My House of Horrors

The stench stood in front of the wardrobe, staring at the wardrobe.

Chen Gong was a little curious, he approached the cabinet slowly, and when he saw what was inside, he was very surprised by the look on his face.

A small, short, fat, ugly looking boy curled up in the corner of the wardrobe, wrapped around a fresh film, a visible wound to the heart and a shallow strangulation around the neck.

“Was this child stinking back then? ”

The boy punched his hands and didn't want to let go until he died. He could see a picture in his left hand with a piece of his shirt twisted in his right hand.

The shirt was obviously only worn by adults, and the child appeared here, indicating that the diary that stinks in the scene of Chan Sing's haunted house is not correct.

“The truth doesn't seem to be what I thought it was. Why would a boy be like this? ”

He stood in front of the wardrobe with a silent stench and looked at the boy in the wardrobe with a bitter smile on his round, fat face.

He ripped the film off the kid's arm and took a picture of the kid's palm in front of him.

It was a picture of a father and son, and the people in the picture were laughing happily, and who would have thought this would happen later?

With a low howl in his throat, his stinking hands slowly pressed hard, tearing apart the photograph he had never wanted to let go until he died.

He clearly tore up the photograph, but the child in the cabinet had a wound from one domestic violence after another.

Blood was running under the film, and the adult man in the photo was crying, and the child was clapping his hands, laughing and jumping.

By the time all the photos were torn apart, the child's body had completely turned red in the cabinet, and the layers of fresh film wrapped around him had begun to collapse.

“Oops...”

The stench seems to be calling someone's name, like saying goodbye, like calling again.

He spilled a broken photograph of his hand on the floor with a red light in his eyes. He turned to look at Chen Song and bowed his head and said something.

Chen Gong didn't hear clearly, he was about to ask, the stench has gone into the wardrobe.

The smell in the air gradually faded and the blood mist scattered into the room, spreading from one bloody filament to the next, starting with the wardrobe.

This room was almost the same as it was in real life, but only minutes later, the walls of the room were covered with blood, and that's what the world was supposed to look like behind the door.

“All the smells come together in the closet?” The stinking body squeezed into the narrow cabinet, walked in with him, and the smell of the house.

When the last smell disappeared, there was a noise in the closet, and Chen Sing looked into the closet, and a little fat man in a bloody red coat was looking at him.

“Stinky?” Chen Gong's eyes squinted gently, and he looked up and down at each other: “What's your name? ”

Chen Gong did not know what had happened to the stench. He should have let go of the past and regained his heart.

It all started all over again, and Chen Song felt that he could no longer call the child by his stench, and he should have his own name.

The little fat guy in the closet didn't talk, he looked ugly, but he wasn't annoying.

“Don't you remember me? I'm the owner of our haunted house - Chen Gong! ”

The boy still didn't speak, just stared at Chen Song and seemed to want to put Chen Song's face in his head.

The communication was fruitless, Chen Gong reached out to the boy and tried to pull him out of the closet, but the fat boy did not respond at all.

“Well, you chose the road yourself, and I won't ask for it, and I'm happy to meet you during this time, and if you encounter any difficulties that you can't solve yourself in the future, you can come to Terror House in the Western suburbs.” Now Chan is capable of promising a red jacket.

When he finished, he turned around and walked outside the room, but as he walked outside, there was another rumbling in the closet.

When Chen Gong looked back, the fat boy in red had jumped out of the wardrobe, and he was wearing fresh film. He followed Chen Gong closely and seemed afraid to stay alone in this room.

“Whatever choices you make, I understand that you are willing to come back and that the doors of the Horror House will always be open, but I will have to re-examine the staff rules and you will not be able to contact the tourists without passing the exam.” Chen Song actually gave up at some point, but what he didn't expect was to recover the stench of his own heart and still be willing to follow him.

Walking out of this room at the deepest end of the hallway, people outside the house were still surprised that the smell had disappeared until they saw the little fat man in red behind Chan Sing.

“Another red coat?” Everyone, including the old headmaster, is foolish.

“Do you know that boy?” Cherry red gently touched the white autumn grove to create a cute, simple look.

“A little familiar...” Bai Qiulin couldn't figure out the situation either, but this happened to his boss, he felt nothing surprised.

The stench turned into a little fat man in red, many times more powerful than before, but he refused to communicate with anyone, not knowing if he had lost his ability to speak or dared not speak.

“Come on, the boys' dormitory has been explored. Next, let's go to the girls' dormitory.” Chen Gong's eyes moved away from the stench, and he was actually thinking about something else.

There used to be a pushman at the West City Private College, which means there will be a West City Private College behind the door, and the male dormitory I see now should be the scene of the West City Private College behind the door at that time.

The will of the haunted school expanded wildly, but chose to retain it for a few more important scenarios, which should be the last obsession before the doorman died.

“The management of this private college in West City is very problematic, no wonder it will eventually become an abandoned school. In addition to the stench, the person standing on his feet and Zhang Ya, there is also a pusher who was forced to the deepest depths of despair. Many students have been bullied here, and for them the school itself is a hell of a existence. ”

Chen Gong looked at the corridor, gradually stained red with blood, and he came up with the idea: “If you really want the will of a haunted school, you have to change it completely, because this haunted school is the worst nightmare of all desperate children. ”

Shaking his head, Chen Song decided to step by step.

“Scenes related to stench are preserved, and scenes related to Zhang Ya may be completely preserved behind the door. Stinky smell greatly increases when entering the door to correspond to the scene itself. Would it help Zhang Ya if I went into the place where he was? ”

It is clear to Chen that Zhang Ya may be in a very critical period right now, and he wants to do everything he can to help each other.