My House of Horrors

The kitchen is not so big, the most obvious is the cabinet with all kinds of delicious things on it, except that all of them are wrapped in fresh film and a lot of them have been destroyed.

“There is a refrigerator, why use a cupboard to store food? ”

The situation was critical, and the drunk couldn't think about it, and he rushed to the gas stove and looked at the exhaust fan mounted on the wall.

“This exit...”

I don't know if it was deliberately designed by the other party, or if the family's habits are special, the exhaust fan installed in the kitchen is bigger than the normal exhaust fan, and that vent can accommodate a child climbing in and out.

“There are no windows in the kitchen, so a high-powered exhaust fan is installed?” As the drunk stepped on the chair, he violently removed the exhaust fan and looked at the vent, his face was gloomy.

This exit is too small for an adult, and once stuck, the consequences are unimaginable.

“What to do?" As the drunk was tangled, he saw the chopping knife placed on the caseboard, with bone residue and blood filament on the blade.

Looking up at the vent, looking down at the chopping knife, a strange thought appeared in the mind of the drunk, as if someone had arranged it all.

The vent looks narrow for adults, but if you break your shoulder blade and smash your crotch, it should be easy to climb out.

Reach out and grab the chopping knife, the handle is sticky, which makes the drunk feel very disgusting.

It seemed to prompt him, as he hesitated, to hear the door open in the hallway, as if someone were looking in one room at a time.

“Out of here, I don't know what kind of horrible things I'm going to encounter. If I cut myself, I'd be a fool.” Drunken man single-handedly grabbed the chopping knife, he bit his lip hard and came up with a way.

“Disguised as escaping from a ventilation pipeline, then hiding somewhere, running smoothly while the owner was looking.” The drunk looked around and finally walked to the fridge.

This kitchen is not big, but it has a large double fridge.

Drunk man opens the upper fridge, filled with various deodorants and air fresheners, some unopened or some used.

“Isn't that too much?” It's the first time he's seen someone use a refrigerator for deodorants.

Bend over and open the floor below the refrigerator with several black plastic bags.

“It's not a body, is it?” Drunk people can't help it, only refrigerators can hide people in the kitchen.

He took out the black bag and stuffed it in the upper fridge, and in the process, a bag was ripped open and a dog's head fell out.

“Dog meat in here?” To avoid exposure, the drunk picked up the dog's head on the floor, but he accidentally saw the dog's face when he stuffed it in the upper fridge.

His eyes were full of fear. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the dog's face looked like a human being. He couldn't tell the reason. He thought it was not a dog's head, but a frozen face.

“What an evil door!” Without daring to look at the dog's head again, the drunk stuffed all the black bags into the upper fridge.

“Boom!”

As soon as he finished, the kitchen door lock was twisted, and after several attempts to find it impossible to open it, the movement began to increase.

The door panel swayed and the table in the back shook.

“Got caught!” Drunk man puts the chair directly under the vent, then takes the knife into the lower level of the refrigerator and closes the refrigerator door.

The wooden door of the kitchen was hit several times in a row and remained open, and the monster outside the door seemed to have given up.

The sound of footsteps gradually went away and the whole room instantly quieted down.

Drunken man shook directly, he didn't dare to come out, worried that it was the other guy's condom.

After about half a minute, the sound of footsteps reappeared, followed by the sound of the key plugging into the lock hole.

The kitchen was opened from the interior unlocked door and the table was pushed aside.

“It's coming in! ”

The drunk doesn't know exactly what the owner of the building looks like, and he panics when he thinks of the pictures he takes.

Footsteps rang in the kitchen and the chair was quickly pushed down and the owner seemed to be looking.

“Hope to fool him...” The drunk thought was good, but just when it came to mind, there was the sound of the refrigerator door being opened in his ear.

The upper door of the refrigerator was opened and he tucked a bunch of black bags all over it.

Drunken man's face instantly turned miserable white, he knew he had been found!

“Get out of here! ”

Perhaps the chopper gave him courage and the drunk broke into the refrigerator door.

The dog meat in the ground was in the eye, and the face was in front of the drunk man with the same face as the living man.

Even when prepared, the drunk was frightened when he saw this thing.

With his eyes moving, the drunk looked at the dog's head again and stood in the middle of the dog's meat in a place where he could not see his age.

He was wearing a dog skin and the look on his face made the drunk feel familiar.

“This face looks like the dog in the picture who laughs!” He was freezing, drilling out of the lower fridge with all his strength and fleeing without saying a word.

“Dead dogs look just like people, but alive people show the dog's smile in the picture.” The drunken man's mind appears that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it: “Did the dead dog occupy the living man's body? Or do dogs swap bodies? Or is it a curse? Smiley dog curse? ”

The drunk didn't know what he was thinking, and he played his life toward the first room he entered.

In front of something more frightened, what used to be frightened didn't seem so terrible, the drunk ran into the room and looked back as he turned.

The weirdo landed on his limbs like a mad dog.

His face wrinkled with skin revealing the exact same smile as the dog in the picture.

Shaking his hand shut the door, the drunk jumped out the window, and he dared not go back, and ran straight out of the second floor of the small building.

Seems too scared, the drunk ran out of the small building and still didn't stop, he continued to run along the road for more than a dozen meters, making sure no one came after him before stopping.

“What kind of monsters are these? How does it feel to have a monster in every house? ”

The blood was foggy and the drunk man stood at the intersection of the road. He looked around and suddenly found the bus that had stopped in the middle of the road missing.

“Am I going in the wrong direction? The car was at the last intersection?” The drunk stood on the side of the road, and he dared not get too close to those buildings: “It's safer than buildings, or roads. I'll just walk down the road, mark it, and the bus should be around here somewhere. ”

The drunk bent down and walked down the road, not far out, and suddenly he saw a man waving at him not far ahead.

The visibility in the mist was low, and he could only see a rough outline.