Male Distress - Behind the Walls: The Haunting of TíngHui

TíngHui thought he had found the perfect deal—a room for rent at an unbelievably low price. But the moment he stepped inside, the air felt heavier, the walls seemed to whisper, and shadows clung to the corners. Exhausted after a long night of moving, he ignored the unease, drank a glass of water, and collapsed into bed.

Sleep should have brought rest. Instead, it dragged him into a nightmare: a vision of being stabbed from behind in the bathroom, the pain so vivid it felt real. Jolted awake, sweat dripping down his face, TíngHui tried to convince himself it was only a dream. But the fatigue was crushing, and the fear refused to fade.

Then, without warning, he sensed a presence. A figure emerged from the darkness—silent, merciless. Before TíngHui could scream, cold hands wrapped around his throat. The nightmare had followed him into reality… and this time, there would be no waking up.