At this moment, chaos had spread throughout the shopping mall.

Customers were running around in panic, but there was no way out here. The panic only accelerated their deaths.

I watched as a man desperately rushed into a store, seeking a place to hide.

But what awaited him was a saleswoman in a red uniform.

"Sir, this suit would look great on you. Would you like to give it a try?"

The saleswoman grabbed the man who wanted to hide in the fitting room and tried to sell him the merchandise in her hands.

But the man had no mood to try on any clothes; his wife in the red dress was holding a knife outside the store, staring at him fiercely.

"Get out of my way!"

The man waved off the clothes in the saleswoman's hands and rushed into the fitting room.

The saleswoman didn't say anything, just stooped down expressionlessly, picked up the clothes, and hung them neatly on the hanger.

Then, she slightly bowed and made a gesture inviting the woman in the red dress to come in.

And the next moment, the woman in the red dress went in.

Before she reached the fitting room, with a single kick, the door shattered like paper.

Then, screams of the man echoed from the fitting room.

I watched as the man reached out with a bloody hand trying to crawl out, but he had no strength left. He struggled a few times and then stopped moving.

The saleswoman, with a smile on her face, took some tissues and squatted down to clean the bloodstains.

But the blood kept increasing, and blood kept flowing out from the fitting room.

In the depths that I couldn't see, the woman in the red dress seemed to have turned into a vengeful spirit, tearing apart the man's body and devouring it greedily.

I could clearly hear the sound of chewing.

Just as I was about to pull my daughter away, I saw a bloody ear being thrown out.

The saleswoman seemed a little displeased that her face got dirty again. She frowned and walked over to pick it up.

And in my stunned state, she put it into her own mouth!

My stomach churned relentlessly, and I felt so nauseous that I thought I would vomit at any moment.

I rushed into the nearby restroom, clutching the toilet, and vomited heavily.

My daughter continued eating her ice cream, seemingly oblivious, and followed me in.

"Hey... What's wrong with you, little girl? Why did you come into the men's restroom?"

I heard someone reprimanding my daughter and quickly opened the cubicle door, only to see a young man with a cigarette standing in front of the sink.

I remembered clearly that it was the women's restroom when I rushed in, but there were urinals in front, leaving me no room for argument.

I must have entered the wrong one!

Just as I was about to apologize, I heard the sound of a cart approaching the door.

Creak... Creak...

The small cart slowly stopped in front of the restroom door.

"Is there anyone inside? I'm coming in to clean!"

A middle-aged woman with a loud voice shouted at the door.

It was a common scene, as the cleaning aunties would always shout like that before entering the men's restroom.

But the earlier announcement stated that there were no cleaning personnel here!

And anything that appeared contrary to the announcement proved to be extremely dangerous, such as the two-colored ice cream.

I grabbed my daughter and quickly rushed to the innermost cubicle of the restroom because it would be cleaned last, giving me some time to think.

I pushed it, but it didn't open, perhaps someone was inside.

So I took my daughter and went to push the adjacent one.

I heard the sound of the main door being twisted, and the eerie voice of the cleaning auntie came from behind the door.

"Is there nobody inside? Then I'm coming in!"

The young man in front of the sink obviously hadn't figured out the situation, and he impatiently said, "There's someone inside, don't come in!"

Hearing someone's response, there was an immediate silence outside the door.

I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when I heard thesound of footsteps slowly approaching our cubicle.

Tap... Tap...

Each step was deliberate and filled with an eerie rhythm.

I held my daughter tightly, trying to keep her calm, but her face was pale and filled with fear.

The footsteps stopped right outside our cubicle, and my heart skipped a beat.

Then, a low, raspy voice came from the other side of the door.

"Open the door... I know you're in there."

My body froze, and I couldn't bring myself to respond.

The voice grew more impatient.

"Open the door now, or I'll break it down."

I looked around, desperately searching for any means of escape, but there was no other way out.

We were trapped.

With a sudden burst of strength, the person outside the door slammed into it, causing it to shake violently.

I held onto my daughter as tightly as I could, preparing for the worst.

But just as the door seemed on the verge of giving way, another sound echoed through the restroom.

A loud scream, filled with agony and despair, pierced through the air.

The footsteps outside the door abruptly stopped, and all was silent.

Time seemed to stand still as we waited, unsure of what had just happened.

After what felt like an eternity, I cautiously approached the door and slowly pushed it open.

What I saw on the other side made my blood run cold.

The cleaning auntie lay on the floor, her body contorted in unnatural angles.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with terror.

And standing over her was a figure, shrouded in darkness.

Its presence was suffocating, and I could feel an overwhelming sense of malevolence emanating from it.

Before I could react, the figure turned towards me, and I caught a glimpse of its face.

It was distorted and twisted, a grotesque mockery of a human.

Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its mouth curled into a wicked smile.

I knew in that moment that we were in the presence of something supernatural, something beyond rational comprehension.

With a chilling voice, it spoke.

"You cannot escape... You are mine now."

My mind was filled with fear and panic, but I had to protect my daughter.

I mustered all the courage I had left and grabbed my daughter's hand.

We ran, faster than we had ever run before.

But no matter how fast we went, the figure was always there, just a step behind.

Its presence loomed over us, a constant reminder that escape was impossible.

We reached the entrance of the shopping mall, desperate for help.

But as we burst through the doors, we were met with a horrifying sight.

The entire world outside had been transformed.

The sky was blood-red, and the buildings were crumbling.

People were running in all directions, their faces twisted with terror.

There was no one to turn to, no one who could save us.

And so, we continued to run, our hearts filled with despair.

There was no hope, only darkness.

This was our new reality, a nightmare from which we could never wake.

And as we ran, the figure followed closely behind, its laughter echoing in our ears.