My House of Horrors

“What's wrong with you?” Su Fall looked pale and had a cold sweat on his forehead. Du was so close that he became nervous.

“I'll tell you the truth, don't be afraid.” Little Ducha came to Su Fall: “I suspect this haunted house is really haunted. ”

“Don't try to scare me.” Sulu is a haunted house enthusiast and has visited many haunted houses, but he has never seen a haunted house like Chen's. Once inside, it is like a maze, completely open and free to explore.

“Teacher Han's previous assumptions were all wrong, there was no staff in that large group of figures! They're not moving at all, they're moving themselves!” Xiao Du held his hands tight and his fingers crisp: “Teacher Han can't count on it, I want to report this to the boss and Brother Song. ”

“They've gone far, you slow down! ”

Xiao Du was anxious and ran forward. Su Lu stood in the middle. I wondered if I should chase him over, or should I wait with Mr. Han carefully at night.

“Haunted house? The doll moves by itself?” Take out the notepad carefully at night and put these two on the book: “Even the other haunted housekeepers will be deceived. This haunted house is quite unusual. ”

She gave a high rating: “It's been a long time since something so interesting happened and we need to make a difference today. ”

“Look at the way the boy talks, he doesn't seem to be lying.” Su Fall, out of kindness, reminded him to be careful at night: “Let's go too. We feel safe getting together. ”

“I've always felt that haunted houses and magic are the same thing, they're all using illusions to make visitors marvel, and the more true they are, the more successful they are.” Taking off her coat carefully at night, tied to her waist, she stretched out a lazy waist, and that exciting curve upset the only audience present: “From this point of view, the West Suburban Terror House was undoubtedly a success. ”

“Then you stay here, I'll go first. ”

Several visitors were unaware of the dispersion and no one noticed the red words on the walls, which were deepening in colour, as if they were bleeding.

……

“Boss, don't persuade me, Han Qiuming is really capable, but that doesn't mean we have to be angry with him!” Song An Xin is dissatisfied with Guo Luiming: “He proposed the design plan. Yes, but the content was made by everyone together. The specific scene layout is all our business. What does it have to do with him? ”

“All right, all right, I know what you're saying. Hold on to the calm. After all, he's the designer the boss hired.” Guo Yan is old, and a lot of things have been opened up: “The ghost house industry is getting worse and worse, everyone is eating mixed meals, there is no need to be so rigid. ”

“But look at his cheeky little man's face, ready to confess to the boss? Seriously, if the boss pulls you out and makes him chief, I resign immediately.” Song An has a straight personality and doesn't have that many flowers and intestines.

“Don't worry, the boss won't approve.” Guo Xiao sighed. He had no bottom of his heart. After being forced to move out of the New Sea, they started walking downhill: “Find the tape recorder first, and then there are the fans of Tian Fu Hospital outside the haunted house. Don't let them down. ”

“Okay.”

The two men walked ahead and turned around the second corner and found that the next scene was still a corridor.

“What does this haunted house mean? Just let us walk indefinitely? ”

The light gets darker, the corridor walls get darker, the speckles barb, and it looks like it's stuck to blood.

Step on a high, low, uneven mattress, smell the odor of a mixture of potion and other things, and it feels like you're in the esophagus of a monster.

“Boss Chen's design must have his intentions, probably to create a more authentic feeling.” Guo Qiu snapped off a small piece of wallhide, his fingers pushed hard and crushed it easily: “On the way here, I found that some of the numbers outside the room had not been painted, all the rooms on the first corridor were numbered starting with 4, the second corridor started with 3 and this corridor started with 2. ”

“The numbers are decreasing? ”

“I suspect that the reality of the whole scene is a four-story building, completely restored by Boss Chen, and each corridor represents the first floor of the building.” Guo Xiao looked at the broken and barbed wall: “Even the number was kept, and it was deliberately old, without leaving any of the tiniest details behind, which is no longer a simple obsessive disorder. ”

“Yeah, I feel the same way. We make haunted houses to scare tourists. Everything that this Chen boss does feels like carving a scene as a faith, all kinds of details, and all the blood on the walls, it's almost morbid.” Song An's anger gradually extinguished, and fear began to germinate in his heart: “Walking along, we saw countless words of blood, we just looked at the scalp and felt numb, it was hard to imagine how he could write those sentences. ”

“Those words are old and new, some just recently written, others like they were written a few years ago.” Guo Xin also began to have hair in his heart, and a picture appeared in his head - in the middle of the night, the haunted house owner alone held a bucket filled with red pigment, his face was blurred, the whole person was in a hysterical state, and he began to write a “cruel” word on the wall.

“Before entering the haunted house, I heard Boss Chen say that this haunted house has been in operation for five or six years. Is it possible that they have been creating this scene since his parents were there? ”

“Five years to create a scene like this, what do they chart?” Exactly because it is also a haunted house business, Guo Xiao is well aware of the time and energy it takes to create such a scene: “At the door of the third ward, several of us lifted the bedboard and looked at it. Boss Chen even handled the special effects in places that tourists would not notice, such behavior is unusual. ”

“Wait a minute, I'm always a little familiar with the third ward name.” Song An took out his phone and searched the internet. The result made him look bad: “Boss, Jiujiang really has a third ward this place! Psychiatric offenses involving * killing, imprisonment, and just a few days ago, the police issued a wanted list of patients who had lived there! ”

“Is everything Mr. Chen said true?” Guo Jun's pupils beat: “Such an important thing, outside, he actually carried a light and floating sentence? ”

“The third ward was abandoned five years ago, and his haunted house opened five or six years ago!” Song An compares the time and finds it to coincide.

“Shit!” It seemed like something suddenly occurred to me, "Guo Qiu asked.“ Check carefully to see if there was anything related to Mr. Chen in the police wanted list, similar height, weight, dressing style, etc. ”

“Boss, do you suspect that Boss Chen is a former patient of the third ward? ”

“Is it possible for a normal person to spend five or six years restoring such a hospital? Every detail is so true, I'm afraid only those who have lived in it for a long time can do it!” The more Guo Wang thought about it, the more he felt horrible: “This Chen boss cleared Tian Fu Hospital, the heart rate was less than 100, how could such a person be a normal person?! ”

“Why don't we stop visiting and go straight out? ”

“Now go, and you'll probably be followed. ”

“Why?”

“The scene in the third ward was not open to the public, and Boss Chen said it wasn't perfect. Now think of it as an excuse.” Guo Qiuming's heart has been killed: “There is probably a big secret hidden here. ”

Song An discovered that Guo Yingshen was very thick and asked softly: “What secret? ”

“Before I came, I asked the administrator of the New World Park, who accidentally mentioned that Boss Chen's parents had strangely disappeared six months ago, leaving no clue.” Guo Xiao looked at the pathologically insane blood on the corridor and felt a chill in his heart.

“Missing?” Song An's expression slowly solidified, and he suddenly seemed to think of something, his eyes wide open.