My House of Horrors

The park opened at 9 o'clock, leaving little time for Chen Gong, and he decided to explore the road now.

“Team Li, don't be careless. This man is dangerous. He is definitely not as harmless as he has shown himself. Don't treat him like a normal psychopath.” Chen Guo did not know when Jaming was going to wake up and ordered Li Zheng to leave the ward after a few words.

Taxi to the first place in Jaming, just before dawn, few people on the street and occasionally several cars can be seen passing by.

Chen Gong stayed up all night, first went to the rehab school to chase the water ghost, then went to the reservoir to collect the body, then went back to the hospital to cooperate with the police investigation of Jaming, the whole night was fully utilized by him, no rest for a minute.

Sick and troubled, Chen Gong took a nap in the taxi and woke up by the driver when he got to the place.

I only slept for a few minutes and it didn't work at all. Chen Gong felt like he had water in his head.

Rubbing his face, he walked into the alley, and a shady, cold breath swept in. It could be a problem with the layout of the building, and the light outside was hard to shine in the alley.

“No wonder Jaming didn't dare to stop after escaping from the small building until he ran down the road to relax. ”

This is the old town, surrounded by buildings that are not tall, mostly small buildings on two or three floors, which look very dilapidated, and some walls with red “demolition” on them.

“What Jaming said in the hospital should have happened a few years ago, hoping the old lady hadn't moved and the house was still there. ”

He searched the alley for half a day to find the old man's house based on the address provided by Li Zheng.

Neighbors on both sides of the left and right have moved away, and there is a big hole in one of the windows that should have been uninhabited for a long time.

“This place is hard to find.” Chen Gong entered the corridor and saw several pots of flowers at the corner of the wall, which may have been the reason for not being exposed to the sun for a long time. Most of the flowers were faded and the branches were yellow.

“Anybody?” Chen Gong knocked on the first floor door and shouted softly.

No one answered, he was the only one in the hallway echoing.

I turned around and looked upstairs, and Chan always thought it was weird in this little building.

He tried to pull the door, and the burglar door on the ground floor was opened directly.

“Not locked?” Chen Gong was curious and opened the door completely.

A strong smell of mold came out of the room, and there were some old things in the house, and the sofa was still the kind of cloth bag that had been around for more than two decades, and the wall clock and the low dining table all looked old.

“There is no dust on the doorknob, the clock runs normally in the house, there should be someone in the house.” Without permission, Chen Gong would not go into anybody's house. He shouted out again, and the house still didn't respond, but there was a special sound coming from the roof, like a leatherball rolling on the ground that was running low.

“On the third floor?” Chen Gong walked upstairs, passing on the second floor, he found that the door on the second floor was open, but there was no smell in it, as if someone was cleaning it every day.

After a short stop at the door of the second floor, Chen Song continued to go up.

The windows around the corner of the corridor were covered with black cloth, there were no lights on the walls, and it was already lit outside, but the corridor was still dark.

“Anybody? ”

Weird sounds burst into his ears, and Chen Song walked step by step toward the place where the voices came from, as if he were the heroes of the horror movie.

Stepping on the steps, his body moved toward a darker place, and his railings felt the cold coming from his palms.

There was no light on the third floor of the old house. Chen Guo took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight.

He turned to where the sound came from, and when the light swept, something ran over.

Muscles tightened and Chen Gong swept across the third floor, where the door was removed and the house was filled with all kinds of debris, most notably a dusty piano.

The keys were much less, as if an old man whose teeth were about to fall out had opened his mouth.

“They should have had a great time in the past, with a three-story small building that could afford a piano.” Chen Song walked to the piano and pressed the key with his finger, imagining that the sound of Yuehui had not appeared.

Chen Gongwang turned toward the inside of the piano. A large pile of hair was stuck in the piano, and he wondered if it was an illusion. Chen Gongwang found that those hair seemed to be still flipping and contracting toward the inside of the piano.

Hands inside the piano, Chen Song calmly grabbed a handful of hair: “There is black and white, the edge of the cut is neat, like it was cut off, these were collected by the host's old lady? ”

The host's daughter-in-law was young when the accident occurred and her hair could not have been white.

“Why did the old lady put so much hair in the piano?” Chen Gong threw his hair back to the piano, but as soon as he retracted his arm, he caught sight of a gray face flashing through his hair heap, which seemed to have been lying in his hair watching Chen Gong.

“What is it?” The third floor is the room of the dead soul, some psychotic phenomena appear to be normal in Chen Song.

He didn't panic, put his phone aside, pointed the light inside the piano, and put his hands in the hair heap: “Are you still in there? ”

Nobody knows what's hidden under their hair, nobody knows what they're going to feel later, fingers and hair touching, it doesn't feel good.

After half a day of searching, Chen Quo still did not find each other. He retracted his hands and looked at the clock next to his eyes. The watch resembled that of the old lady's house on the first floor, except that the dial had only a second hand moving.

It spins around and around, but the time on the watch hasn't changed, and it's rated at 3: 44.

“Was it 3: 00 in the afternoon or 3: 00 in the morning, what happened at that time?” When Chen Song's attention was drawn to the clock, something ran out under the piano, and the sound of the ball rolling in the room, when Chen Song reacted, the sound had reached the second floor.

“Running away? No, he's supposed to be guiding me.” When Chen Gong returned to the second floor, he always felt something was staring at his back at him.

The sound disappeared on the second floor, and coincidentally the door on the second floor opened at a significantly different angle than just now.

“Hiding in the room?” Chen Gong pushed open the door on the second floor, this is the room in Jaming's story.

Unlike Jaming's description, however, all the windows in the room were sealed by planks, which, although clean, always gave a strange feeling to look at.

Entering the house, Chen Gong went straight to one of the heaviest shady bathrooms in the building.

Pushing the door open, he simply swept and parked in front of the mirror.

Staring at himself in the mirror, Chen Song watched for a long time.

If one looks at oneself in the mirror for a long time, the brain creates the illusion that people in the mirror are becoming less and less alike, and even an unspeakable sense of strangeness and horror.

After watching for five minutes, Chen Song didn't notice anything wrong with the mirror, and he guessed that the shadow had left after he had achieved his purpose, leaving no dark hands in the mirror.

However, as a precaution, Chen Gong used his pupils again as he was about to leave, and the moment his pupils narrowed, his eyes caught a pair of grey legs.

A child whose head was pulling to the ground was standing at the bathroom door looking at him.

Turning sharply, Chen Song turned around and found nothing behind him. He looked at the mirror again. Even if he used pubic eyes this time, there was no sign of the child in the mirror.

“Where have you been? ”

Chen Gong walked out of the bathroom and looked at the living room, his face changed slightly, and the living room door was closed.

The windows were blocked by planks, and now the doors are closed, and the house is not breathable.

“The bear boy did it?” He went to the living room door and twisted the door lock, and found that the door was unlocked and could not be opened without a key.

When Chen Gong tangled with the door lock, a slight noise came from one direction of the living room, followed by the sound of the current sand drilling into Chen Gong's ear.

He looked back, in the shadowy depressed room, and he didn't know who had turned on the TV.

Distorted blue-white images appear on the screen and flash a few more times from time to time.

“This scene appeared in Jaming's story.” Chen Sing sounds calm, but his heart beats slightly faster.

Without waiting for his voice to drop, the TV screen flashed even harder, and a blurry shadow could be seen in the blue and white images.

The shadow seemed to be slowly approaching Chen Song. At first, it was only the size of the fist. It gradually became as big as the head. As she kept approaching, Chen Song also looked more and more clearly.

It was a woman's figure, her body twisted into numbness, her clothes tightened into her skin, her chin smashed, her eyes staring out.

The TV screen flashes faster and faster. After each flash, the vague woman moves closer to him, and Chan's heart beats faster than she can control.

When the woman became bigger than the real person and the TV screen couldn't photograph her whole person, Chen Song no longer hesitated, his hands back-moulded, his mouth whispered two words.

“Xu Yin! ”

His finger reached behind his back, but he touched an empty spot and Chan Song's heart snapped.

He suddenly remembered that he had only received a call from Li Zheng in the morning and went to the hospital to cooperate with the police investigation.

The time was tight, the backpack was wet in the reservoir, plus it was almost dawn, and he went to the police himself, so there was no danger, so he didn't carry the backpack.

Stiff fingers hovered behind him, Chen Gong slowly raised his head and looked at the TV.

Cold sweat slipped down, his gaze lifted up little by little, and he finally saw the screen.

There was only a flashing, distorted blue-white image on the TV screen, and the woman's figure was gone.

The pressure suddenly disappeared and Chen Gong was relieved, but at this moment, a crisp appeared behind his neck, as if his hair had accidentally touched his skin.

His eyelids beat gently, and this scene was heard in Jaming's story.

He slowly turned his body and swept through the light. A pair of pale eyes were watching him behind him in the shadows.

The woman on the TV screen was standing right behind him when her body twisted into numbness and her chin broke, her eyes almost pounding out her eyes.

His face twitched slightly, Chen Song felt the air was frozen. He looked at the woman messy, seemed to have been dragged wildly by her hair, and slowly took a step back.

Feet tripped something, Chan Gong sat on the couch, and he looked at the closer and closer ghost, almost an instinctive opening: “If I say I'm here to help you, do you believe me? ”