My House of Horrors

“This bedroom is different from the previous ones.” Zhu Jianing stood at the door of the bedroom and seemed ready to run back and forth: "A little of that feeling of escape from the secret room, the exit clue is probably hidden here, right? ”

“I don't know, the first time I've seen a haunted house with so much freedom, the boss is so big, he's not afraid of tourists.” Fei Youliang walked up to the chair and picked up those blank sheets of paper, which said separately-- when am I going to die? How am I going to die? Who's gonna die next?

“This scene is a bit like a pen fairy game, but...” Fei Youliang looks at the ballpoint pen with the transparent tape on the chair: “Isn't this a strange pen? ”

“Will there be any organs?” Zhu Jianing also walked over and held the ballpoint pen in his hand, pressing it hard a few times, almost crushing the pen bar: “It seemed like a very ordinary pen. ”

“Do you remember what the haunted house owner said before he came in? ”

“The haunted house contains four small scenarios that must be fully experienced in order to get clues about the exit. ”

“Yes, the exit trail is hidden in four little scenarios, so let's take a look, and in my experience, there should be keys and notes and stuff in this bedroom. ”

The bedroom was small, and no tips were found in all corners.

“This haunted house is a bit difficult and cleverly designed.” Fei Youliang laid the blank paper in his hand on the table, three sheets of paper wrote, and only one sheet was blank: “Do you have to experience a pen fairy game to know the answer? ”

“Playing pencil fairy games in a haunted house is not very good.” Zhu Jianing looked at a few issues on the blank paper and panicked.

“In the four little scenes of the haunted house, it's a little easier to look at. Don't think of it as a breakthrough. Are you going back to that classroom looking for clues?” Fei Youliang's impatient gesture: “Besides, do you really think there's a pen fairy in the world? Come on, give it a try. No, just go. ”

He doesn't know what's wrong, he doesn't always feel too comfortable, the negative emotions he's been suppressing are inspired, he has the urge to destroy everything.

Zhu Jianing reluctantly walked across the street from Fei Youliang, splitting right and left between the two sides of the chair.

“But I don't know how the game goes. ”

“Don't worry, I've seen a lot of movies about Pen Fairy, I tried it a few times at home a long time ago, it's all a lie, the game can be explained by science.” Faye shines a vertical grip, hovering over the only blank piece of paper: “Your finger sticks in my finger, snaps the pen lever, and then ignores anything. ”

“Okay.” Zhu Jianing trusted Fei Youliang, squatting at the side of the chair and holding the ball pen in the middle: “Then what? ”

“Just keep quiet.” Fei Youliang wrote the words "yes or no" on the blank paper, and when there was no more noise interference in the girls' dorm, he said softly: “Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, you are my past life, I am your present life, if you want to come, paint circles on the paper. ”

His voice had just fallen, and the half-opened door of the dormitory was suddenly blown by a wind.

The dilapidated doors slowly open and the dead corridors are outside.

Zhu Jianing struck a chill and shrunk toward the house.

“Don't move.” Faye stared at the tip of the pencil and felt like a stone.

The shady wind wandered in the bedroom and the scrap paper on the floor rubbed against the calf, as if it had been gently scratched with a nail, the temperature had dropped, and the chill spread up along the ankle.

It is undoubtedly a torture for the two people who are playing the Pen Fairy Game to keep the same move and become more sensitive when they are in a state of high tension.

The dilapidated girls' bedroom seemed a little darker, and stained sheets were touched by something, like someone was climbing out from under the bed.

About a dozen seconds later, their arms hovering in the air began to tremble slightly, and the tip of the pencil left a series of disconnected points on the blank paper.

“I don't suppose Pencil Fairy is coming?” Zhu Jianing put up with it for half a day and asked, he couldn't stand the atmosphere of repression.

“A lot of movies say the time to ask for Pen Fairy is 10 minutes, and if you don't respond within 10 minutes, it's a failure. But this stuff is a fiction, and a lot of times gamers think that the Pen Fairy is actually a psychological role.” Fei Youliang showed him to wait patiently: “This place is one of the four scenes the haunted house owner said, let's do what he asked and see what new tricks he can play. ”

When he had just finished, the ballpoint pen in his hand swayed for a moment, very little, and they both noticed.

“Did you move? ”

They looked at each other in unison and saw a slight surprise in each other's face.

“Not me.” Zhu Jianing quickly denied that he had not come out of the fear caused by those eyeballs, and this happened again. He was nervous: “Yu Liang, you said it wasn't really Pen Fairy coming, right? ”

“Impossible, the Pen Fairy Game only uses the environment and the way it plays to bring psychological cues, the game time is deliberately long, the arms are suspended, breathing, pulse does not swing autonomously, that's why this happens.” Fei Youliang seemed to persuade himself, adding: “A person's subconscious fantasy pen moves itself, and subconscious influences subjective judgment. ”

That is, he just finished, the pen in his hand moved again, and this time it was very obvious.

The two looked at each other, looking at the white paper at the same time, and the originally scattered dots on the paper were connected by a line, just as if they were an irregular circle.

“Shit! Looks like it's really coming!” Zhu Jianing tried to pull his hand back and was caught by Fei Youliang at a critical moment.

“Whether it's a real pencil fairy or not, keep playing. ”

“Why?”

“If it is a true pencil fairy, without sending it away, the game will end without permission, it will be entwined by it until the dead end; if it is a fake pencil fairy, we do not have to be afraid at all, everything is just a game session arranged by the haunted house owner. ”

“What do you say we do now? ”

“Ask questions and send the pen fairy away.” Fan Youliang can stay calm.

“Ask what? What about the other blank papers?” Zhu Jianing pointed to several blank sheets of paper next to his finger.

“It's a trap, play the Pencil Fairy game. Don't ask questions about death, let's just ask questions that don't matter. ”

“Doesn't matter? ”

“Just let me do it.” Fei Youliang grabbed Zhu Jianing's hand and paused for a moment, he told Zhu Jianing to remain quiet and said softly: “Pen Xian, Pen Xian, can you tell me the name of my future wife? ”

It was a casual question, but let Fei Youliang wonder, when he said the question, the shady wind in the girl's bedroom suddenly stopped, and a depressing breath emanated from behind him.

The pen trembled more and more heavily in both hands, and soon wrote three words on the blank paper.

“Go to hell! ”