My House of Horrors

Always silent wives, middle-aged men, and drunk men all look at the boy's fingers.

There was a slight noise at the end of the pitch-black corridor, and the door handle of a room trembled slightly, as if something was locked in the house and he wanted to come out.

Quiet to the strange residential building, the door lock swayed itself, which lifted the hearts of several people.

“I just saw the man in charge heading upstairs, and the room couldn't be a passenger.” The more middle-aged men want to be scared: “I came to Lywan, how can I say that? Sometimes you see something here that's hard to explain with science. ”

“Like what? ”

“You don't want to know those examples. All we can do is avoid them. ”

“What if it can't be avoided?” The drunk man leaned back against the wall and stared closely into the corridor.

“There's no way to avoid it, so pretend you don't see them, try to stay normal, and then tell yourself in your head that it's all your own psychological role.” The middle-aged man's face grew more pale, he remembered some bad memories, his forehead appeared cold sweaty and his face looked worse: “I went to Ly Bay, unlike the current Ly Bay, without that big red fog, there seemed to be a new change here. ”

“Don't scare me, motherfucker, how I feel when someone blows in my ear like there's another woman's voice!” The drunken man turned his head and looked behind him. The “homicidal maniac” who called himself scissors passed through the entrance of the hall. He would make two steps at each step. His expression was very strange. He was clearly a man's face, but after a long time, he felt that the five officials belonged to a woman.

Instead of following them into the corridor, the man walked forward.

“What the hell is he? Or a woman?” This strange feeling made the drunk suddenly nervous, and he patted a middle-aged man on the shoulder: “Someone just passed. ”

“Did you?” By the time the middle-aged man looked back, the outside of the corridor had been covered with blood mist and nothing could be seen: “Leave him alone, let's protect ourselves first. ”

It was a stunned kung fu, and the sound of the door handle trembling deep in the hallway disappeared and everything returned to calm.

The blood fog became a little heavier, and the surrounding area became more gloomy. The sound of the wind blowing through the hollow was almost heard, making people feel furious inside.

“The man in the door gave up?” The drunk man held the staircase rail and guarded it at the entrance of the hall, ready to run out.

“Not necessarily, but it could have run out of the house.” The middle-aged man bent down and took a cell phone out of his pocket, and the drunk found that the phone used by the middle-aged man was still a model from years ago.

He turned his phone screen to the brightest, and lifted it up in front of him, something seemed to be out of the dark corridor, but he couldn't see what was out of it because it was too far away.

“It's weird.” A middle-aged man touches a drunk with his elbow: “I think this corridor is different from the one just now, you see. ”

With the pointy wind blowing through his ears, it was as if a lunatic was talking to himself, and a drunk man took the phone of a middle-aged man and looked at it carefully for a moment: “There seems to be one more thing out there. ”

He couldn't help but take a step forward and frown.

Ruined ceilings, large stripped wallhides, a closed fan door, and all kinds of debris piled up in the corners.

“Huh?” The drunk suddenly looked at a place.

“What did you find?” The middle-aged man hurried over and looked at the drunken man, where he could see nothing unusual, no ghost or body of his imagination.

“I'm not sure, you wait.” The driver returned the phone to the middle-aged man, took out his phone and turned on the flashlight that came with it.

The light is twisted in the blood mist, or it's still hard to see.

“It was the door there that made the noise.” The drunken man withstood to be afraid to move forward, he shrunk his neck, his arms against the wall, and after a few steps he finally saw the extra thing: “A mop? ”

There's an extra mop out in the hallway, the kind of mop that's common in life, that someone threw in the hallway.

“It's just a mop. Are you scared to death?” The middle-aged man took a deep breath and let go of the little boy, who had some soreness in his arm.

The drunk man was relieved, and he scratched his head with embarrassment: "I'm too nervous... but I don't think there was a mop in the hallway just now? ”

“Sounds like it? I can't remember.” The middle-aged man and the drunk man stood together and the two continued to look forward with the light of their phones.

The light showed that the drunk man who was about to go forward suddenly stopped, and he was not sure to ask the middle-aged man next to him: “Was the mop in that position? I remember in the penultimate room there, how did it feel to move a room forward? ”

“Really?” The middle-aged man looked at the mop as well.

Under both eyes, the mop, which is very common in life, suddenly moved, and the black pieces began to shake, slowly revealing a human face below!

Drunken men and middle-aged men had no idea that such a thing would happen. Their hands and feet were cold and they hadn't reacted yet, and the mop started flying fast.

When the distance was closer, all the people present saw it. It was not a mop at all, it was a man with long hair.

“Run! ”

Drunken men grabbed their cell phones and sprayed their legs back, and middle-aged men ran wildly out, regardless of their wives and children.

The little boy was scared, and he cried until his mother held him up.

The noise of the cluttered footsteps rang in the building, the drunk first rushed to the entrance of the corridor, and he hesitated to go upstairs to find Chan Gong, or ran straight out of the building.

Looking up at the crevices of the stairs, a strand of black hair dropped onto his face, a pale face stretching down from the armrest on the second floor.

He screamed, he couldn't care less, he threw his legs out and ran.

Bloody streets, realities and nightmares, every building is like a man-eater.

Heartbeating, the drunk dared not stop, and he shouted at the middle-aged man behind him - running this way and running into a small two-story building next to him.

The courtyard outside the small building has not been closed, and the flowers inside have withered, most notably with a large kennel inside the courtyard.

Built with iron railings and moldy wooden boards with various bite marks.

The only thing left in the yard besides a small building to hide people is the kennel.

The sound of footsteps and the laughter of women kept coming from the outside, and the drunken man's head was filled with paste, and he felt like he was not safe anywhere.

He rushed to the kennel: “It's very dangerous in the house, maybe something dirty will come up, or just hide here and take a look. ”

The drunk held the plank above the kennel, he was just about to drill inside, but before his head went in, he smelled a stinking smell.