My House of Horrors

“Let me come to you? What's wrong with you?” The scissors were uncomfortable with the skewed words on the chart, and he parked on the first floor of the hospital, standing in the middle of the corridor.

Half-open ward doors are windless, squeaky, dilapidated ceilings keep falling dust, and from time to time there is the sound of paper scratching the floor in your ears.

After midnight, standing alone in a scene like this, saying not to be afraid it must be a lie.

“Scissors" squeezed the scissors in his hand and he tried to look calm: "When did this paper stick behind me? ”

Looking back, the scissors looked at the rooms they had just passed: "The guy who gave me the stickers should be in one of the rooms I had just passed. ”

He was scared, but not out of his mind, and he was constantly reminding himself that he was playing a cold-blooded perverted homicidal maniac who had to stay calm at all times.

“The weaker it is, the more the ghost will bully, not be afraid, at least not to show fear. ”

Fold the case into a single slip pocket and carefully push the scissors through the half-opened ward door next to it.

The sheets were torn apart and the bed was dumped, as if there had been some fierce monster on it.

“Is this a hospital or a psychiatric ward?” Scissors don't come into the ward by accident, they just stand outside and watch.

Sick beds are small and can barely be hidden under the bed or in the wardrobe.

“The guy who messed with me wasn't here.” At the bottom of the bed, you can see that the closet door is open, empty, nothing: “It should be in another ward. ”

He panicked, but his expression didn't change much, swinging his stiff legs toward the other ward.

“This room is empty and this one is not...” The scissors are getting faster and faster, eventually coming to the ward near the hospital exit.

“I went straight into the hallway after entering the hospital, and all the other wards were empty, and it was definitely in this last room.” The palms of the scissors were sweating and he slowly pushed the door of the ward open.

A pungent smell comes out of the house, a mixture of disinfectant water and blood.

“Has anyone died in this house? ”

The scene in the ward was astonishing, the red sheets were tucked under the bed, the burglar net was mounted on the window with the disease-size clothes torn to pieces, the wardrobe had a long wig, and the scariest part, the snow white walls had a sentence written in blood —— guess where I hid it?

By contrast, the finding that the blood on the walls and the blood on the chart came from different hands makes scissors even more disturbing: “More than one ‘person' in the hospital playing hide-and-seek games? ”

He quit his business, ran out of the ward, and was ready to leave the hospital for a while: “The most dangerous place is the safest place, which is true, but in practice, it's still a little difficult. ”

Back in front of the hospital, the scissors completely changed their face, and the hospital's big iron door was closed sometime.

“What should I do?”

The scissors were helpless, he bit his lip, the wound on his face was pulled, and the pain calmed him down: “Go check for windows. ”

All the windows in the first floor ward were equipped with burglar nets, which he had just seen, and now he had all his hopes on the second floor.

“For this day, I worked out for a long time, and jumping from the second floor shouldn't hurt me, but not necessarily from the third floor.” Take the bag and run for the second floor with the scissors.

By then, he had given up all the hiding games, and he never really thought about playing games with ghosts.

Step on the stairs, three steps at a time, and as he arrived at the corner of the stairs, the afterlight swept into a pair of gray feet.

His feet were not far from the top of his head, and he looked up and saw a pair of dead gray calves, and by the time he looked up again, the thing was gone.

“Shit? ”

Unguarded, the scissors were soft, and he had no idea that the thing was so close to himself, just a few steps away.

“He's around me, even looking at me somewhere! ”

He stopped at the corner of the stairs, and the scissors didn't know if they should go up, and he just saw clearly that those things were upstairs.

“The windows of all the beds on the ground floor are equipped with burglar screens that are impossible to get out of. To escape from this shithole, you have to go through the windows on the second floor. ”

No choice, scissors head upstairs with a hard scalp.

“Never show up again suddenly.” Whispering, the scissors run to the first room on the left of the second floor.

He flushed open the ward door and looked out at the window, which was a burglar net full of clothes.

“The windows on the second floor are equipped with burglar nets? ”

The lips are dry and the scissors are a little desperate.

He walked up to the window and grabbed the burglar net and shook it a few times.

Fingers were cut off by wire, the pain was so real, but the city outside the window covered in blood mist was so illusory.

“I wish it was a nightmare and I woke up early.” The burglar net is sturdy and can't be opened at all, and the scissors are ready to leave.

But just as I was walking to the ward door, there was footsteps in the safety passage on the other side of the corridor on the second floor, and something seemed to be running.

“Looks like it's coming to me, there's a lot more! ”

The scissors decisively locked the ward door from the inside, and he stood aside and looked out through the glass window on the door.

As the footsteps get closer and closer, you can see several shadows moving fast in the hallway, and they seem to be coming towards the scissors.

“Can't be spotted! If you get stuck in this house, you're dead! ”

The shadow was so close that the scissors swept the ward and ended up hiding it in the wardrobe with a backpack.

This hospital is privately operated, and the ward configuration is different from those of the major hospitals, with partitions in the middle of the wardrobe that can barely hide from a person after the partitions are removed.

Footsteps are heard from far and close and then disappear outside the ward door.

“Stopped at the door? You found me?” The scissors didn't dare go out, he was worried that they would catch him as soon as he showed up. Why don't you just stay in the closet honestly: “Hide, hide, hide, hide. I haven't found it yet, how come it's my turn? Is it because it senses I'm running away? ”

Control the respiratory rate and change the scissors into a comfortable position, as if something was touching your shoes as they moved.

Cold sweat instantly appeared, scissors forced himself to remain calm, and he touched his phone out of his pocket.

Sliding the screen, the desktop wallpaper is a photograph of two young people on the doorstep of an orphanage, one of them with a mustache, tall and strong body, and the other with the look of a scissors, who seemed a little self-contained at the time and wanted to cover his face when taking the photograph.

“You've been taking care of me, and now it's my turn to take care of you.” The scissors sighed, turning the screen brightness up, and then shone it under your feet.

What he had just encountered in his shoes was a medical uniform with a diary pressed underneath it.

It was because of reading his brother's diary that scissors came to Lywan town in the 104 Road Ring, and now another diary appears. He bent over almost without hesitation to pick it up and look over.

“Liu Feiming? Is that the name of the owner of the diary? ”

Looking through the diary, there was a chart of cases, the patient's name was Liu Feiming, and the diagnosis was that he fell from a height, causing a fracture in his legs.

“How do you feel like me? To get out of this shithole, you have to jump from the third floor. ”

With a hint of uneasiness, the scissors began to read the diary.

“June 1: When I get out of the hospital, I have to find that cripple! My legs are crippled and my heart is black. I've worked for his engineering team for years, and this time I fell off the third floor, and I was in a coma, and he left me hundreds of dollars? This isn't over! ”

“June 2: A hundred days of injuries, I really don't know when to go out, I'm bored to stay in this hospital, I don't know how the family is, did Brother Li from my hometown tell them about my injuries, don't fall into a trap. ”

“June 3rd: How does it feel that nurses don't want to see me? Every time you change your meds, you run away and look down on the poor, like the god of the plague? Wait till I'm developed. ”

“June 4: So boring, there's no one to talk to, why didn't the doctor nurse come over, didn't they say the bed was tense? I still have an empty bed in this room. Why would they rather put him in the aisle than let him live in a room with me? Is this discrimination against me? These dogs look low in the eye. ”

“June 6: What's the next ward doing? Tortured in the evening and kept from sleeping? This shitty hospital service attitude sucks, I really want to write an anonymous letter to complain about them. ”

“June 7th: After 2: 00 a.m. tonight, the next door starts torturing again. Is this a psychopath? Why is there a sound of a wall crash? ”

“June 8: I couldn't bear to have a big fight with the neighbor at night, I thought they were awesome, just a bunch of pussies who couldn't even answer. It's been holding me back for a few days, and it's been fun fighting with them. ”

“June 9: When I woke up in the morning, I was lying on my bed with a child, and I was surprised to find out that it was the child of a sick friend next door. His parents were also big hearted, so small a child dared to let him run away, but then again, the child was quite cute and unrecognizable. I've lived here so long, it's the first time someone's come to talk to me. ”

“June 10: I became friends with the kid, and this little guy was smart, worried that the nurse would find him, and he would hide every time someone came in, and never found him. ”

“June 13th: I've been totally acquainted with the kids these past few days. He likes to play hide-and-seek. He comes to me sometimes at night. I can't believe I have children. I promised to play hide-and-seek with him in the hospital when I could get out of bed. On the other hand, the child's parents are not bad, at least not as lucrative as nurses and doctors. I don't know what kind of illness they have, they've been in the hospital for so many days. ”

“June 14: There was a 305 room tonight where a cancer patient died, and doctors and nurses arrived a lot. But I wonder, why do they have to go around the door of my ward when they go downstairs? I'd rather go that far than go through the door of my ward. I'm blacklisted? ”

“June 15: Finally, the plaster was removed. I thought the doctor had forgotten me. Today it was windy, so I wouldn't go out. ”

“On the night of June 15th: Something's not right. How did I hear a familiar voice in the next ward that resembled the old man who died yesterday? I asked the kid, and he didn't tell me. I had to play hide-and-seek with him all night, and if I could find him, he would tell me the answer. I haven't got my leg in yet, so go out late at night and don't scare the nurse on duty anymore. ”

“June 16: Oh, my God! What the hell is going on? I woke up early this morning, walked out with a cane, wanted to see my next ward sick buddy, and found out I was fucking in the first room on the left side of the hall! And to the left is the grocery room, where there's no ward! I can hear them talking every night, and the kid! I finally understand why nurses and doctors can't come. ”

“On the night of June 16th, the doctors disagreed with my discharge and I still owe most of my medical bills. None of my friends are reliable! Tomorrow I'm leaving this shithole, but the point is, how are we gonna get through this tonight, is that kid gonna show up again? ”

“June 17th: I have to go, the kid came in last night and he asked me to play hide-and-seek with him! He's been running in my ward. Am I crazy? Why did you promise to play with him before? I can't stay here. The hospital won't let me go. I'm leaving. ”

“Night of June 17th: What to do? I'm going crazy! When I went downstairs this afternoon and wanted to leave, I was standing on the stairs, and suddenly I felt someone behind me, looking back at the kid right behind me, and he was asking me where I was going? Ask him why not play hide-and-seek with him! ”

“June 18: The telephone of the worker can't get through, the foreman is dead and crippled, the hospital won't let me go, and he owes me a lot of medical bills, this is trying to force me to die! Never mind. Run out first. ”

“On the night of June 18th: Done, when I went downstairs, I was pushed, my leg bone was injured again, the doctor looked at the surveillance and said I fell from upstairs myself, but I saw clearly that the child pushed me! He doesn't want me to go. I'm telling the truth. Why doesn't anybody believe me? ”

……

“July 1: This is supposed to be my last diary, my legs broken, my eyes poked, my voice dumb, my phalanges smashed, and I can't escape. I knew the kid was supposed to be with me right now, and I didn't have a ward next door, and they were all in my room, and I found them, and I couldn't get out anymore. ”

After reading the last page of the diary, the heart of the scissors was cold: "Is there no ward next door? They're all in this room? ”

His body trembled and the scissors stopped in this ward, and he pushed open the door.

As he rushed out of the closet, the scissors looked at the ward door next to him, and his brain instantly blank.

On the glass window of the door, a pale face was squeezed.

“I found you. ”