My House of Horrors

“Who's that? Looks familiar. Are you the passenger in the car?” The drunk had just said that the street was safer than the house, that there was an anomaly on the street before the voice fell, that he suspected that his eyes had been looking at him where he could not see him, and that every move he made was in the eyes of the other party.

“Is he waving at me? It's foggy, I can't see his face clearly, he shouldn't see my face clearly, in which case a normal person shouldn't go and say hello to others on his own initiative. ”

People were forced out, and after those horrible things just now, the drunkard became obviously smart and began to try to change his mind.

The contour of the man in the fog slowly became clear, and it seemed that he was on his way.

“No, I want to stay away from him. ”

The drunk obviously felt the speed of the other party was accelerating. He dared not respond and turned around and ran.

“If he was a human, he should talk, not say a word, and wave and think about it and feel like something's wrong. ”

The road was also unsafe, and the drunk had some despair in his heart, and he didn't know where to go.

“The most important thing now is to rendezvous with the other passengers, and sooner or later I'm going to die alone.” The drunken man ran a distance, he didn't have a bus on his way, and he ran more and more vain: “Done, completely lost, the surrounding buildings are all about the same length, that bus is my only reference. ”

A blurred figure can be seen in the fog behind him, and the man who just waved at him is still following him, keeping his distance.

“Damn, what is this? Why do you keep following me?” The drunk accelerated his speed and took his breath to the next crossroads.

The bus still hadn't seen it. When the drunk hesitated to go that way, he suddenly realized that someone was waving at him, not knowing when a profile had appeared across the street!

“How did that thing get in front of me?! He should be far away from me! ”

Despair seemed to climb to his heart with a thorn of thorns, and the drunk did not know what to do, as if he could see the man wherever he went.

“What should we do?” Thirty years of life have not helped him at this time, and those across the road are still waving at him, blurring outlines, shaking arms, looking like a pendulum representing death.

“Even if I run off to other streets, this monster may still follow me, I can't help it, fight it! ”

The drunk bit his teeth and grabbed the chopping knife from the kennel kitchen.

He didn't even kill a chicken this big, but at this moment, a cruel thought appeared in his mind.

“Calm down, don't be afraid!” After staying in the fog for a long time, he would be affected by the fog, which the drunk himself did not realize, his eyes were red and covered with blood silk, which looked like a long night, unlike when he first got in the car.

Because for the first time, the drunk heartbeat was fast, he held the chopper in his hands and walked in a very unwieldy position towards the side road.

The human contour still waves at him, and the closer he gets, the clearer he looks at it.

“So familiar, where should I have seen him? Is he also a passenger in the car? ”

The drunk walked into the middle of the road and he shouted at the guy: "Hey! What's your name? What's your name? ”

Without a response, the man waved his hand smaller, but suddenly walked towards him.

Bloody red city, an empty street, two people getting closer and closer.

As the other person approached, the drunken man felt familiar again.

“Too similar. I must have seen him somewhere. ”

The blood fog was thick and the drunk held the knife tight, and he moved his foot and finally walked through the fog to the man.

They were covered in blood, their bellies were soaked, and there was a clear black thin line where their legs and upper body were connected, as if their bodies had been separated, at a time when they were being reassembled.

Seeing that person in this outfit, the drunk man has withdrawn his business. He finds it very scary, but the other party also brings him an unknown familiarity. He must have seen this person somewhere.

“Who are you? ”

His head was almost blank, and the drunk man didn't know why the mirror came up with the three words, and his hands with the knife were shaking.

“This road is divided into two sides, one for the living and one for the dead.” The weirdo lowered his head and raised it slowly, messy hair below is a face identical to that of a drunk man, full of vicious and frightened eyes raised outward, his body like bone support, directly to the drunk man, his mouth ripped apart to both sides, a sharp voice completely different from that of a drunk man coming out of his throat: “I am you! Death is terrible for you! ”

When he saw the monster look like himself, the drunken man's psychological defense had collapsed and he had no intention of resisting, grabbing the knife and running.

This time he couldn't even tell the direction, and he felt that every nerve was about to break, trying to run in one direction.

He doesn't know where the end point is, he doesn't know where it's safe, he just runs everything.

All sore, hot in the lungs as if they had been cauterized, the world slowly faded in the eyes, drunken people feel they can no longer breathe.

“I can't run...”

This is a world of total despair, where the only choice a living person can make is to enter different buildings and choose different ways of dying.

“No one can survive here, all will die, all will die...”

The consciousness was blurred, and the drunken man took his last breath and ran into the nearest building to him.

The main hue is white, which seems to be the only private hospital in the town of Lywan, covering a small area, only a small three-story building.

……

“Daddy...”

“Shut up.” The middle-aged man breathed heavily, hiding in the safe passage and staring out from time to time.

A few minutes later, without hearing footsteps, he leaned against the wall and slowly sat down: “I had seen a disobedient passenger before, and he was sent into a door by people in the underworld, and behind that door, like this place, was bloody fog. This isn't where the living come from. It's all the fault of that guy! I must kill him if I get the chance! ”

The more he wanted to get angry, the more he looked at the women and the boys around him and kicked them in the thighs: "I haven't had a good day since I married your mute! ”

The woman's mouth sounded like she was scared of the man. She took a step back with her legs covered, but protected her from the little boy.

“Daddy...”

“Don't call me a fucking moron.” The middle-aged man looked around and didn't look too good: “Why didn't he notice to run into the hospital when he was on the run? This place is unlucky. You have to leave before the monster leaves. ”

“Daddy...” Even when he was arguing, the boy kept calling out to his father.

Several times in a row, the middle-aged man finally realized that it was wrong. If it was normal, once he was angry, the boy would be mistaken or scared to speak and would not dare to resist.

“What's your name? ”

“I just had a little brother put a piece of paper on your back.” The boy points to the back of a middle-aged man.

“On my back?!” The middle-aged man blew up his hair, reached for his back and pulled down a case sheet.

The front of the list says the patient is dead, and the back of the list skews a few words —— “Come to me? ”