My House of Horrors

In the dim bathroom, Chen Gong sat alone in the bathtub, breathing repeatedly, expelling the residual exhaust gas from his lungs.

At 3: 44 a.m., the intersection of night and dawn, he had only one chance and had to be cautious.

The house was quiet, there was no movement in the hallway, and the monster in the mirror didn't seem to come.

Time passes in seconds, Chen Gong puts aside the specially found spreadsheet. When the number representing time on the screen turns to 43, he concentrates highly, opens his mouth and begins to inhale slowly.

The candle flame jumped and Chan's body slowly tilted down. His eyes were on the spreadsheet from the beginning to the end, with an unprecedented focus.

When the numbers on the screen change again, Chan Sing does not hesitate to lie on his back in the bathtub.

3: 44 a.m.!

The cold water seemed to come from all sides and drowned him.

It's a strange feeling when you sink into the water late at night.

Absolute darkness, as if the world were nothing but itself, sinking constantly; absolute silence, only the sound from its own body could be heard in its ears, and its heart beating.

Cold water stimulated every nerve, Chen Gong lay at the bottom of the bathtub, abandoned all meditations, and counted heartbeats.

“Sixty seconds, just hold on for sixty seconds. ”

He had never experienced it before, and the night seemed to merge with the water, and if there was no candle fire, it was like a lighthouse getting farther and farther away, and he seemed to be sinking into the deep sea.

“One, two...”

After the first ten seconds, time seemed much slower.

The sound of the water flow sounded in his ears, the four walls were dark, Chen Guo meditated on his parents' names and maintained the initial motion. He held the knife handle of the dish with both hands, leaving his body to be driven by the water wave.

Oxygen in the lungs is slowly being depleted, and Chen Gong feels slight discomfort, as if something is pressing against him.

“15, 16…"

Every beat of the heart consumes oxygen in the lungs, and as the heartbeat slows, time seems to be slower, and every second is split into countless segments.

The discomfort gradually became stronger, as if one hand slowly pressed against the neck, straining slightly.

Lying in the water, Chan opened his eyes and couldn't see anything across the water, as if he were locked into another world.

About three or four seconds later, his face grew uglier, not more pale in the general sense.

“How long did I last? Should be almost done, right? ”

The currents crossed the ears and a strange sound suddenly appeared in the silence of death.

It seems to be coming from the corridor outside the door, and Chen Song doesn't know why he can listen so clearly. Perhaps the other party made a deliberate noise just to distract him.

“Footsteps? Someone walking around the hallway? ”

His slow heartbeat began to accelerate again, and his body became unconsciously nervous: "Probably the monster in the mirror came to me, hoping that the dolls would hold on and I would be able to accomplish my mission in 30 seconds at most! ”

Thinking slower and slower, ears began to buzz murmurs, Chen Song's condition was not very good, footsteps in the hallway made him highly nervous, he was carrying without distraction, he continued to meditate on his parents' names while calculating his heart beat.

“28, 29…”

The water fills the ears, the voice is distorted, the footsteps are becoming rushed, and the other person seems to be trying to get in.

After a few more seconds, Chan Song felt his chest pressed like a boulder. The blood vessels on his neck slowly protruded, his hands and feet were cold, and his body developed a sense of weakness.

The response of the brain is slower and slower, and Chen Song is now insisting on it all by his own will.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

No sign of anything hitting the door.

Chen Guo's heart suddenly lifted up, the thing outside the house couldn't hold up!

Probably because of a puppet behind the door, the other party broke the door three times and found it impossible to open it, then stopped this pointless move and the house calmed down again.

Still the same as before, the only difference is Chen Gong himself, normally he can hold his breath for a minute, but the footsteps in the hallway, as well as the banging on the door just now, make his heart beat faster, and people consume a lot of oxygen under stress.

He felt like he was at his limit, and the last trace of oxygen in his lungs was being squeezed dry, and every second was a pain for him.

“thirty-nine, forty..."

By the time he counted to forty, Chen Gong's brain was stunned for a while, and his physical condition had prevented him from continuing to count.

Unable to distract, the feeling of suffocation grew stronger, Chen Song's consciousness began to blur, many things could not be remembered, just instincts to think back about his parents' memories.

The blood vessels appeared, raised on pale skin, a large muscle moved around the neck, and the fingers holding the knife gradually loosened.

He felt he was on the brink of death, and he understood the phrase in the mission.

When the time reaches the gap between the night and the dawn, you can see those who meet you on the brink of life and death.

The phrase clearly means that at the moment of day and night conversion, people who are dying can see the other world ahead of time!

Chen Gong's eyes looked at the water without blinking. His pupils were scattered and the water seemed to be getting further and further away from him. No one who met him saw it. There was only a darkness in front of him, a darkness so deep that it was desperate.

The lungs seem squeezed, which is an unspeakable feeling of boredom.

“No, if we go on like this, we could really drown in the bathtub. ”

Halfway through the 44th minute at 3: 00 a.m., the person Chen Gong wanted to see still didn't show up, he no longer had fantasies, or he was heartily happy that his parents didn't show up, which at least means they were still alive.

Cold arms stood at the bottom of the tub, and he made the decision with only a hint of reason, and it was time to give up.

Harder hands, Chen Gong is about to drill out of the water, suddenly it doesn't feel right!

There's something holding his head, stopping him from leaving.

The scattered pupil suddenly shrunk into a little bit, and Chan Sing Wang turned to his head. There was nothing there!

The puppet blocks the door and the bathtub, and the monster in the mirror shouldn't be able to get in. Who's acting weird?

With a tight blood vessel around his neck, Chan Sing's face was ugly and scary. His life and death were at stake. He tried his best to hold the knife in his hand and waved it over his head.

With prolonged hypoxia, his body and will have reached their limits, like a spring pulled to the top that could collapse at any moment.

The knife swung, the water splashed, Chen Song Trance seemed to have cut something. All he could hear was a "bang” in his ear, and the power over his head instantly disappeared.

Without hindrance, Chen Gong sat up from the bathtub and swallowed the air in his mouth!