My House of Horrors

“Mr. Han, are you sure there's no horror on the right? ”

Little Doo held the door handle and now he misses Tian Fu Hospital and the iron cabinet that makes him feel safe.

“What are you panicking about? As Chen himself said, the third ward has not been set up yet. What is there to be afraid of in a broken scene?” Han Qiuming woke up from the initial shock, and he grabbed the arm of the person in charge, Guo Qiuming: “Old Guo, the two of us hit the front line. ”

“What does that have to do with me?” Guo Qian shook his hand: “Didn't you say you walked ahead alone? ”

“I was afraid you wouldn't come in and halfway through the tour.” Han Qiuming's face is as dark as the bottom of the pot, but nobody saw it because of the dark light in the haunted house: “Then I'll take the lead. Stay close and don't leave the team. ”

Han Qiuming pushed the dilapidated iron gate completely open, the rust fell off and several people entered the third ward.

There is a strange unspeakable smell in the air. There are pills and yellow case sheets scattered on the ground. Han Qiuming walked in front of him alone, and the more he looked at it, the more alarmed he was.

There are all kinds of crazy words written on the walls, and those cruel letters combined make people's scalps look numb, not like normal people can come up with them.

What makes him even more uncomfortable is that it has come a few metres away and the number of blood words on the walls has not decreased, but has become more.

There's no such thing as repetition!

“How did Chen come up with these sentences? He's not really a lunatic, is he? ”

Kneeling down, Han Qiuming lifted the corner of the mattress, which contained a fake man made of pillows and sheets.

But it was such a rough, fake guy who was playing, and he couldn't get his eyes off him.

“Can you still do that with a fake prop in a haunted house? I've been practicing for a few years now.” Han Qiuming looked at the weird face on the pillow, clearly drawn at random, but gave an unspeakable weird feeling.

“Look here!” Su Fall stood at the door of the first ward, and the crowd looked in the direction she pointed. The door shaft was full of blood from the nails.

She stretched out her hand and said, “It looks like it's real, not like it was dug out with a tool. ”

“It wasn't a tool. Could it have been dug out by the designer's hand?” Han Qiuming will be covered with mattresses, covering the fake people on the ground: “Be careful not to touch anything inside, be careful to trigger the machine, especially these mattresses on the ground, maybe the actor will hide under the quilt. ”

He was ready to move on, but a few others did not move, and the woman with the short hair went into the first ward alone.

The windows were sealed and thick concrete walls were outside the wooden slab crevices, through a form of repression and despair, like prison cells.

Watch your fingers cross the bed plate at night and find many more excavations on both sides of the bed: "Come and help, let's lift the bed plate. ”

“Clear 20 minutes, will you hurry up? Don't worry about the end of the branches.” Han Qiuming stood outside alone.

Xiao Du and Song An entered the ward to help lift the bed slab carefully at night, and the scene below the board was somewhat unexpected.

There is a black red fingerprint on the edge of the bed, with broken fingernails in the crevices, which shows how painful things have been for those who have dug up this bloody trail.

“When the artificial plasma clots, it becomes light red, this black red blood stain...” Song An shrunk his neck and said carefully to the night around him: "Kind of like human blood. ”

“Are you sure it's human blood, not artificial blood?” Watching the planks carefully at night, bending over and tipping your nose to the edge of the bed: “There's nothing odorous about it. ”

Song An was stunned by the bold gesture of the short-haired girl, who laughed: “It may be pig blood or cow blood. Sometimes the haunted house replaces artificial plasma with animal blood in pursuit of reality. ”

“It is also normal for items with blood stains to appear in haunted houses, especially fixed haunted houses like Boss Chen, many of which are bought directly from abandoned hospitals or psychiatric hospitals at low prices.” Guo Xiao should have done something like this: “But we can't be careless, there's blood on the bed, at least to show that something bad had happened in that mental hospital before. ”

The night nodded carefully and went on to ask: "What about the bloody scratch on the door shaft? There's no way the door shaft was removed from the psychiatric hospital, is there? ”

Guo Xiao's temporal plug, I don't know how to answer.

“Don't you get it?” Take out your book carefully at night: “I have visited many haunted houses, which mostly do articles near frightening spots. Only this haunted house handles every detail in a real way, and the haunted house owner is like an obsessive-compulsive person. ”

“I also discovered a terrible thing.” Su Fall looked up at the ceiling, and the bloody text seemed to have come to life, spinning around her: “The handwriting of every sentence here is different, and it shouldn't be written by the same person. ”

“Different handwriting?” Guo Xiao took a closer look and his face became very poor: “Really, how did Boss Chen do it? ”

“Didn't he say the haunted house had been open for years? Give me five years to build, I can do better than him.” Han Qiuming walked a few steps forward alone, his heart fainted and he turned back. He leaned against the door shaft and said casually.

“Will you take five years to create a ghost house scene?” Guo Yan's heart was a little angry, he had arranged everything before, and Han Qiuming messed it up: “Boss Chen definitely didn't lie, this place is his ghost house the scariest scene, let's hurry to find the recorder, don't stay here too long. ”

Since entering the third ward, he has had a very uncomfortable feeling, which became more intense when he saw the layout inside the scene.

The red scratches on the door shaft, the fingerprints on the edges of the beds, and a bloody print on the wall surface all made him uncomfortable.

Deeply buried memories were awakened. Guo Xiao felt like he had entered the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen had committed suicide.

“Old Guo, I don't know what you're afraid of. His haunted house details were indeed excellent and did the same thing, but that only showed that he imitated them better.” Han Qiuming sneaked his eyes out overnight and pushed his glasses: “When I was experiencing a huge fixed haunted house abroad, the staff there told me that all their props were real guys that had been used by death row inmates. Compared to others, this haunted house only fits. ”

“You are the one who deserves to die. ”

“I call it honesty.” Han Qiuming waved at the crowd: “Sixteen minutes to go, hurry up. ”

Several people entered the corridor, and only Doo stopped at the entrance to the third ward. He looked at the text on the scalp ceiling and his heart beat quickly.

For a long time, those seemingly cluttered and irregular words seemed to blend together, and the strokes hooked together, forming a “dead” word of varying sizes.

“This place is so evil, I'll just be at the door. ”

As he walked out of ward three and looked to the left aisle, he suddenly looked up and found that the figures that were supposed to be at the end of the left corridor had appeared very close to them.

“What's going on? ”

Du Chao took a step backwards. He dared not stay here alone and quickly caught up with the other tourists.

After he left, a figure with a school card around his neck quietly held his head back.