My House of Horrors

“Help! ”

In the early morning hours of the night, the streets of the suburbs swept and none of the cars passed by.

Remembering that last message on his phone, the driver dared not go into the woods on either side and run off in the middle of the road.

The wind whistled in his ear, and Zhang ran out a dozen meters later and found no footsteps behind him. He turned his head and looked.

“You can't run away! ”

The face that grew on the back of the brain twisted and deformed, as if something was going to drill out, at this time the monster passengers were only half a metre away from Zhang.

“It wants to run into my head.” Uncle driver didn't know why he had such strange thoughts, he risked his life to run forward and never dared look back.

But some things, not without looking back, don't exist.

The back of the brain feels the pain of needle sticking, as if a sharp knife is slowly penetrating it.

“Help! ”

He cried out loudly and answered him in silence.

His neck got cold and stiff, and he didn't even have the strength to twist his head.

The slower he ran, the more oxygen was squeezed out of his lungs, and he couldn't run.

“You'll get used to it.” There was a gloomy laugh behind his head, and the driver was desperate to move forward. Unfortunately, the neighborhood was too desolate, with old woods on both sides. Vehicles from the past knew that the crematorium was ahead, so they rarely passed by at night.

The back of his brain seemed to have been cut open. The pain was intolerable. Uncle's eyes turned over and he felt like he was going to faint.

“It hurts!” This is the only thought left in his head, his mind becomes blurred, all he thinks about is, when he wakes up, will he also become a monster with a face behind his head?

The cold feeling penetrated the brain, the memory was stirred, and Zhang finally couldn't support it.

“Putong" shouted, Old Zhang lay on the ground, his hands held on to the ground, his back felt a little cold, like a snake climbed onto his back, biased he could not move to resist.

The back of his brain was getting painful. Zhang wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound anymore. He shook his head and tried to throw something off the back of his brain. Unfortunately, it didn't work at all.

“It hurts...”

He didn't make a sound, but there was still a noise in his ear.

“Am I talking? ”

Zhang's mind was already confused, and he tried to look in the direction of the voice.

The only source of light in the night is the lights, the branches of the trees sand on both sides, and there is something hidden in the distance.

“It hurts, it hurts! ”

The painful voice came into his ear, his old face grey, and he found that the voice was not made by himself.

“Another monster? ”

The driver was paralyzed on the floor and tried to keep his eyes open. All he wanted to do was drive a taxi and earn money to support his family. Never had he thought something so strange would happen.

“When I die, will my body be sent somewhere for research? ”

Strange thoughts began to appear in the brain, and the cold feeling on the back slowly subsided, but the pain in the back of the brain did not diminish.

When I heard that voice, the passengers also seemed to have a sense of crisis and began to speed up.

“Why does the monster seem scared, too? ”

In the last few seconds of closing his eyes, he saw a taxi coming from afar.

He wanted to make a voice reminding each other that it was very dangerous, but his mouth was no longer open.

The door was open, and the psychopath, who he had seen several times, ran out with a bag.

“How can I meet him anywhere? ”

The backpack tossed aside and the psychopath in the old mouth took an exaggerated hammer out of the bag and rushed towards him.

“Now I'm dead. ”

In the words of despair, Zhang immediately followed by an unforgettable scene.

The man who sprang up lifted the hammer in his hand a meter or two away from him, pointing it at the back of his head!

“Boom!”

The pain in the back of the brain instantly disappeared, an object similar to a human being was smashed down and rolled over the road for several laps.

The sound of a broken bone sounded in his ear, his gaze was covered by a faint red, Zhang turned his head hard, and after seeing the passenger smashed into a deformed body, he could no longer control the fear in his heart, his eyes turned over, and he fainted straight forward.

“Don't be afraid!” Chen Guo gasped, and he finally arrived in a hurry.

Zhang fainted and naturally could not hear him.

The taxi driver in the back also ran down and screamed when he saw Zhang, who had fainted.

“Zhang! Zhang, wake up! ”

The calm night was broken and the passengers who rolled over in the middle of the road saw Chen Song, without saying a word, tilted their bodies and ran into the woods next to them.

“Call the police now! Say the killer is a fugitive from ward three! ”

Chen Song chased directly into the woods.

In the dense forest, speed was greatly affected, passengers ran wild in front, and Chen Gong chased behind.

Both sides chased away for several minutes, and the passengers' strength gradually failed to keep up.

His body was skewed and his half shoulder was smashed and deformed, every step of the way out was as if it were about to break apart.

“You can't run away! ”

Chen Gong will never let this guy go tonight, whether it's because of a hidden mission or for other reasons, he has reason to make the Weird Talk Society history.

When he heard the noise behind him, the passenger bit his teeth tight, and just a few minutes ago he had just said that.

The situation has been reversed, and tonight's weird conversation is not only incomplete, it may even put itself in.

Thinking about things, the passenger, not paying attention, tripped his calf into something, had already been smashed into his body, completely lost his balance, and fell heavily on the ground.

“Keep running?” How could Chen Guo let go of such a good opportunity, he pulled himself close, the bloody hammer infinitely magnified in the eyes of the passengers.

There was no cause for panic in the mind, and passengers crawled on the ground, desperately hiding deeper into the woods.

It only took a few seconds for Chan Song to catch up.

The crushed skull hammer struck the passenger's thighs and, at a critical moment, the passenger's elbows were pushed away.

“Boom!”

The hammer hit the trunk, rubbed off a large piece of bark, and the whole tree was shaking violently.

The passengers looked whiter and miserable than the faces of the dead.

“Too much deception! ”

His face on the back of his brain began to creep, and a strip of blood came out of his skin and was re-woven.

After a moment, the face on the passenger's back of his head actually resembled Chen Song's eighty-nine points.

“You can manipulate the blood filaments. You did run out the door. ”

Without waiting for the monster to complete its transformation, Chan Song has rushed up, and he will never let go of the monster.

“I've been waiting for you! ”

As Chen Gong approached him, the passenger suddenly jumped up to greet him, reaching forward with his hands and wanting to grab his shoulder at all costs.

That face was somewhat similar to Chen Song's, showing a sick smile and sticking to Chen Song's face.

He started plotting from the moment he saw Chan Song, but ignored a very important point.

In the middle of that face and Chan Song, there was a more hysterical sound.

“It hurts, it hurts! ”