My House of Horrors

“So simple?” Han Qiuming and several other staff at the Rattan Hospital felt incredible. The recorder was so large that it was easy for them to find.

"Chen Bo, are you kidding?" At night, she carefully took out her own small book. She evaluated so many haunted houses. This is the first time I saw a haunted house using a tape recorder as an experience project.

"The tape recorder was originally taken out from the Rattan Hospital. It was just returned to them by this opportunity." Chen Ge locked several exemptions into the cabinet, and probably didn't know when it would be used.

"Have you given up?" Han Qiuming seems to be quite disappointed.

"Please come here." Chen Ge ignored him, led the way in front, and several people walked through the corridor to the door of the zombie resurrection night scene.

"The props at the beginning of the century seem to have not been maintained for half a month. The dolls do the same as the children, and the various props are piled up indiscriminately. There is no story and plot. You want to use this scene to insult us. "Han Qiu-ming's eyes are very poisonous, and at a glance, the problem of the zombie's resurrection night is out.

Not to mention the staff of the Rattan Hospital, that is, the night of care and the fall of the Soviet Union also felt that there was no bright spot in this scene.

Han Qiu-ming commented on the shortcomings of the resurrection night of the zombies, and stepped into it, but was stopped by the person in charge, Guo Wei.

"Old Guo, what do you stop me doing?"

The person in charge of the Rattan Hospital shook his head. His heartbeat was very fast, and he felt guilty wrong: "The atmosphere in this place is very strange."

"What's weird?"

"I can't say it, it's different from the normal room. It has a special feeling." The person in charge took a sigh of relief: "I had a similar feeling when I went to the hospital for a visit to Xu Zhenzhen. In the heart of the daytime. Very panic, I only ran out after seeing one-fifth."

"Don't scare yourself." Han Qiuming opened the hand of the person in charge and entered the night of the zombie resurrection.

"I haven't used this scene for a long time. For some reasons, I haven't changed it." Chen Ge looked at Han Qiuming and wondered why he thought of Fei Youliang. Maybe after Mr. Han visited, Fei Youliang was in the hospital. I won't feel lonely.

When the wooden board was opened and a cold rushed to the ground, Chen Song glanced over several tourists and pointed to the dark staircase: "The third ward you are visiting is underground."

"underground?"

Several tourists were surrounded and looked at the ladder where they did not know where to go. The bottom of my heart began to breed an inexplicable mood.

There are unfinished test papers on the cracked ladder. There is a faint smell in the air, and it is not pungent. It is easy to make bad associations.

"On the left is Fuyang Middle School, and on the right is the third ward. The two scenes are connected to each other, so don't go wrong." Chen Ge finally sighed a few words: "These two scenes are very large, you are best. Don't spread it out."

After the account was finished, Chen Song took out his mobile phone: "Find the recorder in twenty minutes, take it out, and the game is over."

A few tourists did not move, and finally did not know who pushed Han Qiu Ming from behind, this haunted house designer with high myopia glasses stood up.

"Don't delay the time."

Under the urging of Chen Ge, several tourists stepped on the stairs into the underground scene.

After the last person entered, Chen Song picked up the wooden board next to him and waved them: "I wish you a happy time."

When the board was closed, Chen Song returned to the general control room, and he made a difficult time in picking the background music of the haunted house.

On weekdays, ordinary visitors are welcome. He has rarely used the background music of Black Friday and the wedding dress, but only occasionally caught in the track as an egg.

"Han Qiu Ming is a haunted house designer. He can see the shortcomings of the zombie resurrection night at a glance. This person has real skills. The other staff of the Tato hospital have long been used to the atmosphere of the haunted house. The general scare is simply scary. They are careful professional haunted house testers, and they are naturally courageous. Only Su Luo is the innocent people who are brought in by the responsible person."

After Chen Gesi thought about it, the tourists were all professionals. At this time, releasing water is a disrespect for them.

Clicking the mouse, Chen Ge whispers between the two background music: "Which one is more suitable? Forget it, only children can make choices. Everyone is an adult, there is no need to entangle."

He added all the two songs to the list, then went to the dressing room, put on the uniform of the broken doctor, and added a makeup to himself.

"They shouldn't think that the face under the human skin mask would be even more horrible?"

All packed up, the doctor of the broken skull Chen Song holding the faceless nurse uniform into the third ward scene.

......

The wooden board above the head slowly closed, and it seemed to be isolated along with warmth and hope.

The youngest Du Chao has been chilling. He hasn't entered the scene for more than ten seconds. He has already begun to regret it. Yesterday, he should not be impulsive and promise the person in charge.

"I should learn from my sister and Lin Ge, I am still too young."

I don't know where the cold wind came from, and the blank test paper on the left corridor fluttered on the ground, making a rustling sound. There was a faint shadow in the classrooms on both sides. It seemed that something had noticed them.

The light was very dark. Several tourists stood in the same place for a minute. Finally, the person in charge, Guo Wei, stood up: "Mr. Han, you are the most experienced of us here. Today we can rely on you."

Han Qiuming pushed his glasses. After he entered the haunted house, he carefully observed it. From the atmosphere and the degree of scene reduction, the western suburbs of the horror house should exceed most of the haunted houses he had seen before.

"It's no wonder that dare to claim the most horrible haunted house in Jiujiang on the Internet is a bit interesting."

They stood in the hallway and looked far away, at the end of the left channel, or standing or lying, with a lot of strange dummy posing.

Staring at the dummies for a while, several tourists had a feeling of creepy feelings, as if the dummies were watching them.

"Boss, is the head of the doll on the ground just turning?" Song An grabbed Guo's arm.

"No." Guo Yan's face is not too good: "But I feel that the female student figure in the middle of the middle smiled at me."

"I seem to have seen it too. Did she take a step here? How do you feel that the distance is getting closer?"

"It should be an illusion..."

"You two are finished?" Han Qiuming walked in front of him: "The more terrible the scene on the left, the better it is for us. You should thank me."

"Thank you for what?" Xiao Du was hiding at the end and was considering whether to escape.

"That boss Chen is definitely not well! The scene on the left should be the main scene of his haunted house, which is the most terrible. Fortunately, I saw his thoughts ahead of time." Han Qiuming went to the right channel, here is a hospital disease. At the gate of the building, he grabbed the door handle with both hands: "If it weren't me, you should go to the left to visit now."

"It makes sense." Xiao Du echoed.

Song An also nodded: "The scene on the left is very horrible at first glance, but fortunately, the scene on the right has been chosen. Teacher Han has done a good job."

They all went to the right channel, only the person in charge, Guo Wei, was upset: "Chen Bo has given me a good impression, not like the kind of person who can lie."

"Is there a lie, we will know when we open the door."

Several people stood in the middle of the right channel, and Han Qiuwen pulled the door of the third ward with both hands.

The rust disappeared, the iron door made a harsh sound, the strong syrup taste hit the senses, the hysterical scratches and blood words remained on the mottled walls, and there was a scream in the open ward.

What’s even more shocking is that on this invisible black promenade, there are countless dummyes wrapped in bedding, like a raised tomb.

"This……"

The hands and feet were numb, and several people outside the door felt that their bodies seemed to be frozen. A cool air ran down the spine to the top of the head.