It's dark all around, with rusty light bulbs hanging on the walls. You can hear your footsteps echoing with every step you take. No, it's not just your footsteps…another pair of footsteps following closely behind. You suddenly look back, but there’s only an empty staircase and a depressing darkness. You feel an invisible oppression approaching, the only thing you can do is keeping running up.

suddenly you wake up,all sweating and panting. Although the dream is so clear that it makes people uneasy, you think it's just the pressure brought by the new environment. But in the next few nights, you always dream of the same stairwell, and the footsteps in the dream are getting closer and closer. One night you even felt a cold hand touching your shoulder, and a low and hoarse voice whispering in your ear.

One night, when you were tidying up your room, you accidentally opened an old wooden cabinet and found a moldy diary inside. There were only a few pages of chaotic graffiti on the diary, which were covered with endless stairwells. On the last page, it was written: "I tried to escape, but the stairs had no end." The content of the diary stopped abruptly.

The he lights in the room suddenly flicker, and the clock on the wall stops. You feel a cold breath behind, just in the blink of an eye, you find that you are no longer in the room, but standing in the familiar stairwell.

However, this time, you are awake.

The air in the stairwell is cold and heavy. You try to calm yourself down, but you can hear the footsteps and low breathing getting closer and closer behind you. Your fear drives you to run up. The lights in the stairwell flicker, and each step seems to be lengthening, and your feet are as heavy as lead.

Suddenly, a cold hand grabs your shoulder, "You can’t get away." A low and slightly mocking voice sounded in your ears.

He slowly leans down until his mouth is inches from your ear, and you feel as if you were being entangled by a poisonous snake. “You moved into my house. Now, it’s time for you to stay.”