My House of Horrors

“Number four, before you speak, I need to remind you. ”

The first man sitting on the right side of the dining table turned around and looked at Chen Song: “All the stories you tell here must be true, and we have our own methods to prove it, and if you are making it up, you will be punished accordingly. ”

“I know the rules. ”

“Let's get started. ”

Chen Gong thought about it for a while and was ready to tell his first story.

“This is the real thing that happened to my friend. ”

“My friend Wang, who loved his wife very much, disappeared a few months ago. ”

“He called the police, searched the streets for his wife, and posted the search in his hands in every corner of the city. ”

“Everyone felt sorry for him and, having assisted his police in their investigation, found that he loved his wife very much, almost to the point of drowning, and therefore understood his approach. ”

“But compassion is compassion. There are no fairy tales in the world. ”

“After six months of searching, his wife remains silent, and the police have long given up treating him like a missing person, only he is still searching, which seems to be the only motive for his survival. ”

“He went out early in the day, took his search and went out until late at night. ”

“He kept repeating it for a long time, until one day, when his kung fu was unbearable, he suddenly received a message from his wife. ”

“Help me...”

“It came from his wife's phone, only three words, but it made him feel terrified! ”

“He buried in his heart a secret he had never told outsiders. In fact, his wife's disappearance was caused by his own hands, and he killed his wife and hid it. ”

“He goes out every day to search and exhaust himself, only to paralyze himself and relieve his wife of the guilt in his heart. ”

“But he didn't expect his dead wife to actually return the message. ”

“He panicked and removed his wife from the partition compartment of the old house and drove to bury her in a remote suburb. ”

“I thought this would be over. Who knew anything more terrible had happened? ”

“Whenever he wakes up from his sleep, his wife's clothes appear beside his bed, as if his wife had been here at night! ”

“How could someone he buried himself come back? ”

“When he woke up, he took the tools and went to the suburbs to take his wife further away. ”

“But no matter what he does, whenever he wakes up, his wife's things always come up somehow. ”

“His wife seemed to have survived until he fell asleep and ran to him. ”

“He was getting scared, and he was always getting messages from his wife on his phone, but he didn't remember anything about them, all sent after he fell asleep. ”

“The situation is getting worse, and sometimes he wakes up in the morning and even finds himself wearing the clothes that his wife was dying of. ”

“He was about to collapse and felt the problem was still with his wife, who he drove to the place where he was buried and moved his wife for the last time. ”

“In order to prevent his wife from coming back to him at night, he came up with a very crazy way of putting his wife into the walls of an old, abandoned house. ”

“Watching his wife merge with the wall, he relieved himself that his wife would never come to him again. ”

Chen Gong stopped talking here: “My story is over. ”

“Finished?” People on both sides of the table are listening: “What's behind it? What happened to your friend? ”

Chen Gong tells the story of Wang Qi, who wants to say that my “friend” finally met me and is now in the police station.

“You didn't finish the story, did you?” The first man on the left was a little upset.

“That's all I know, and in the future, it's fabrication.” Chan Song changed his voice and sounded a little rusty.

Half the story was gone, and the first man on the left side of the table and the others exchanged their eyes, and they looked at the fifth man on the left together.

The man was covered in black robes, with no skin exposed, very mysterious.

Seeing other people's eyes, the fifth person on the left said softly: "I can't see him through a bit, but his story should be true. ”

“Nice story, but I don't like the feeling.” The first person on the left placed his left hand on the table, which seemed to be the way they voted.

Eight of the remaining nine put their left hands on the table, except for the man who loved the Chen Song mask.

“With one abstention and nine votes in favour, it appears that the staple food has been fixed for tonight.” The man on the left smiled in shadow, and several others looked at Chen Song with disgrace.

Chen Gong cried out to Zhang Ya from the bottom of his heart and still did not respond. He felt that if he did nothing else, something bad would happen.

“Don't worry, it's just my first story.” Chen Song was very calm and the human skin mask on his face twisted an ugly smile: “As I said, I have many more stories to tell. ”

The first three newcomers were relieved and nervous again when he said that.

“A lot of stories?” The man who likes his mask measures Chan Song: “The rule of the Weird Talk Society is that if you talk about three totally authentic and agreeable bizarres, you can make a request or opt out. If you can tell us two more real weird stories, maybe we'll have a new perspective on you. ”

He was also confirmed by others, only the first man on his right was slightly hesitant: "Number 10, do you seem to value this newcomer? ”

“I just thought he was funny. ”

The black robes on both sides of the table also seem to have their own numerical numbers, and they never call each other names, not even proxies.

“Completely true bizarre talk is not so easy to say, and ordinary people experience it once or twice, and I'm afraid it has collapsed.” The first man on the left retracted his left hand: “I hope he didn't make it up foolishly. ”

A few black robes talked, Chen Gong didn't interrupt, he was delaying the time.

“Tell your other story. ”

“My second story is still the real thing that happened to my friends. ”

Chen Gao first tells the story of Fan Yu, a little boy, who witnessed his parents fall into a well and live with his murderer's aunt and a ghost in a house.

And then there's the story of Pen Fairy and the depressed girl.

He found that Zhang Ya was still not awake. In order to delay the time, he always dreamed of himself washing his hair at night and told the story of the monster coming a little closer.

Finally, he tells the story of a girl who loved her so much that she was tortured from the perspective of Xuyin.

A few stories were completely true, and after they were all told, none of the members of the associations here spoke.

What kind of life experience is this?

Friends are either lunatics or perverts. Every few years, one of them dies tragically. The most important thing is that all of them are in trouble. This guy is still alive and telling this story. Is he the real mastermind behind this?