Soon, several real estate agents came to my house and took the key of my sister's house so that they could take the clients to check the house.
Come on!
"How can I spare some time to plan the next step if I don't bring big trouble to my sister's family?"
I woke up in the middle of the night.
I broke out in a cold sweat and sat on the bed, gasping for breath.
"Whoosh!"
A rough voice that sounded like a worn-out bellows came from my mouth. It sounded like a dying fish.
I got up and poured myself a glass of water and drank it all in one gulp.
Then I picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it out of the door, pulled out the key outside the bedroom and locked it from inside.
After checking twice, I lay down with a palpitating heart.
It didn’t matter when I got physical pains.
It was the endless nightmare that dragged people down into the abyss when there were both physical and mental pains.
I dreamed of the details that I had neglected before I died.
That night, I couldn't sleep and gave myself sleeping pill, but I didn't take enough of them. So, when the thief sneaked into my room, I woke up.
Realizing that I was awake, the thief stopped pretending and gave me an evil and vicious smile.