My House of Horrors

“Is this someone abusing animals, or are animals abusing people? ”

The drunkard looked at the pictures, and the cruel images on them made him uncomfortable.

He put the photos back in the drawer before he had finished reading them all, and suddenly his palms felt sticky as he retracted his hands.

With cell phone lighting, the drunken man jumped with his eyelids, and he flipped the photo on his hand, all black and red blood.

“I haven't touched anything but pictures! Is this blood coming out of the picture? ”

Standing alone in an empty shady little building, there seemed to be something running back and forth in the corridor, the wind chimes rang lightly, and there was a mop-like monster outside in the courtyard.

Under the circumstances, drunkards would not dare to leave the room at random.

“The monster who just sprayed dog hair on the windowsill is on the second floor, and this room is the furthest from the stairs, making it the safest room. ”

He was afraid to leave, worried that the monster would stand outside as soon as he opened the door.

But when he stayed in the house, he panicked: "How could there be extravasation of blood in the picture? I think my hand accidentally rubbed it somewhere in the drawer, and maybe there's a compartment hidden in it. ”

Brave enough, the drunk took out the drawer at the bottom of the desk and put it on the floor.

This time he looked very clearly, only the photos were in the drawer.

“Did the blood really come out of the picture?” Real-life attempts were subverted, he sweated upside down, and there was an impulse to leave the room.

Looking at those photographs, the drunkard discovered a strange point.

None of the pictures of a living person being abused capture a human face, and in all the pictures of an animal being abused, when the animal is dying, there is always a hand strangling the animal's neck, showing the animal's face as if it were a trophy.

“What a pervert.” I don't know if it's because I've been watching it for a long time, or if it's because of something else, drunkards find that all the animals in those pictures seem to be laughing.

“This is the first time I've seen that look on a dog's face, and they're supposed to be laughing, right? A laughing dog?” The drunk had a chill, he dared not approach the pictures on the ground, sweeping around, and the longer he stayed in the room, the more terrifying it seemed: “I always thought this building was scarier than the one just now. ”

Hands on the sheets, the drunk tried to rub off the blood on his palms, but his fingers felt like something.

He hesitated repeatedly, lifting the sheets, and a strong smell poured out of his nose.

On the mattress of the wooden bed is a beach of already solidified human blood.

From the shape of the mattress alone, you can probably see the pain of the victim's death, the blood spraying from the stomach to the surrounding area, as if it had been knocked down by some beast and then bitten through the neck and stomach.

Drunk guy is just a runner, he's never seen this before.

The brain has no control over the body, as if it were petrified.

His scalp was numb, his lungs had an outward spike, and he bit his hand at the last moment, which made no screaming noise.

“Someone died in the room! In this bed! ”

These two thoughts flashed in his head, and he dared not stay here. For those who lived in peacetime, this was the latest time a drunk man had gone from death to murder.

His eyes trembled slightly, reacting for half a day, throwing the sheets in his hand aside.

Looking down at his feet, the animals' faces were in his head: "The dog is laughing, the dog is really laughing! I'm not mistaken! ”

The drunk man has been scared a little nervous, but it's not his fault. When he wakes up drunk in a psychic car, the world seems different.

Everything here is something he hasn't met before, not even in nightmares.

“You must leave, you must not stay here! ”

The drunk walked up against the wall to the window and grabbed the curtains with his hand, but he didn't have the courage to lift them, and he was really scared.

“Squeak...”

I hesitate, drunk people tremble on their legs, but sometimes it's weird, the more scared you are, the more weird things happen, like they know people's weaknesses.

A strange noise came from somewhere in the house, like a rat biting something.

“It seems to be coming from under the bed...”

The drunk man did not die, and he squatted down and looked under the bed. As the noise turned louder, he opened the curtains directly.

The window in the bedroom has been opened halfway through the glass, and a face is looking inside as the drunk looks out.

Dry, pale faces began to squeeze desperately into the house as dark hair dried up like a rag!

“Pfft."

Drunken man used his full strength to throw the window back up, the sound was loud, his mind was blank, the action of closing the window was his subconscious behavior.

Through the thin glass, the raised head rests on the window, the cracked mouth slowly opens, and the broken teeth crash into the glass, as if they were saying —— finally I found you.

Locking the window, the drunk felt that he had exhausted all his strength, and he sat down on the floor and looked up at the person standing outside the window.

Without waiting for him to come back, his pants were soaked with something, and the cold, sticky feeling was uncomfortable.

He was shocked and glanced down, sitting right on the photograph, and a bloody stain was spreading on his pants.

Eyes widened, and the drunk saw that in all the pictures of animals being abused on the ground, the animals' heads were gone, and the black and red blood was seeping out of the animal's broken neck.

The drunk almost suffocated, and he got up with a rolling knife.

“Boom! Boom! ”

The window was hit by a human head and the drunk couldn't even look at it. He held up his body and ran out toward the house.

“Help, help, where are the others?!” He came to the hallway and tried to hide in another room, but as soon as he came out he saw a shadow lying on the corner of the second staircase.

Like a dog, like a man again!

“What is it? ”

Without daring to approach the stairs, the drunk turned around and hid in the other room.

He didn't even look, closed the door directly, unlocked it, leaned against the door, and gasped.

For an ordinary man, he has not been freaked out and is already mentally strong.

“No, run out and meet the others!” The drunk remembered the other passengers at this time, and he pushed the table behind the door and started measuring the room.

Gas stoves, refrigerators, and a large cabinet.

“Is this where they cook? ”

The drunk looked around and the sweat on his forehead went wildly downstream, and he ran into the kitchen on the second floor, and the bad news was that the kitchen didn't have windows.

“It's over. ”

The sound of broken glass coming from the outside, the wind chimes in the hallway were getting louder and the drunk was reluctant to give up. Driven by a strong desire to survive, he began to find useful things in the kitchen.