Josh saw the shadow on the ground stretching longer and longer, and the breathing behind him grew heavier.
He glanced out the window, suddenly stood up, and opened it.
Sunlight rushed in instantly.
"Ah!!" The old lady let out a scream and hid in the shadows.
Josh, as if he hadn't heard, turned around with a smile: "Grandma, your house sure has a strong smell. Why don't you open the windows for some fresh air?"
The old lady shrank into a corner and gave a forced smile. Her cat-like eyes narrowed into black slits under the glare of the sunlight, "I'm old, can't stand the wind. It's better to close the window."
Josh nodded knowingly: "True."
He closed the window again, the darkness in the corner of the room gradually creeping towards the center, even faintly spreading.
The old lady revealed a sinister smile: "Don't you like that paper figure? Want to take another look at it?"
Josh shook his head: "No need, it's getting late, I should go."
