My House of Horrors

Six Hundred and Thirtieth Chapters No Escape

"Is this man abusing animals, or animals abusing people?"

The drunk man looked at those photos, and the cruel images on them made him very uncomfortable.

He put the photos back into the drawer without reading them all. When he retracted his hands, he suddenly felt sticky in his palms.

With the help of the mobile phone's light, the drunk man's eyelids jumped suddenly, and the hand he flipped the photo was covered in black and red blood.

"I haven't touched anything except the photo! Could this blood come from the photo?"

Standing alone in an empty and gloomy small building, there seemed to be something running back and forth in the corridor, the wind chime was ringing lightly, and there was a monster with a human head that looked like a mop in the yard outside the house.

In this case, the drunk would not dare to leave the room casually.

"The monster that sprinkled dog hair on the window sill just now is on the second floor. This room is the farthest from the stairs, so it's the safest room."

He didn't dare to leave, worried that the monster would stand outside as soon as he opened the door.

But staying in the room, he was very flustered: "How could there be blood oozing out of the photo? It should be that my hand accidentally rubbed somewhere in the drawer, maybe there is a mezzanine hidden in the drawer."

Gathering up his courage, the drunk took out the bottom drawer of the desk and put it on the ground.

This time he saw clearly that there were only photos in the drawer.

"Is the blood really flowing from the photo?" The attempt in real life was subverted, his hairs stood on his head, and he had an urgent urge to leave the room.

Looking at those photos, the drunk found something very strange.

All the photos of the abuse of living people do not capture the human face, and in all the photos of the abuse of animals, when the animal is dying, there is always a hand pinching the neck of the animal, revealing the animal's face as if showing a trophy.

"What a pervert." I don't know if it's because I've been looking at it for a long time, or because of other reasons, the drunk man found that all the animals in those photos seemed to be smiling.

"It's the first time I've seen such an expression on a dog's face. They should be smiling, right? A dog that can laugh?" The drunk shuddered. He didn't dare to get close to the photos on the ground and glanced around. The longer you stay in the room, the more terrifying it seems: "I always feel that this building is scarier than the one just now."

hands on the sheets,

The drunk man wanted to wipe off the blood on his palm, but when he pressed his fingers hard, it seemed that he touched something.

After hesitating again and again, he lifted the sheet, and a strong stench came out.

On the mattress of the wooden bed, there was a puddle of human-shaped blood that had already solidified.

Just from the shape on the mattress, it can be seen that the victim died in pain. The blood spurted from the stomach to the surroundings. It seemed that it was thrown down by some wild beast, and then it was bitten through the neck and stomach.

The drunk is just a businessman, he has never seen such a scene.

The body seems to be petrified, and the brain can't control the body at all.

His scalp was numb, and there was a rush of air in his lungs. He bit his hand at the last moment, so he didn't scream.

"Someone died in the room! On this bed!"

These two thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, he didn't dare to stay here anymore, for people living in peaceful times, this was the closest a drunk was to words like death and murder.

His pupils trembled slightly, and it took him a long time to react, and he threw the sheet in his hand aside.

Looking down at his feet, the faces of the animals in the photos came to mind: "That dog is smiling, that dog is really smiling! I saw it right!"

The drunk man was frightened to the point of nervousness, but it really wasn't his fault. Hearing while drunk, the world seemed to be different after waking up.

Everything here was something he hadn't encountered before, not even in his nightmares.

"You must leave, you must not stay here!"

The drunk man leaned against the wall and walked to the window, holding on to the curtains, but he didn't have the courage to open them. He was really frightened.

"Squeak..."

Hesitating in his heart, the drunk's legs are trembling, but sometimes it is very strange, the more you are afraid, the more strange things will happen, they seem to know the weakness of the human heart.

There was a strange noise somewhere in the house, like a mouse gnawing on something.

"It seems to be coming from under the bed..."

The drunk didn't try to kill himself, he squatted down and looked under the bed. When the voice became louder, he directly opened the curtains.

The window of the bedroom had been half opened, and through the glass, when the drunk looked out, a face was also looking in.

The black hair sticking together like rags fell down, and the thin and pale face began to squeeze into the room desperately!

"Snapped"

The drunk man slammed the window hard with all his strength, the sound was loud, his mind went blank, the action of closing the window just now was his subconscious behavior.

Through the thin glass, the upright human head was stuck against the window, the cracked mouth slowly opened, and the broken teeth collided with the glass, as if to say that they finally found you.

After locking the window, the drunk felt that all his strength had been exhausted. He fell to the ground as soon as he sat down, looking up at the erected human head outside the window.

Before he could recover, his pants were soaked by something, and the cold and sticky feeling was very uncomfortable.

Still in shock, he glanced down and saw that he was sitting on the photo, and a blood stain was spreading on his pants.

His eyes widened, and the drunk man saw that in all the photos of animals being abused on the ground, the heads of the animals were missing, and black and red blood was oozing from the severed necks of the animals.

The drunk man almost suffocated, he rolled and stood up.

"Boom! Boom!"

The window was hit by someone's head, and the drunk man didn't dare to look at it, he propped himself up and ran out of the house.

"Help, help, where are the others?!" He came to the corridor, trying to hide in another room, but just as he came out, he saw a black figure lying on the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

Like a dog, but also like a human being!

"what?"

Not daring to approach the stairs, the drunk turned and hid in another room.

He didn't even look at it, he directly closed the door, and after locking it, he leaned against the door and gasped for breath.

For an ordinary person, he was already mentally strong before being frightened mad.

"No, you have to run out to meet other people!" The drunk man remembered the good news of other passengers at this moment, he pushed the table behind the door and began to look around the room.

Gas stove, refrigerator, and a large cupboard.

"Is this where they cook?"

The drunk looked around, the sweat dripping from his forehead like crazy, he ran into the kitchen of this two-story building, the bad thing is that the kitchen has no windows.

"It's over."

There was the sound of glass breaking outside, and the sound of wind chimes in the corridor became louder and louder. The drunk was unwilling to give up. Driven by a strong desire to survive, he began to rummage through the kitchen for useful things.

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