Max retorted hastily, "Still at it? My mom's old, so it's just her usual ailments!"
I shook my head and remained resolute as I reminded him.
"If you doubt me, go check. You'll see."
Skeptical, Max left.
Minutes later, blood-curdling screams pierced the live stream.
"Shit! Help!"
When Max reappeared in the live broadcast room, the skepticism he once wielded to tease me had vanished.
He appeared as though he had seen a specter, murmuring, "My mom wasn't asleep in the middle of the night. She was kneeling on the floor, barefoot. She closed her eyes but kept bowing to the headboard! She didn't respond no matter how I called her."
With a serene and gentle voice, I unraveled the mysteries.
"A year ago, the previous owner of this house died in childbirth due to her husband's mother's preference for boys. In a bid to extort money, her husband left the deceased mother and daughter outside the hospital, under the sun, to incite a medical dispute. After receiving compensation, her husband feared her spirit might linger, so he sold the house registered under her name to you. However, the child, filled with resentment, refused to leave, leading to your wife's miscarriage and your mother's odd behavior."