My House of Horrors

Han Qiuming only had time to make a scream, and his mouth was covered with something.

Infinite fear drowned him, unable to see anything clearly, cold sensations coming from all over the body, and the body being dragged in some direction.

As the closing sounded, the corridor returned to its original condition.

The third ward was large and each corridor was very far apart, but some movement was heard at night.

She hesitated to walk out of the dean's office, and the big girl was cautious at the moment, every step of the way for a long time.

Turn around the corner, there's nothing on the other side of the corridor.

“Where's the guy? Wasn't hit by some kind of trap machine.” At night, she walked carefully towards the end of the dark, painted corridor and suddenly heard footsteps as she walked halfway.

“Han Qiuming's footsteps were weak, and this person's footsteps appeared to be slightly more stable, like the kind of approved direction that would not shake.” Hide carefully in the next room at night and peek at the door.

Soon after, a terrible monster appeared.

He was wearing a bloodstained red doctor's coat, his face seemed stitched, he had a killer body and an exaggerated hammer in his hand.

Blood stains piled up in the blood trough, the tip rubbing against the wallskin, the hammer is not a prop, it is the real murder weapon.

“Actors in ward three? ”

Twenty minutes have passed. That's when the actor showed up?

After entering the haunted house carefully at night, the first time I panicked was when I saw someone on Han Qiuming's back, and the second time was now, the monster kept approaching. At night, I had to grasp the door panel with white fingers carefully.

It was an experience she had never had in another haunted house, and she couldn't figure out why.

“Why should I be afraid? ”

Watching the monster wield the hammer with skill, he cautioned his instincts at night to stay away: “The other ghost house actors are performing in shows, but looking at this doctor, he seems to have really done something cruel with the hammer. ”

It wasn't until the blood doctor left that she snuck it out at night. She took out her own notepad and wrote a few random words on it, then snuck behind the doctor.

……

Deepest of ward 3, Guo Min and Song An stopped outside the doors of wards 9 and 10.

“All the numbers and other corridors on this corridor are different, with eight, nine and ten being the most special, because only the doors of these three wards are of iron. ”

Guo Xiao told others about his findings: “Let's focus on the three wards. Don't let anyone out of sight of each other. If you find something, call someone else immediately and don't touch it without permission. ”

Several people entered Ward 8 first, the windows were equipped with burglar screens, straps were scattered on both sides of the wire bed, the whole room felt strange, but at first glance, no strange reason could be found.

“In this building...” Guo Xiao stared at the wire bed for a long time and said uncertainly: "It seems that everything is asymmetrical. ”

By his reminder, other tourists could see it.

The wardrobe was shattered on one side but intact on the other; the left side of the bed was normal and the right side was folded twisted; even the ground and walls were tidy on the other side, but the other side was covered with dirty things.

“What does this ward want to say? The key clues to a breakdown are asymmetrical? ”

The patient in ward eight is Kung Qing, a madman with lateral spatial syndrome, symmetrical harmony in the eyes of a normal person, which in his view distorts ugliness, so the world in his eyes is a morbidity that needs to be corrected.

Several tourists have been searching for nothing useful for half a day, and there are no secret passages or anything like that in Room 8.

They left room eight and entered ward nine.

Push open the iron door, Ward 9 is the cleanest room in Ward 3, no clutter and garbage, and nothing strange is drawn on the walls.

But in an environment like the third ward, the more abnormal this ward feels.

Several of the tourists flipped the case backwards and did not find anything useful.

“What exactly does Boss Chen want to say? It's too hard to design, isn't it? ”

The patient who once lived in Ward 9 was Wu Fei, and even Master Mennan considered this person very dangerous.

Pushing through the last iron door, several tourists stood outside the door smelling a stink.

A perspirant stands upside down with a tight scalp, which is a spontaneous reaction of the body when it may be in danger.

Ward 10, Chen Gong was on a trial assignment, because the iron door was locked, he had never entered this room in reality.

“Let's just go.” Surabaya stood outside with his nose covered.

“The smell in the house is so big, you and Doo shouldn't come in. ”

Guo Min and Song An entered Ward 10, and the arrangement of this ward can only be described as heartbreaking.

Without windows, this is a completely enclosed space, and there are no beds, cabinets or anything like that in the ward, just a couple of beds with stinking quilts.

It seems normal to just look at these, but when you sweep your eyes towards the wall, Guo Yi and Song An both feel a little frightened.

The walls, the ground, except the roof was almost full of blood, big and small, and at first glance the words seemed to come alive and kept beating in front of me.

Even more frightening is the fact that the wall is facing the door, with a man's face, a thin layer, not laughing.

“Boss, that face doesn't look like a prop. Artificial glue doesn't have that kind of flesh. ”

“I know.”

Guo Xiao took a few steps toward the face. He raised his hand and wanted to touch the face to make sure. But his hand hung a few centimeters from his face, and he couldn't hold it down in any case: “Or forget it, I don't think the clue had anything to do with this face, it might be hidden in blood. ”

Looking at the blood words around his face, Guo Xiao was surprised to find that the blood words in Ward 10 differed from those in the corridor, and that the sentences had the most basic logic and seemed to tell a story.

Lighted up on his cell phone, he read it word for word.

“My wife called me an executioner, my parents were reluctant to talk to me, the neighbors pointed a little at me, and everyone was away from me. ”

“I shouldn't have lived, but I couldn't find a reason to die. ”

“I am the murderer of the child, yes, I have never denied it. ”

“I shouldn't have left them alone at home, I shouldn't have forgotten to turn off the fire and rushed off to work. ”

“Three lives, my child. ”

“What do I have to do to atone? ”

“I want to cut my heart out to show you. ”

“Please stop. I'm really sorry. It's all my fault. ”

“I shouldn't be arguing with you, I should be silent. ”

“If my wife and I hadn't had a fight that night, maybe she wouldn't have driven to her parents late at night, let alone been hurt by them. ”

“I'm sorry, it's all my fault. ”

“I want to atone, but how can I atone now? ”

“I felt like I was spilling an iron needle, and the needle stood on my heart, and every breath was painful. ”

“What should I do? At least try to live. ”

“I moved to a completely strange place, but nothing changed. ”

“It's guilt torturing me, I'm the murderer, an unforgivable murderer. ”