My House of Horrors

The passenger arrived at exactly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, sitting behind him in a black wrap, wearing a sweatshirt hat, with his head down, and the shirt inside seemed darker.

Zhang forced himself not to look in the rearview mirror, but he just couldn't control it. His eyes disappeared unconsciously.

“How do you feel like a different person when you get in the car again? ”

Old Zhang whispered and turned on the one-click alarm page on his phone.

“Still going to Acacia Lane? ”

“Mmm.”

“Do you live there? There are still some elderly people left in the ancient alley of Jiujiang, which is quite rare at your age. ”

“My house is not there.” The tone of the passengers is strange, and every word is short and a little dull.

“Are you from Jiujiang? It's been a rough night lately. Don't run away.” Zhang really doesn't want to go to that ghost alley anymore. He's worried about meeting another passenger when he gets there: “Where's your house? How about I take you straight home? ”

“My house?” The passenger looked down at the black package on his knee and did not speak.

Zhang saw that the passenger did not speak, nor was he ashamed to continue the questioning, turn the car around and prepare to drive to the city.

After the taxi started, the atmosphere in the car became even more depressing.

In the same car as the passengers in the back row, Zhang had a feeling that he couldn't breathe, and he opened the closed window again.

The night breeze blew into the car, Zhang felt a little more comfortable, and he looked up at the visitors in the rearview mirror.

No matter how turbulent the vehicle is, the passenger's upper body remains in the same position.

The man seemed to be rushing out to pick something up, his shirt couldn't be changed in time, wrinkled, and the top button wasn't fastened to reveal a hint of strangulation.

“Has he been subjected to violence before boarding? That's not true! How does it look like it was left hanging? ”

The driver was even more nervous and half of his attention was focused on the passenger, who feared what would happen behind him if he did not notice.

Pupil beating, old Zhang heart beating quickly, he worried that he would be caught peeking and afraid of the passengers behind him doing something crazy.

Speed up, in the wilderness, the best thing he can think of is to drive faster and wait for a crowded place to be okay.

The windows were all open and the whistling wind blew into the car. Zhang kept an eye on the back.

The passenger in the back row remained motionless, except that the black cloth wrap he had placed on his knees was blown open and a small piece of cloth slipped down, revealing the true face of the wrap.

Blood poured into the brain, and Zhang's heart beat more intensely.

Ash box!

That man came to the crematorium all night to pick something up, it was an ash box!

Your arms feel uncomfortable trembling, your little fingers shrink inward like a spasm, and a chilly sensation slowly climbs up your spine.

The blackcloth slipped off and the passengers didn't seem to notice.

The taxi ran fast and the other side of the blackcloth was blown down by the night breeze.

Now it's clearer to see that Blackbrie is wrapped in a black urn with a photo in the middle of the box.

The driver slowed down slightly and focused on the mirror, his eyes staring at the photo on the ash box in the mirror.

I can't really see it clearly, but the chin and mouth are a little bit like this passenger sitting in the car.

“He went to the crematorium in the middle of the night and took out his ash box? ”

Zhang dared not continue thinking, his body was trembling, one hand controlling the steering wheel, the other hand grasping beside him, trying to sneak up on the police.

But just when he touched the phone, he used to look into the mirror, and one of the mirrors had a pair of eyes full of blood filling him!

The passenger who kept his head down sometime raised his head, his face exactly like the one on the photo of the urn, just adding an unusual grey white.

Goosebumps appeared on his neck. Zhang felt cold all over his body. Luckily, after years of driving experience, he was forced to control himself, so there was no accident.

Taxis continue to drive forward and reach the city in a few minutes, but the situation is getting worse and worse.

The passenger in the back seat stared into the mirror, and every time he looked up, he could see a pair of eyes staring at himself behind him.

The night wind had completely blown the black cloth off, and the passengers sat in the back holding their ash boxes motionless.

“What the hell does he want! ”

He couldn't see a car on the way. Zhang Zhang's heart burned so fast that he slowly created the illusion that he seemed to be running in the opposite direction. This is not a road to the city at all, but towards a more desolate place.

“What to do?! ”

He whispered to the police and sent out a distress code in the communication group, but the water could not quench his thirst, which did not give him any sense of security.

Each time he looked up, Zhang felt the eyes behind him a little closer to himself.

He grabbed the steering wheel tightly and the temperature in the car seemed to be decreasing and his back was numb, clearly leaning against the back of the chair, but not feeling a little soft.

“Buzz, buzz...”

The phone that was thrown next to him started to vibrate, and someone called, but Zhang didn't dare to answer it.

Hello.

The passenger behind him made a sudden noise. Zhang was shocked and shivered. He slowed for a second or two before asking: “What, what? ”

“Someone called you. ”

By the passenger, Zhang said, this is the next look, the page of the one-click alarm has disappeared, instead of an unanswered call.

The call was hung up shortly after it was dialed, and it seemed that the person on the other side of the phone was aware that the situation was wrong.

“Leave it alone, don't answer the phone while driving.” Zhang smiled dry.

After that, he swept again at the phone screen next to him, and a text message just came in.

“Stop the car! Run along the street! It's not a man in the back of your car! ”

The text message stayed on the screen for a few seconds, and Zhang saw it, as did the passengers sitting behind him.

“These people are bullshit. ”

When the driver picked up his phone and placed it next to the steering wheel and was about to say a few more words, he looked up at the mirror and suddenly found the passenger's face on the protective rail behind him!

The dead grey face was blocked by a protective fence and the passenger's face had an old, incomprehensible smile.

“You don't have to deny it, you actually think about it.” The sweatshirt hat slipped off and the passenger's neck twisted slightly, with another face behind his head.

“Technically, he's human, but I'm not. ”

The lips wriggled, and the last sentence came from the face behind the passenger's head.

Zhang had forgotten how to react. His head was blank, as if he had stepped on both the brake and the throttle.

The taxi stopped a few dozen metres away, and he screamed to climb out of the car and rushed forward.

The door opened and the passenger walked out. He turned his back to Zhang, and the deformed face on the back of his brain pulled an ugly smile.

“You can't escape. This body has been targeted by a madman. I need a new partner now. ”

The passenger turned his back to Zhang, and his body seemed to have been pulled by an invisible force and chased backwards.