The white light swept through the living room.

Nothing happened.

The sound of car horns came from outside.

My home is on the second floor.

If I were to jump out of the window, the straight-line distance might be less than three meters.

The bedroom door started shaking violently, as if it would be shattered in the next second.

The corridor was pitch black, with no sound of birds or insects. Who knows how many unknown dangers are hidden in the darkness.

I made up my mind and, guided by the faint moonlight outside, groped my way towards the window.

I want to jump out.

I want to leave this place!

This home is not normal right now!