reflected from the windowsill, he squatted to observe the puddle-like thing.

Then he extended two fingers of his left hand, lightly wiped it, and brought it close to his nose to smell.

It was the stench of a corpse.

His brows furrowed tightly, and his stomach churned.

Jeffrey also walked over at this moment, and curiously brought it to his nose to smell.

"Ugh!"

The pungent smell of decay made Jeffrey stumble to the bathroom and vomit loudly.

"Fuck!"

His chest heaved violently, and he vomited again until he had expelled all the sour stomach acid.

"It's corpse oil. Why is there corpse oil here!"

Jeffrey roared out.

Charles raised an eyebrow, "You can tell?"

"There are plenty of corpses in the woods, but I always had my nose covered. This sudden hit is really too much."

Jeffrey replied weakly, hugging the toilet.

Charles understood, stood up, and looked at the liquid seepage marks that were a narrow line yesterday, now spread out like a cloud, as big as a basketball.

What on earth was upstairs?

Just as Charles was vigorously scrubbing his hands in the bathroom, a piercing scream suddenly came from upstairs!

Something happened!

The two immediately ran out of the room and rushed to the second floor.

As soon as they stepped on the stairs, Charles smelled a strong scent of blood, which grew stronger as they got closer to the upper floor.

Finally, on the last step, there was a large pool of blood.

Three girls were trembling, huddled together. Gerald was leaning against his room door, looking listless.

"What happened?"

Seeing Charles ask, the four of them raised their heads tremblingly, their eyes filled with terror as if they had seen something extremely horrifying.

Only Madeline, with a trembling hand, pointed towards Rachel's room, tears and sweat streaming down her face.

Charles looked down at the blood trail extending from the door crack into the room, raised his hand to open the door, but was stopped.

He looked up and met Gerald's gaze.

"Are you sure you want to open the door?"