My House of Horrors

“Go ahead. I hear this haunted house uses a fear rating system. It's rare to enter the highest difficulty scenario, and I want to turn around again.” I stood guard at night in the dean's office and didn't come out.

The noise in the recorder is getting louder and louder, and there is more noise hidden in the current.

It's like someone's breathing, and it's like crying.

Han Qiuming looked at the time, he had more than two minutes left, and he didn't ask: "Okay, then be safe. ”

After that, he ran out on his own with the tape recorder.

Looking at Han Qiuming's hasty running back, the calm he had been keeping at night was broken, and his beautiful eyes slowly opened.

“Why does he look like a man on his back? ”

She was a resolute atheist, and that's why she went into all the haunted houses to make her assessment, and she firmly believed that it was all a lie.

But just now, she saw something she couldn't explain at all with her past experience.

“Who's that guy on his back? That must be a person, right? ”

……

Han Qiuming ran off with the tape recorder: “Two minutes left! ”

His body was getting colder and colder. Han Qiuming didn't know where the problem was. The chill came from behind him, penetrated his body and drilled towards his heart.

“Ouch...”

There was a voice in her ear, and if not, it was like a woman laying on her shoulder.

“Who!” Han Qiuming turned his head sharply and looked behind him. There was nothing swinging over his shoulders.

“Am I hearing this wrong? ”

He's speeding up, and now there's only one thought in his mind, so get out of here.

“I've got something, I win when I go out, and I can earn back the face I lost at Tato Hospital! ”

Han Qiuming ignored, accelerated the speed, and ran wild.

“It hurts...”

The sound came closer, coming from the shoulder to the ear, and seemed to go into the ear hole.

“It hurts! ”

“Ah!” He waved his hands at the air. "Get out! Something!”

No one around responded to him, only his own echoes and sand currents in the pitch-black corridor.

“Is this the tape recorder?” Apart from myself, only the recorder can make a sound, Han Qiuming lifted it in front of him, the tape was spinning, and the indicator light changed from green to red sometime.

“Is that it? ”

Han Qiuming couldn't even think of what this principle was. Time was decreasing. He bit his teeth and ran forward with the recorder.

“There's definitely something wrong with the recorder, but it's the key to successful clearance in itself! I found it so easily, how could I throw it away? Isn't that a waste of all the hard work you've done? ”

Han Qiuming scolded Chen Song in his heart: “Shameless! That's despicable! ”

Now just run out with the tape recorder, even if it's cleared, but this is also the most tangling place to throw away the tape recorder, not throw it away and face the horror of the tape recorder.

There is no way, this is an almost insoluble scene level for ordinary people!

“Spell it!” Han Qiuming bit his teeth, and in order to clear Chan Gong's haunted house, he was truly desperate.

Running along, my shoulders grew heavier and heavier, I felt like I was pressing something on my back, and the cold feeling penetrated my bone marrow.

“It hurts...”

Behind the voices grew clearer and clearer, changing from blurred male to female.

Sounds mature, with a hint of helplessness and despair.

“Wait a minute! ”

When the voice sounded, Han Qiuming's hair stood up: “Where did I hear that sound? ”

He was almost stunned to hear himself in a haunted house with no intersection, in the midst of such a crisis, a voice he was so familiar with.

“Where did you hear that? ”

Cold sweat slides down his forehead, and he knows very few female friends, even less so at this age.

“No, I must have heard something. ”

Deep in his head, Han Qiuming suddenly remembered a night half a year ago.

He was modifying the design plan of Tian Fu Hospital. In order to increase the attractiveness of the haunted house, despite the objections of others, he resolutely and resolutely added Xu Zhenfather and daughter's strange death to the haunted house production as a stunt.

In order to design a dark line and make Xu Zhenzhen's ghost look more real, he searched for a lot of information about Xu Zhenzhen.

The woman had worked at her father's hospital and was subsequently dismissed for a doctor-patient dispute, when the patient was very violent and even videotaped.

The patient's family went to the hospital to make trouble, blamed Zhen Zhen, and Zhu Zhen in a white coat was surrounded by other doctors and nurses.

She whispered, but no one listened carefully to her, and then the scene went out of control, and she was pushed to the ground, and her fingers were stepped on by someone.

“It hurts...”

“Yes, that's the voice! ”

Han Qiuming's scalp is about to blow up. He heard a dead man's voice in the haunted house!

Even if Han Qiuming had 10 more balls to throw the tape recorder on the ground, he would never go near the tape recorder again.

“Why did Xu Zhenzhen's voice run into the recorder? Made by Chen? Impossible! He didn't even know we were coming to ward three at first, because of my proposal to temporarily replace the scene.” Han Qiuming really wants to smack himself with a big mouth: “I'm such a bitch! ”

“The tape recorder was originally from Tian Fu Hospital. Did my fictional Xu Zhenzhen become a real ghost?” His surface temperature is dropping, his skin is cold and his shoulders are getting heavier: “Run out first, it's too evil, this place is too evil. ”

Han Qiuming ran forward, but without a few steps, he was tired and began to gasp. The mattress was very soft to step on. He couldn't help himself, and his body still felt heavier and heavier.

“What's going on? Like carrying something?” Han Qiuming glanced behind him and he threw the tape recorder at the corner of the wall because it landed on the mattress so there was no damage and he continued to work.

The tape spins in the tape recorder like a weird smiley face, like a whirlpool that stares down deep.

“I have to get out. ”

The recorder was a long way from home, but the sound of the sand currents was still ringing in his ears.

“It hurts, it hurts...”

The woman's voice was constantly torturing Han Qiuming's brain, and his face gradually shrugged: “Shut up! I told you to shut up! ”

He punched the air, circled in place, trying to find where the sound was coming from, and he always felt a woman's face on his back talking.

“Get out!”

He took out his phone and turned on the strong light, pointing the camera behind him. As he turned the lens, a familiar face appeared in the newspaper and hospital files countless times.

“Xu, Xu Zhenzhen! ”

The phone fell, Han Qiuming played his life towards the end of the corridor, his body was getting colder and colder, the voice was shadowy.

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! ”

Turning around the corner, Han Qiuming went back to the place where the dolls lay down. He didn't even notice that the dolls had changed and went wildly forward.

But I don't know what's going on. He clearly looked carefully at the road, but his calf was still tripped by something. The whole man fell in the middle of a bunch of figures, and the height myopia mirror on his face flew out!

“My glasses! ”

Han Qiuming lay on the ground, blurred around, hands, feet and head everywhere.

He crawled in the direction of his glasses, but the glasses moved between the figures, getting further away from him.

Worse yet, in obscurity and darkness, countless heads and bodies approached him.

“What is it?! Stay back! Help! Help! ”