My House of Horrors

Skewed, oblique bodies, stained school uniforms, pale faces, and mouths that seem to be talking about something.

The three girls face terror and plea, and their bodies appear to be growing with the chairs.

His gaze wandered in front of the mirror and the women's locker room, and Chen Gong was chilly. Not long ago, he also put the chair down and watched it up close.

“Is this my first intimate contact with a ghost? ”

He shook a chill and walked toward the door, walking faster and faster.

As he approached, the three chairs blocked in the door moved invisibly forward, and all the cabinet doors in the women's locker room made slight noises.

After he read the words "Zhang Ya", something changed throughout the dance room, as if the name was a taboo that could not be mentioned here.

“The mirror can only be seen at the door of the dressing room, maybe there's something more scary hidden in the women's dressing room and you have to leave! ”

He also had some reason to think that the iron door in the closet made its own noise, as if something was going to drill out of it.

Hand-held tool hammer, Chen Gong ran to the door and kicked down the middle chair. He was about to rush out, but his shoulder seemed to be caught by something.

He turned his head and looked in the mirror with two thin, pale arms on his shoulders.

If you don't say anything, Chan Gong turns to be a hammer!

“Boom!”

The tool hammer hit the back of the chair and smashed the chair through a crack.

There was a woman's scream hidden in his ear, and he could see it in the mirror. The schoolgirl sitting in the chair, her eyes staring poisonously at his back, her arms grabbing his shoulder dead, seemed to be about to push him onto his chair.

“What was her intention to do that? Just sitting in her chair will replace her as the new soul trapped in the chair? ”

The power coming from his back grew and a pair of pale hands pulled him and tried to push him into the women's locker room. Worse still, there was a strange murmur in the hallway outside, and a few seconds later, another chair appeared in front of the dance room.

“It always feels like luck is used in strange places, I've never felt so feminine before!” Chen Gong can no longer hold on. He no longer escapes, turns around actively, presses the back of the chair with one hand, and his other hand hits the tool hammer against the chair!

He just noticed that after smashing a crack in the chair with his own hands, the girl student in the chair changed her face and ripped off her disguise directly, turning it from a plea to a grudge.

Through the facial changes of female students, Chen Song judged that the chair should be the object of their own body, which is the same as a small family living in a puppet.

“Destroying the stockpiles, if not killing them, could at least devastate her. ”

There was a force around him who wanted to force him to sit in a chair, and if he was a rookie who had never experienced a similar incident, he would have been scared to go soft on the floor and left to lay.

Unfortunately, they met Chan, the haunted house owner who spent the night with the murderer a few days ago. He was not afraid, but in an accident, his ability to withstand fear was constantly improving. Even if he was frightened, he could still make the most correct decisions and his hands were still robust.

“Boom!”

Chen Gong smashed the back of the apartment chair, grabbed the chair leg and slammed it toward the other chair. The images in the mirror are a little strange, but now Chen Gong can't take these anymore.

It only took him a dozen seconds to scrap a chair, and when he was ready to destroy the second chair, his neck was suddenly strangled by something.

Looking up into the mirror, a pale hand strangled his neck, the other side seemed angry with shame, giving up the idea of pressing him against the chair and preparing to kill him directly.

Things changed. Not only did Chen Song not slow down the movement in his hand, he also became more fierce. He grabbed the chair and smashed it against the wall. Every time the chair broke a point, the strength on his neck decreased a little.

The pressure on his neck disappeared until all three chairs were dispersed.

“It's also a scourge to keep these things, and I'll burn them all down in a moment, so you can be completely free.” Chan Sing leaned against the mirror in the dance room, gasping low, and had obvious strangulation marks on the surface of his neck.

“There was a lot of noise in the fight just now, the guy behind me will definitely come over, I want to leave quickly, the red dancing shoes are not here anyway.” Chen Song doesn't want to stay in the dance room. This place is really weird. The door in the women's locker room is getting louder and louder. It can't be the wind blowing at all. Beyond that, there are more weird sounds happening, such as deepening colors on the ground and walls, and the increasingly dense "" and “" "sounds in the corridor.

He was ready to leave, but as soon as he took a step, his calf was caught by something.

Chen Gong turned his head to the mirror. The three female students blocked his path with malice. His fingers grabbed his legs and he was reluctant to stick his fingers in his body.

When he saw the scene, Chan Song was in a hurry. He picked up the tool hammer and smashed it into the wooden chair pieces, but no matter how he smashed it this time, the schoolgirl on the ground didn't let go.

The noise in the hallway is approaching, and the venomous face on the ground is showing fast revenge. Sensation, the dance room seems to be covered with a thick cloth, the light on the phone somehow began to twist, a stinking stench spreading from somewhere.

“Is there anything more horrible hidden in this school? ”

Chen Gong was shocked by his thoughts. He dared to come to this abandoned school late at night. The main reason was that he thought Zhang Ya was the most horrible presence in this school. He came to help Zhang Ya, who had no reason to harm him.

“The situation has changed. ”

There seems to be something outside the corridor that goes to the door and the smell in the air gets stronger.

Three schoolgirls on the ground looked silky, Chen Song backed against the mirror, his palms reached into the pocket, his fingers just touched the puppet, the strange noise outside the door suddenly went away several times faster than when it came, and the stench slowly dissipated.

“What's going on? Why do I think that guy outside the door seems scared? ”

All the murmurs disappeared at this moment, leaving only Chen Song's own heartbeat in the whole dance room.

The light is more distorted than just now, and the temperature seems to have dropped considerably.

“What happened? ”

Nor did he feel restrained on his calf. Chen Song lowered his head and all three female students hid as far away as possible. He looked behind him in panic.

“Behind me? ”

Chen Gong turned his body rigidly. He faced a mirror five or six meters long. It was not him in the mirror, but a woman in a bloody red school uniform with her head lowered.