My House of Horrors

The chair is placed in the middle of the hallway and will inevitably pass next to it in order to enter the second floor.

Chen Song has been seen before in front of the girls' apartment, and this chair seems to be proactive in approaching the living.

He hid around the corner of the stairs, hesitating.

“With a backrest, this chair is completely different from the one in the activity center classroom and should have been moved from somewhere else, but why would they leave this chair in the activity center? ”

Looking at the style, the chair on the second floor of the activity center, like the chair in the girls' apartment building, should be the apartment chair assigned to each student by the school.

Chen Gong photographed the door plate of the room across the street with his cell phone and wrote words like "The dance room is not on the second floor, why don't I go straight to the third floor?" But what if there's a chair in the middle of the hallway on the third floor? Then it chased me to the corner of the stairs, and when I went downstairs, I was blocked by the chair on the second floor... "

The image flashed in my mind, Chen Song thought about it, did not make way, gripping the tool hammer into the corridor on the second floor.

Dark painted corridors, unable to see the end at a glance, closed doors on both sides, dusty, blurred windows on the doors, and unclear what was hidden in the classroom.

Chen Gong walked slowly, and he didn't ignore anything else because the chair was close to him.

In fact, in Chen Song's view, the idle classrooms on both sides are actually a little more frightening.

“I don't know how long nobody came in here, the floor bricks were dusty and the footprints couldn't be removed, and if the guy behind me went into the center, he would have found me.” In such a strange environment, Chen Song never forgets to be wary of the third person who might appear: “I want to speed up and quickly resolve! ”

Cell phone lights swayed as Chen Sing's arm swayed, and he was getting closer to the chair.

“Nothing to be afraid of? Can a chair still kill me?” Chen Gong circled around the chair, which made him feel like a very ordinary chair.

“Shall we take it apart and take a look?” Chen Gong thought so in his heart, and he did the same on his hand. He lifted the tool hammer and put the chair down, and suddenly he saw something written under the chair.

“Qian Yujiao? Like a girl's name. ”

The emergence of this name reinforces the presumption before Chen Song that the chair is not the original object of the activity center, but belongs to someone.

Many people write their names under the chairs to prevent confusion.

“Isn't there a name under the chair in the girls' apartment?” Chen Gong remembered the name in his heart, thinking that instead of smashing the chair, he put it in the next classroom: “The longer I stay, the more uncomfortable I feel, I should hurry to the third floor. ”

He went back the same way and followed the stairs to the third floor.

There was nothing on the empty corridor, Chen Gong pushed open several classroom doors, the table and chairs in the back of the house, some walls painted fresh paint, can clearly see two different colors.

“The school's going to be closed. Why are you refreshing the paint? Who's the decorator?” What happened at Ping An Apartment gave Chen Gong an instant thought: “The new paint should be designed to cover something up. ”

He rubbed the skin of the wall with a tool hammer, which made him wonder that the wall behind the new paint was normal and had no imaginary blood or women's hair or anything like that.

“It won't be that simple.” He walked through several classrooms and found that not every classroom had a place to refresh the paint, and a few places to refresh the paint were very close to the drainage pipes in the building.

“The drainage system of this building should have been reinstalled before the school shut down.” Chen Gong looked up: "Classrooms on the first and second floors of the activity center show signs of use, only classrooms on the third floor appear to have been discontinued before the school was closed. ”

The tables and chairs were stacked together, and there was not even a chalk on the podium, and some classroom doors were even locked.

“Haunted? Murder?” There were many reasons for the blockade, and Chen Song could not be certain. He withdrew from the classroom and walked towards the fourth floor.

Stepping on the stairs, Chen Gong turned around from time to time, and the chair didn't follow him.

As he walked to the middle of the third and fourth floors, he found a wooden plank standing on the stairs, which said it was forbidden to enter a few words, and a few lines of rope were drawn around the plank.

Gone here, how could Chen Gong go back because of a broken plank, he put the plank aside and drilled directly under the rope.

Coming to the fourth floor, Chen Gong glanced at the door of the staircase with a painted door plate.

“Dance room!” Having spent so much time exploring the activity center, he finally found the place where red dancing shoes were most likely to appear.

The layout on the fourth floor was not quite the same as on the other floors, and the middle of several classrooms were opened and merged into one.

Tearing off the seal on the door and breaking the lock, Chan Song pushed open the dance room door that had been sealed for years.

Time seems to have forgotten this place, and everything remains the way it was a few years ago.

Smooth wooden floors are covered with dust and there is a strange unspeakable smell in the house, which seems to have been sprayed with a lot of deodorant, but because the air is not circulating and sealed for so many years, the deodorant itself has become a new odor.

Chen Gong entered the room against the wall, the dance room was very professional, and the wooden floor was rubberized for students to practice dance, seemingly fearing that the sound was too loud, affecting other classrooms downstairs, with sound-absorbing cotton on the wall and soundproofing boards installed.

“This is the biggest dance room I've ever seen.” Chen Gong raised his phone and pointed away.

The walls are equipped with wall-mounted levers to adjust height freely, with a low row of seats underneath for students to rest.

At the other end of the dance room, a six-sided floor mirror is arranged side by side, seamlessly fitted, each about one meter wide and about two meters high.

“I almost forgot there were mirrors in the dance room.” Looking at the walled floor mirror, Chan Sing sucked in the cool air and placed three chairs with backrest in the middle of the mirror.

“Three at the same time?” Chen Gong bit his teeth and proactively walked towards the three chairs. His every move appeared in the mirror.

In the morning dance room, looking at yourself in the mirror, the closer you get to your heart, the less bottomless Chen Song will be.

He withstood the urge to smash the mirror and put down three chairs, just like the one he had seen before, with the name of a girl written under each chair.

“Taking into account that chair in the girls' apartment, I've seen five chairs. If each chair represents a girl, what happened to these five girls? ”