My House of Horrors

“Tail?” Tiger's teeth were at the front of the team, and she shouted at that half-opened iron door, but no one responded.

”Go check it out. “

The lights were dusk and the tiger's teeth moved forward alone. She climbed against the wall and slowly approached the iron door.

The door was full of spotted rust, and there was liquid flowing outward, similar to blood.

”What is this room for? “

Tiger's teeth moved and she took another step forward. She leaned forward and didn't touch the door, adjusting her perspective to see what was inside the door.

But before she could see it clearly, a drop of liquid fell on her hand on the ceiling.

It's sticky, some like blood, but it's like it's mixed up with something else, with a strange smell that you can't tell.

”Leakage?“ She leaned back slowly, the light around her suddenly dimmed a little, and the iron gate trembled slightly.

”Careful!“ Yang Chen shouted and the wall lights in the back lane started to go out again!

One after the other, fast, like a hungry beast!

Without a chance to prepare, the darkness instantly swallowed up several people.

”Get down! Stay where you are!“ Yang Chen was anxious, but there was no good way: ”The last time the light went out, three people disappeared, this time without knowing who would disappear. “

The passage is completely in the dark, very quiet, and you can hear the breathing and heartbeat of your companions.

Everybody's on the ground, nobody's moving.

In the darkness, a shady wind blows, blurred to see someone shake at the end of the tunnel and disappear, and the monster seems to have mixed in with them.

The time became long, the knocking heartbeat sounded in the ear, accompanied by weird background music, and the fear was amplified indefinitely.

“Creaking...”

A thrill came from the location of the tiger's teeth, and the door in front of her was pushed open.

“Who opened the door at this time? ”

The iron door pushed out, the smell of formalin in the air, and there was another sound in the tunnel.

Tick, tick...

The liquid dropped from the height and dripped onto the floor, and the sound was getting closer and closer to the tiger's teeth and eventually stopped in front of them.

It's dark, you can't see anything, it's just a constant ticking sound.

”That thing was standing right next to me.“ The palms of the tiger's teeth were soaked with sweat, an invisible sense of oppression, she mustered courage, lifted her hands and reached forward, but her fingers didn't touch anything.

”It should be in this position, and the sound is coming from here. “

Tiger's teeth were very certain that her hands would continue to reach forward.

Tick...

Another drop of fluid fell, this time on her arm.

”Can't touch it, it's still moving and dripping, is it... over my head?“ The eyes have slowly adapted to the darkness, and the tiger's teeth look up and lie in a blurry shadow on the ceiling above his head.

It seems to have just climbed out of the sink and left water on its body. The limbs are attached to the wall like geckos. The skull protrudes downward and the dug face rests on the top of the tiger's head. It seems to be ready to bite the tiger's face off and take it away!

”What is this?“ With her breathing nitrogen and her legs in a semi-squat position, her body is a little numb, but her mind is still clear, and this woman should have the biggest guts of all.

”That thing's over my head!“ Tiger's teeth screamed and she grabbed the phone in her pocket, pointed it over her head and threw it out.

”Bang!“ The phone hit the wall, a light lit up behind the tiger's teeth, and Nan turned on her own flashlight.

When the light was shining, the monster on the ceiling had run away, and he had only seen a bunch of human shadows crawling fast on the ceiling.

……

The sound of the wheels rolling behind them is getting closer and closer. Van Dade and Van Chung can no longer run. They have long lost their way and are not looking for clearance now, just to get rid of the thing behind them, take a breath and rest.

”Come in! Quick!" They went into a white-painted tunnel and saw a half-opened iron door with four Chinese characters on it - morgue number two.

Neither did you see it. Van Dade dragged Van Chung straight in, and Van Dade shut the door.

”Brother, slow down. “

Fan Chung escaped from Van Dade. He gasped and sat directly on the ground against the wall. He had not had such intense activity in recent years.

The door was closed and after a few seconds, the wheel scrolled through the door and slowly left.

“Saved.” Van Bieder seemed to have just come out of the water, soaked in sweat, his legs softened and he sat on the ground uncontroversial: “I'm so tired, I'm going to rest. ”

When he saw his brother's mouth was hard and Fan Chung didn't reveal it, he gasped and sat beside his brother: “Why do you have to? If we have to go to the haunted house to find sin, we are all cowards. You don't know how Mom and Dad go. Why do you have to come to find sin? ”

“I'm bored with your attitude. No one is born a coward. Besides, I brought you to the haunted house to play. It's nothing to do with our parents. I just want you to come out for a walk. Don't play games at home. Look at how depressed you are. ”

“Brother, I'm not playing games.” Fan Chung thought about it and finally told the truth: “The game is said to have been made by a murderer and contains evidence of his child abuse, but it has not yet been interpreted. ”

“Where do you find excuses? I'm your brother. Can I not understand you?” Van Dade waved: “Isn't that a heartbreak? If your girlfriend is gone, look for her. What's wrong with your big husband? ”

“Who did you learn all this from?” Fan Chung was too lazy to explain to his brother: “I'm not going to talk to you anymore, we're not going to clear the door. Just stay in this room for another 30 minutes and wait for the boss to save us. ”

“Isn't that bad? ”

“What's wrong with that? I won't go out again if you kill me anyway. ”

Fan Chung didn't finish the sentence, and suddenly there was a crisp noise in the parking cabinet next to the morgue.

He trembled in fat and shook, “What's that noise? ”

“I don't know, but it seems to be coming from the closet.” Van Dade climbed up from the ground, and the two brothers leaned against the door and panicked.

“I don't think we should go over there and look, all the organs, as long as they don't trigger, it's like there's no organs.” The sweat on Fan Chung's face hasn't dried yet, and the new cold sweat is coming out again.

“Makes sense.” Neither of the brothers meant to come near the morgue, but what was in the morgue didn't seem ready to let them go.

The lights in the house were indeterminate, and suddenly there was another thud of nails scratching metal door panels in one of the cadavers, seemingly searching for gaps and preparing to come out.