My House of Horrors

“It stinks! ”

The drunk man had woken up completely, he covered his nose and took his phone to the kennel.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing dirty in it.

“It looks clean, but why does it smell so bad? My raw meat is covered. It doesn't smell that bad! ”

With disgust, the drunk picked up the tree next to him and poked some dirt in the kennel: “There's nothing buried down there? Where's the smell coming from? How does it feel to be soaked in a plank? ”

The cluttered footsteps outside were getting closer and the drunk took a step back, and he couldn't stand the stench and fell through the window next to him into the small building.

“I hope the three of them don't bring the monster here.” Didn't the drunken man reveal his place in some regrets why he called a middle-aged man to join him?

With his hands on his head, the drunk squatted under the window sill, and he strangled himself again: “Definitely not a dream. What was that? Can you run that fast with your head behind you? Is it moving with your chin? ”

In the eyes of the drunk, a family of three is probably less violent, and he is not going to save each other: “Except for me, the passengers in the bus may have been overrun, no one dares to face that thing, no one must...”

My brain is still faint, and the drunk man is scared to sweat: “What am I going to do now? The phone doesn't have a signal, I don't even know where I am. Forget it, just hide here and wait for the fog to dissipate. ”

Eat and grow smart, and the drunk will never dare to run away again.

He squatted under the window for a few minutes and suddenly heard the door in the yard.

“Someone's coming in! ”

Hold your breath and the drunk won't dare to come out.

He listened, and the courtyard quickly calmed down again after the door made a noise.

“Just came in for a look? That monster didn't find me?” The drunk learned to be smart this time, and he didn't look directly out the window, and he was afraid to look up and find someone just looking in the window.

Turn on the phone, adjust the angle of the drunk, use the camera to watch the outside yard.

The door was half open and there was no one in the yard.

“This is unfortunate luck.” The drunk stood up and accidentally touched the bottle on the windowsill while retrieving his phone.

“Air freshener?” Drunk people put the bottle back where it belongs, without paying too much attention.

Straight up, the drunk finally has time to look around.

Don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels like he can hear something in his ear, like a wind chime.

People in some parts of the country have this habit of hanging wind chimes at the doorstep, which means that someone enters the house whenever a wind chime sounds.

If it was normal, the sound would be fine for a drunk, but now it's different, and there's something on his doorstep that keeps walking around, and it's fast.

As soon as he thought of something else in the house, his heart pounded.

The footsteps moved on the floor and the drunk man turned his back to the window, seemingly feeling a sudden darkness behind him, as if the light of the window was covered by something.

Is there someone standing outside the window?!

This thought came to mind, the drunken man's scalp was about to explode, his body was stiff, the wind chimes in his ears kept ringing, becoming clearer and clearer.

What's approaching?

Drunken men muster all the courage to look back, the windows empty and nothing.

“False alarm?” When he returned to the window, touching the window frame with his fingers, he felt a little bandaged, and with the bright light of his phone, he found a lot of black dog fur in the window frame crevices.

“Bang!”

The window on the second floor of the small building was squeaked open, the drunk trembled, and the dog fur in his palm fell to the floor.

He heard me very clearly. The sound of the window was over his head!

I don't know if it's a coincidence or who's trying to trick him.

He dared not jump out the window and felt it was not safe to stay inside.

As he tangled, more dog hair drifted from the top of his head.

“Why are there so many dog furs?” He remembered the empty kennel in the yard and the strong smell!

“What the hell is going on?” I dared not look up, the drunk was not curious what was staring at him on the second floor, at this time he just wanted to be quiet and alone.

“There can be no more procrastination, we must leave!” The drunk man had just made this decision in his heart, and the door in the yard was pushed again, and something very similar to a mop stuck in the dark at the door.

Seeing that face hidden in rags and dark hair, the drunken man's heart seemed immersed in ice water.

He couldn't even close the window and quickly left the room near the small courtyard.

“Damn, why is he here at this hour?” The drunk ran into the hallway and the wind chimes came from the end of the aisle, throwing several pairs of broken slippers on the floor, and the house was a little messy.

“The dog fur just fell off the second floor, and there's something unclean on the second floor of this house! I can't go upstairs. Better get away from the stairs! ”

The drunk took a deep breath to keep himself calm, and he slipped lightly into the room furthest from the stairs.

The floor makes strange noises, and I don't know where the strange songs of children come from, like someone touching a recorder left behind by a dead person, and this room is getting weird.

“In the slippers I saw in the hallway, there are adults and children, there may be more than one thing in this room...”

The more scared you want, the soaker your back is wet and your body is cold.

“Hope they don't come in. ”

Close the door gently and the drunk sees several empty bottles thrown behind the door, similar in shape to the one on the window sill: “So much air freshener in the house? ”

He threw the bottle aside and found a bag of deodorant pills and lots of perfume in the corner of the room.

“Why are there so many deodorizing things? What happened in this house?” Drunken people don't feel comfortable thinking about that stinking kennel: “The kennel is clean but full of stink, the living people live in a messy room but smells like nose fluttering, there must be something wrong in it. ”

He looked around, and this was supposed to be a young man's bedroom, with some fashion magazines and fitness books on the bed, dumbbells and weighing scales under the table.

The layout of the house looked perfectly normal, but after a careful search, the drunken man's heart was overshadowed by an unspeakable fear.

He opened a drawer at the bottom of the desk with a thick stack of photographs documenting all sorts of animal abuse and looking at it chilly.

Yet this is not the scariest, drunkards continue to turn down, the top quarter of the photographs are of a faceless young man abusing an animal, the remaining three quarters of the photographs show that the abused protagonist has become that young man.