My House of Horrors

Monkeys hide alone on the second floor of the stairs, keeping an eye on the movement around them.

He stood at the corner of the wall and could see the entrance to the third and second floors at the same time, and no matter which direction the killer came from, he could escape at the fastest possible speed.

The lights in the scene seemed darker, in the pitch-black corridors, and strange background music panicked the mind.

The monkey strangled himself so hard that he took a deep breath, and as a medical student he knew that the slight pain and plenty of oxygen would calm people down quickly.

“There was a problem with the time when the monster appeared. It shouldn't be a coincidence that Old Zhao had just discovered that there were eight of us mixed up, and the monster rushed over.” He recalled what had just happened: “After Old Zhao discovered one more person, everyone panicked. At this time, if Feng could take out his phone and see everyone's face clearly, he would surely find the eighth person, and we missed our first chance. When the monster rushes in, if everyone can stand where they are, without being frightened, they won't be scattered, and we missed our second chance. ”

The monkey sighed softly: “The monster came and everyone was scared, but it wasn't enough to escape. Everything was because of the first person who escaped. He raised his head and disturbed our minds. If I had expected well, the first person who escaped should be the one who came out more often. I just heard Xiao Hui scream, she was the second one to escape, close to the person, which can also prove from the side that my guess is correct. ”

With a bitter smile on his face, he guessed correctly that it was one thing, fearless it was another. One person hid in such a shady and horrible environment and felt cold on the back: “Monsters and extra eighth people work together, using desertion psychology and popular psychology to spread fear, break us apart, and then break it down one by one. Is it really necessary to rise to the height of strategy just to scare people? ”

The monkey is smart, but he also has very little guts, and usually he never dares to go in and out of the lab alone in school: "I'm going to tell Brother Feng this news quickly and meet them. ”

He took out his phone, the light on the screen was behind him, and suddenly he made a chill: “How did the puppet get to the stairs? Didn't I leave it on the third floor aisle? ”

Afraid to attract the monster, the monkey dared not turn on the flashlight, and he turned the screen bright to the side of the wall, where he lay flat on a wrecked figure.

“Who accidentally kicked it downstairs while running?” Thinking about it, the monkey can only come up with one explanation. The doll is stuffed with notes and without any mechanical parts, it is definitely not remotely controllable: “It seems scary. ”

Apart from being a little worn out, the puppet doesn't have anything particularly scary to look at, but it just sees a strange feeling, as if it's alive.

The monkey himself felt strange. He looked at the puppet on the ground and felt that it was not a doll, but a poor little girl with a few grievances.

“It must be an illusion. I'm going to stay away from this thing and play haunted house. It's going to fix my mental problems.” The monkey dialed Brother Feng's phone and a cell phone rang in the hallway on the third floor.

“He's on the third floor? Or, like old Zhao, accidentally dropped his phone? ”

The phone rings in the haunted house, making it even more horrible.

The monkey didn't hang up the phone, put his phone in his pocket, and quietly came to the third floor. He hid at the entrance of the hall and looked inward, and Feng's phone was thrown in the hallway.

“Old Zhao and Feng's cell phones are not on him, we can only try other people.” The monkey stood alone on the third floor of the stairwell, looking at the empty corridor and the wind-blown, closed door on both sides, scaring her legs softly.

He slid the screen wildly, looking for other people's phones, but at this point, his phone shocked and suddenly rang.

“Goddamn it!” Looking down, someone called him: “Poetry bell? What did she want from me? Is she alone now? ”

In front of girls, monkeys always behave fearlessly, which is also common to most hot-blooded youths: "Poetry bell, are you separated from everyone? Where are you now? ”

“I was locked in a room on the third floor. I didn't see the exact number of the door plate clearly. Come quickly. Something's wrong with this room!” Poetry Bell is a very quiet girl, at a time when she is in a hurry, looking like she is about to cry, and doesn't know exactly what she has encountered.

“Slowly, how did you get locked in? I don't suppose any of the studios on either side of the hallway can be locked?” The monkey said he was walking down the corridor, trying to locate the poetry bell through the sound.

“I don't know. When I come in and close the door, it won't open again! And unlike the rest of the house, the room is sitting side by side with two puppets! ”

“Sit down?!” Speaking of puppets, the monkey's hair rose upside down and he knew exactly how evil the puppets in this haunted house were.

“Come on, you guys!” The sound of the poetry bell gradually became sharp and seemed to be on the verge of losing control.

“Now! Stay away from the dolls, do as Heshan said before, don't touch anything in the house, I suspect the doll...” The monkey said half, suddenly stopped, he looked at himself, laying flat in front of him half a metre away from his toe.

He almost withstood the urge to smash his phone and moved in front of the doll.

“Long hair, painful expression, blaming yourself, doesn't look like the puppet in the hallway, feels much more mature than that.” After that, the monkey himself opened his eyes: “Damn, how could I have analyzed so many things from a puppet? Am I freaking out? Or is this puppet too realistic? They always feel like living people and have feelings of their own. ”

“This is not the time to think about it, as long as the puppets in front of you are not the same as the ones in the stairs, at least to say that these puppets will not move themselves, that things have not gone to the worst, and my priority now is to rescue the poetry bell.” Shaking her head, the monkey pumped herself: “I was just trying to scare myself. If the puppet in the hallway came after me, how could she be in front of me? It should be right behind me. Looks like it's just a little trick from the haunted house owner. There's no need to be afraid. ”

After he finished, he glanced backwards in vain: “I told you, there was no need...”

The monkey's eyes solidified a metre behind him, and the rest of the sentence went back raw, as it was quietly lying on a puppet.