Mark Reed turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness, with only the moonlight and streetlights outside casting a glow on a small area.
After turning off the light, Valentine Teller forced herself to sleep, but she still couldn't succeed.
She opened her eyes and saw Sharry Vaux hanging upside down from the ceiling, her long hair lightly brushing Valentine's face…
Valentine was so scared she almost cried, hurriedly closing her eyes and snuggling into Mark Reed's embrace, her petite body trembling incessantly.
"Don't be afraid, there are no ghosts in the world, you're overthinking it."
Mark Reed gently patted Valentine's back, helping her to sleep.
Valentine knew there were no ghosts in this world, but what was she seeing? If it was just an illusion, why was she hallucinating? She had never experienced this before, but today, just mentioning Sharry Vaux brought it on…
The more she thought about it, the more scared she became, and her back was covered in cold sweat.
