My House of Horrors

The ghost shakes on the screen inside the mini projection hall, and the cry has moved from the inside to the outside of the screen, as if it were hidden from the crowd.

The faint lights started flashing, the seats were shaking, the ground seemed to start spinning, and a little girl's laugh appeared in the loudspeaker on the wall.

The cry of a woman, the horrible laughter of a little girl, and the staff hidden behind the seat, hid three “ghosts” in the simplest scenario in theory.

“Leave now.” Chen Gong's gaze shifted away from the movie poster, and he had made a career plan for himself in his heart.

“No.” Once again, the man who gained the profession of police rejected Chen Gong's offer, and he was sweating on his forehead, which showed that he was scared now.

“The ghost will be here soon. Do you want to stay and die?” Chen Song was not kind, he just thought it would be more fun to bring these people on the air, and he could also use them to explore the road and speed up the attack.

“Me and I came to play yesterday when the park was just open, and that was medium difficulty.” The man dressed very fashionably, disregarding the eyes of others, said directly: "This projection hall is the first level, a medium difficulty projection hall, just a place where visitors are introduced to the precautions and tell the story background. There are two points of alarm, one seat that will shake itself, and the other is the 'teacher’ hiding out among us. ”

“You go on.” Chen Gong didn't look like he was lying, and he wanted to know exactly what the man was trying to say.

“But this time we come in, not only without a background presentation and precautions, not even the most basic scenario safety announcements, not to mention any hints. And the last time I came in, I didn't see the seven ghosts that burst out of nowhere, and the crying, the laughter. So I suggest we stay here, figure it out, and then go to the next level, after all, the first scene is the simplest of all scenarios.” The man who came in to visit, to be precise, his role as a "tourist" among several “tourists" should be “tour guide”, familiar with the location and various arrangements of the scare point, but now the situation they are experiencing and the scare point he knew beforehand is completely wrong.

“It's not his fault! Combine 40 scenes at a time! The level of danger is equivalent to a direct 40-fold increase.” A smaller looking girl pointed at Chen Song and said.

“I was thinking of challenging you alone. You're the ones who want to follow me, aren't you?” Chen Song did not return, he has found his way out, next to the screen of the projection hall are two black cloths, from the gap in the middle of the black cloth can see a door handle.

“This is not the time to discuss this.” The youngest boy walks among Chen Gong and other tourists: “Let's vote. ”

By the time several visitors spoke, the white collar with long black hair had quietly taken out her phone and seemed to be in contact with someone.

Forty scenarios merged, and the difficulty increased to an incredible level, and they were scared.

Several tourists chatted hot, and Chen Song cared less and walked to the black cloth beside the screen alone.

“The ghost house actor hiding behind the seat wants to come over and be blocked first by the tourists, who, although of little use, have no problem acting as a shield.” Chan Song completely ignored the projection of the dead body hanging at the front of the screen and lifted the black cloth: “The door is here. ”

At the same time he grabbed the door handle, a noise suddenly appeared in the amplifier, and the little girl's laughter became extremely sharp, and the whole scene seemed to change.

“Is there a second stage?” Chen Quo pressed the door handle hard. He just pulled the door open. Five pale fingers suddenly came out of the door seam and grabbed his hand.

The cold feeling came from the back of his hand. Chen Guo didn't wait for the owner of that hand to react. He grabbed the other finger with his opposite hand.

“It should be a girl's hand, her fingers are thin...” He hasn't seen anything more, and the five fingers broke out of his palm, and the girl behind the door seemed frightened.

The door was completely opened, and outside the screening hall was a path that was open to only two people, blocked by planks on both sides of the road, nailed to human limbs and spilled blood.

“No!” the police knew, he saw Chen Gong open the door and shouted: “Once the door to the next scene is opened, all ghosts in this scene will riot! Get the hell out of here! ”

The seat vibrated more violently, the projecting corpse in front of the screen swayed, and as the cry and laughter grew louder, a girl holding a doll protruded her head from the corner and the walls around her began to exudate blood.

“Bang!”

As if something had been broken, the ghost house actor who had been hiding behind the seat slowly stood up, wearing the same outfit as the late teacher in the video, with no blood on his face.

“My good children… you are back! ”

He was talking like crazy, hysterical rushing toward several tourists.

“Let's go! ”

Chen Gong first walked out of the room, his front foot just stepped out of the projection hall, and a blood dripping knife struck his neck, seemingly ready to cut off his head directly.

Five senses are far from ordinary people, and Chen Gong bent over at the first time to hide.

“Murder? ”

He frowned and took a closer look at Chen Song before realizing that the knife waving was also a projection.

“Realistic. ”

Suddenly a knife is cut, anyone will be scared, and Chan Song subconsciously dodges.

“Ah!”

Chen Song's reaction was calm, but the tourists behind him were different. “The police” followed Chen Song closely. When he saw the knife split towards him, he almost fell.

“The police didn't know there was a knife? Nobody told him about this scare?” Forty scenarios fused together, and now even Haunted House's own employees can't figure out what they're going to meet next.

“Let's go! The watch tells me I have a pervert approaching a homicidal maniac!” Undeterminedly, before the police breathed a sigh of relief, they saw the watch shining red again.

It's a police capability, he can't perceive ghosts and monsters, but he can perceive perverts and killers.

At the end of the narrow corridor a whistle and a knife rubbing against the wall sounded, something approaching!

At this time, there were also tourists who did not escape from the screening hall. Chen Song recalled what had just happened and asked for it to be broken.

The police rushed forward with the tourists in a hurry. Chen Song waited for the last tourist to come out, grabbed the door handle of the projection hall and closed the door hard.

He was about to leave, and something strange had happened to him.

There was a scream in the studio, and it was the “teacher” who made the sound.