บททั้งหมดของ NIGHTSHIFT : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Deep into the night but drowsiness still did not visit Macky. He could not sleep. From his balcony, he could see the whole house opposite him. The light in his room was also turned off so the house next to him thought they were asleep. He is currently flirting when he notices someone walking barefoot and blowing his hair. His two eyebrows met as he wondered why a woman was still walking at this time of night what she was doing on the road. He saw it enter the abandoned house. So he hurried out of the room, he knocked on Eman to accompany him but it was not in his room. He went out again and just continued outside he couldn't wait for Eman wherever the man went. He picked up a gun in case of an emergency. He squeezed it on his back. Macky crossed the road toward that house. He did not know why the woman entered that house what she did there. It may even work. He thinks the woman has a mental problem. So he will help her get home to her family, maybe now it is looking for

"Come in." The girl smiled at him. He has nothing to do tonight. He thought of visiting it so he and Margo could have coffee."Thanks?""Where?" Smiling, he asked me."To come with me inside, even at this time of night," I said here. It smiled at him so sweetly that even its eyes smiled as well."It's Okay. I can't sleep either! " She answered me."Why?" I asked.Nothing.. maybe because of what's going on around me. You know, until now, the criminal has not been found... I'm afraid that maybe my sister and I will be next. Fear was in his voice."Shh.. don't think like that, Margo. Besides, I'm here when you need help. Just call me. I'll be right back! " I immediately said it. He saw someone standing tall, and Margo looked at them.For a moment, I saw someone looking up. Do you have anyone else with you besides you two and your sister? I'm asking here.The one who was looking at me knelt."Nothing! Maybe you just did that? ""No. I can't be wrong, peo

The old sedan rattled as it moved along the winding road.Cheska sat quietly by the window, watching the rice fields blur into tall coconut trees. The sky was slowly darkening, and the farther they went, the fewer houses they passed.Inside the car, Lia and Marco tried to talk about music, their voices light but forced. Even Ben, who was usually loud and playful, stayed quiet, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.Something already felt off.San Lazaro.Cheska had only ever heard that name in whispers.Her mother, Ellie, refused to talk about it. Every time Cheska asked, she would either change the topic—or look at her with fear that didn’t make sense.But this time, Cheska didn’t stop asking.She came here for answers.“Are you sure about this?” Lia finally asked, her voice soft.“Your mom… she doesn’t want you going here.”Cheska gave a small, uneasy smile.“I know,” she said. “But I have to. Too many things don’t make sense.”She looked down at her hands.“Everyone died in that house…

The old gate creaked loudly as it slowly opened. Inside, a long driveway stretched ahead, almost hidden by tall weeds and thorny bushes.In the soft light of early morning, the ancestral house finally came into full view. It was big and once beautiful, a clear sign of wealth from long ago. But now, time had changed it. The walls were dirty and covered in mildew. The paint was peeling off, and many windows were broken or sealed with wood. They looked like empty eyes staring into the dull morning sky.“It’s… bigger than I imagined,” Lia said softly. She held onto Marco’s arm, her grip tight.“And a lot more… gothic,” Marco added, trying to sound brave but failing. He checked his phone, then frowned. “No signal. Great.”Ben, always practical, started taking their bags out of the car. “Well, it’s clearly abandoned. And probably full of rats. Let’s just go inside and see if we can stay here.”But Cheska didn’t move. She kept staring at the house.It wasn’t just how old and damaged it looke

Mang Tonyo’s departure left a deeper silence behind, heavier than before. It felt like the whole house had swallowed his presence, leaving only a cold and uneasy feeling. His strange warnings and unclear answers made everything more mysterious. Cheska couldn’t shake the thought that Mang Tonyo wasn’t just a caretaker—he was someone who knew the dark secrets of the house, someone who had seen things he refused to speak about. Ben still held the iron poker in his hand, but now it didn’t feel like a weapon anymore. It felt useless, like it couldn’t protect them from something they couldn’t even see. “So, what now?” Lia asked softly, her voice almost disappearing in the large, empty entryway. “Do we… just pick rooms?” Marco, trying to stay calm, stepped forward and took control. “First, we need to make this place safe, or at least try. Ben, check all the windows and doors on the ground floor. Make sure they can be locked. Lia, you and Cheska look for the fuse box or anything that can