"..." Cheng Feiyang couldn’t refute because he too had no idea what was going on. He could only say, "I’m not sure about the specifics, but it’s true that Shen Mianmian is now planning to buy a house."
Cheng Xining said with disdain, "A pauper can only afford to buy a haunted house."
Knowing it was pointless to argue with Cheng Xining, and considering they were romantic rivals, Cheng Feiyang simply chose not to continue the conversation to avoid upsetting his cousin.
However, Cheng Xining suddenly had an idea and asked, "Are you sure Shen Mianmian is going to buy a haunted house?"
"Certain," nodded Cheng Feiyang. "This rumor has been around for quite some time, but she hasn’t made a purchase yet. I suspect it’s because the prices are too high—the haunted houses she looked at weren’t cheap."
Cheng Xining was overjoyed, "Has she looked at the houses in Meilin Garden?"
"Cousin, what are you thinking?" Cheng Feiyang was somewhat angry. "You better not be entertaining those messy thoughts. Those can lead to dead people."
Meilin Garden is an old district of Beijing, albeit slightly off the city center. Property prices there are naturally lower; however, the area mostly consists of residential units, and generally, no one sells. There’s a two-story house there, with a yard, totaling about two hundred square meters.
About twenty years ago, a gruesome family murder took place there. It seems the male owner cheated, and in rage, the female owner drugged and knocked out six members of the family with sleeping pills, then she dismembered her husband. Afterwards, she buried the children and the elderly alive in the yard. In the end, she hung herself in the living room. A few days later, the neighbors came over for a visit, only to find the family had been dead for several days.
This incident caused quite a stir at the time, and for many years, no one dared to get close to that house. Neighbors moved out overnight to stay with relatives.
Years later, relatives sold the house cheaply. It is said that the buyers were also a family of six. Within less than two years, a child from the family fell from the second floor and died. The male owner blamed the female owner for not watching the child properly and killed her in a fit of rage. Afraid of prison, he dismembered her and buried her in the yard. The crime was later discovered by other family members, who reported it to the authorities.
After these two incidents, the house earned an evil reputation. From then on, no one dared to buy it. About six or seven years passed when someone, skeptical of the superstitions, bought the house at a very low price. However, just a few days after moving in, the new female owner was in a car accident and became a vegetative person, and her son fell down the stairs, entering a coma for several days.
The male owner became scared and to prevent the house from harming more people, decided to have it demolished. However, as soon as the workers arrived to demolish the house, one was killed by a falling roof tile.
This house thus became the most famous haunted house in Beijing; even mentioning the place made everyone’s skin crawl.
Considering the house unlucky, people avoided talking about it, so many newcomers were unaware of its history.
But standing outside the courtyard one could feel a chilling presence, let alone living there. That house is now essentially completely deserted.
"If she wants to buy a haunted house, I’m just fulfilling her wish," Cheng Xining said, practically longing to go to Shen Mianmian right then to tell her how cheap the house was.
No matter whether those rumors are true or not, as long as it could bring some misfortune upon Shen Mianmian, it would be very satisfying.
She had a strong hunch that once Shen Mianmian learned about this place, she would definitely buy the house.
She didn’t believe that Shen Mianmian would dare to move into it after buying it.
Then Shen Mianmian would have spent a great deal of money on a house she was too afraid to live in and couldn’t sell. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥