My House of Horrors

After everything was arranged, Chen Gong carried the puppet left behind by his parents and found the hammer of the shredder.

“That should do it. ”

Turning off the lights, the phone plugged in the charger and placed the video on the cabinet, and he hid himself under the bed with an exaggerated hammer.

When the candle flame jumps, the room is dark and bright, and Chen Song closes his eyes, many horrible scenes can be imagined in his mind, and he can't control them at all.

He kept an eye on the movement around him, his body bent and his head resting against the legs of the bed.

This angle just goes through the half-open door to see the slippers placed in the hallway.

“The slippers are still in place, the white rice around them is untouched, and it is unclear why black phones make me prepare these things. ”

The shorter the candle burns, the heavier Chen's eyelids slowly become.

The night spread in the horror house, and after not having had a good rest for several days, Chen Song persisted under the bed for a while before entering the dreamland unconsciously.

……

The calves were a little cold, the fans of Chan opened their eyes vaguely, the candles went out, the house was dark and very quiet.

“What time is it? ”

Chen Gong wanted to look at the watch, but suddenly found his body could not move at all.

“Ghost bed?” With his eyes wide open, Chen Gong did not react too intensely, but adjusted the respiratory rhythm, the respiratory system was affected by internal organs such as the heart and lungs, and did not paralyze like a body muscle.

After doing this, he started trying to bend his fingers and concentrate his mind a little bit.

He did not look in other directions throughout the process, and even if he saw something very scary at this time, his body could not respond, only exacerbating his own fears and losing his calm.

After about two or three minutes, Chan Song's little fingers can bend slightly, which is an excellent start.

He was trying to get out of the ghost bed with a thump, but when he glanced at the slippers in the hallway, a question arose in his mind.

“When I put my slippers in, which direction did the toe go? ”

Normal people face the hallway and the slippers should be pointed outdoors, but what Chen Gong is seeing now is a pair of slippers with the toes pointing to his bedroom.

“Am I in the wrong place?” He had a very bad feeling in his heart, hurrying his fingers in time.

Candles in the house have long been extinguished, the sound of sand coming from the darkness, white rice scattered in several rooms of the haunted house seems to have been moved.

Eyes stared at the slippers in the hallway, and one of the slippers took a step forward as Chen Gong watched.

It's a very rigid pace, like a first walk.

“It's moving! ”

If the world doesn't like it, the more urgent Chen Song is, the worse the situation will go.

After the first step, the slippers on the corridor suddenly took a few steps forward, as if someone had worn them.

“The guests are here? Why can't I see it? ”

By the time Chen Guoxin thought about it, the slippers had come to the door of the monitoring room, which suddenly stopped, and then the door of the monitoring room somehow opened itself, and closed again later.

The doors and windows in the house of terror are closed, and there can be no wind blowing at all.

“What is it looking for? ”

In the dark corridor, a pair of slippers walked back and forth, and soon it stopped at the door of the dressing room.

The door opened and from the angle of Chan Song, the black cloth on the mirror in the dressing room was lifted, the mask stitched together by different faces floated and swayed several times in front of the mirror.

Chen Song was a little panicked in the scene, and he hurried to move his fingers. But what he didn't expect was that the swinging human skin mask suddenly stood in front of the mirror, and the mask's hollow eyes seemed to be hiding under Chen Gong's bed.

“Got caught! ”

The mask fell to the floor, the makeup room door was closed, the slippers paused for a moment at the door, then the tip of the shoe pointed at Chen Gong and quickly walked towards the staff lounge!

Hiding under the bed, his body could not move. Chen Gong watched as the slippers approached, but could not escape.

The staff lounge door was pushed open and the slippers parked beside the bed.

Chan Gong closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He could feel a cold wind blowing in his face and hear shallow breathing in his ears. It's like having a face and sticking it around you.

“The monster is checking me for sleep.” Chen Gong did not dare to open his eyes. He feared seeing something horrible and could not control his emotions.

At this time, he was crushed by ghosts, his body could not move, and the best way was to play dead.

A few minutes later, the cold breath disappeared and Chan opened his eyes with a fine stitch.

There was nothing in front of it, spinning the eyeballs, and the slippers were placed beside the bed, but the direction of the toe was different and the back was placed against the bed.

“It went to my bed?” Chen Gong was a little chilly to think about. Every time he slept, there was such an unknown thing wandering around the house. If the other party was really malicious, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Slippers are by the bed and haven't moved in a long time. The monster should be lying in bed at this time. Chan Song feels his chance has come.

He puts all his attention on his only movable finger, his pupils beating and desperately trying to control more fingers.

Whether the nightmare mission can be accomplished or not, this feeling of uncontrolled and irresistible makes him very sad.

After completing so many ghost house tasks, Chen Gong's will is far more than ordinary people's. Not long after, all four of his other fingers can move. His palms clenched hard, his blood vessels tightened, his arms slowly regained control, and by the will of man, he slowly disengaged from the state of the ghost bed.

“Almost, almost.” With his arms muscled up, Chan Song felt like he could wake up soon, his breathing became smooth and his neck could spin slightly.

Now, as long as his legs are restored, he will have complete control of his body, and the iron hammer of a shredded skull doctor will be in his hand, not too passive.

He tries to twist his body and flip to one side.

The heartbeat was clear in his ears, and he used all his strength, and his body finally rolled over towards one side of the wall under the bed. It's like jumping down from a height in your dreams and instantly breaking free of some kind of bondage.

Chan Song regained control of his body, but the moment he looked behind him, his whole body sweated upside down.

Behind yourself, lie a girl.

“The monster didn't even go to bed! It's always been behind me! ”

Cold sweat, Chen Song subconsciously grabbed the hammer next to him, and the girl lying behind herself seemed to have just realized that Chen Song had woken up from her sleep.

She slowed down, looked up at Chan Song, and then turned into a shadow running outdoors.

Chen Guo grabbed the hammer and followed him. When he saw the girl's face, he somehow felt familiar.