My House of Horrors

The boy was asleep in bed, and he didn't even realize the door was there.

“This door seems to be closer to the kid than it was the last time. Look closely, there's something in the door that wants to run out.” Mennan whispered.

“Could it be an underworld?” Now the scene is somewhat similar, but just similar, to the door of the psychic haunted school.

The door that appears beside the boy's bed is not an entity, giving a sense of untruthfulness and seemingly breaking when touched.

There is faint blood on the door, but there is no discomfort, and this is the most confusing part of the old song.

He had seen many bloody doors, including the one at Psychic Ghost School, all of which, as soon as they changed, became gloomy and dreadful, with the exception of the bloody smell of the air.

No threat was felt, and it appeared more like a reminder to little boys.

“Is there too little blood on this door? ”

Chen Guo approached the door slowly with his backpack. He had not taken a few steps, and the lock of the blood door suddenly shook.

The voice was not loud and the child was not awakened. When Chen Song retreated, the blood gate returned to normal.

“Can't get close? ”

Chen Gong dropped his backpack and made a gesture to Menampi. He walked towards that door alone. There was nothing unusual about the bloody door this time.

“Really, because of the red? ”

Standing in front of the door, Chen Gong made a very bold move, and he reached for the door.

The door itself is like an obsession, Chen Gong's fingers go straight through the door panel.

“Untouchable? I've never seen a door like this before. ”

He wasn't sure if all the children chosen by the Pluto would show up at the bedside after they fell asleep. Anyway, he had never heard of the squid, and Jiang Ming might be an exception.

If that's the case, then Chan Song should be more careful, because there is a good chance that the underworld will hide behind Jiang Ming.

His fingers moved on the door panel and he couldn't even touch the door, but as he was about to give up, his fingertips suddenly burst with bitter chills.

Chen Gong's fingers were parked right at the door handle.

“Most of the blood converges near the door knob, is that why the door knob is near the entity? ”

The phone ghost routine can only be used once, so Chen Gong doesn't want to miss this opportunity, but he doesn't dare push the bloody door by himself.

Though there was little blood on it, he didn't swell enough to go into the rear of the door alone.

“Want to bet? The black cell phone said I'd die if I couldn't find a plug for nine nights, which means the plug isn't ready, and this is probably his weakest time. ”

Chan Sing was reluctant to let go, and he slowly retreated.

“Mennan, give me the bag. You stay outside the door. ”

“Are you ready to go straight in? Too arbitrary, huh? Are you sure you don't want to think about it? ”

“The red jacket approaches, the door lock vibrates, the door lock vibrates, the sound wakes the child up, and the child disappears as soon as he wakes up, so I only have one chance.” Chen Gong glanced at the child in bed: “He was deaf in his ears but could hear the sound of the blood door, and what the child had lost could be hidden in the door. ”

Take out the repeater, Chen Gong holds it in his arms, and then he takes out the broken ballpoint pen and puts it in his pocket.

Drawing on his last lesson, he was afraid to put everything in his backpack.

When he was ready, Chan took a deep breath, staring closely at the door lock and rushing towards the door at full speed.

Blood door felt the threat, door lock vibrated violently, sleeping child's eyelashes moved a little, Chen Gong pushed the door as he was about to open his eyes.

In the pitch-black bedroom, the boy sat up from the bed and looked around, stuttering in his mouth repeating the words dad.

……

The stink of stinking nostrils poured into his nostrils, and Chen Gong looked around with his backpack, a very dilapidated rental apartment.

Seventy-eight families on the ground floor share a bathroom and kitchen.

The aisle is filled with all kinds of debris, the ground is full of stinking sewage, and occasionally you can see some rotten vegetable leaves.

“Where am I?” Chen Gong looked back, behind him was a big iron door with rusty paint on it, and there was a big lock on it that couldn't escape: “Is this the door I was pushing? ”

Chen Guo took out a ballpoint pen and did a test. He found that he could communicate with employees and calmed down instantly.

“The scene behind the door is woven from the memory of the pusher, and the scene I'm in should be the deepest memory of the little boy. ”

Dirty and smelly, Jiang Ming's most unforgettable place and the house he now lives in are two extremes.

“It is also estimated that Jiang Ming's parents agreed that Jiang Jiu would take the children away because they lived here, but it was quite repugnant that they were involved in money and that the father of the little boy even wrote threatening letters and sent bills to extort them. ”

Jiang Ming's biological parents did not seem to regard Jiang Ming as their child, they simply used him as a means of earning money, and they had no idea what their child was going through.

“The scene behind this door is the apartment building, and the most unforgettable thing for Jiang Ming should be here.” Chen Gong walked forward with his backpack. Not far out, he saw a wooden plaque hanging at the door of the house around the corner. The plaque said something - if anything, please drag the light rope next to him repeatedly.

“Does the boy live here? If you have a hearing impairment, knocking on the door is really useless.” Chen Guo dragged down the light rope and the light in the rental house lit up. He dragged it several times, but no one came to open the door for him.

“The boy can't hear, but his parents shouldn't have much of a problem.” Chen Gong looked at the lights in the house and knocked on the door with his hands up.

With his fingers touching the iron gate, Chan Sing didn't push at all, but he made a very loud noise and suddenly surprised himself.

“How did this happen?” Chen Gong stopped quickly, and he slowly realized what was special about the scene.

Quiet, no sound, dead silence.

“Is this how Jiang Ming's world works? ”

People who are naturally deaf and dumb should have no concept of sound. But those who lose hearing the day after tomorrow have voices in their memories, and their minds are not quiet, just an unbreakable film between reality and memory.

It's a thin, thin layer of film, just like the world on either side, but it just can't convey its own voice.

After the knocking stopped, the scene behind the door became slightly different and the smell in the air was more intense, with a mixture of alcohol.

Without any signs, a man's face suddenly appeared at the end of the second staircase, like a beach of boneless mud, his arms connected to the wine bottle, the glass bottle grew directly into the meat, and he supported himself towards Chan Song with this deformed hand.