My House of Horrors

"You should go first. I heard that this haunted house adopts a system of fear grading, and it is rare to enter the highest difficulty scene. I want to turn around again." The night was carefully placed in the president's office and did not come out.

The noise emitted by the recorder is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more sounds in the current sound.

It’s like someone is breathing and it’s like crying.

Han Qiuming looked at the time, only two minutes left, he did not force: "Well, then you pay attention to safety."

After he finished, he ran to the outside with the tape recorder alone.

Looking at the back of Han Qiuming’s hasty running, the night’s calmness has been broken, and the beautiful nephews are slowly growing.

"How does he seem to be climbing a man on his back?"

She is a determined atheist, and because of this she can unscrupulously enter the haunted house for evaluation, and she firmly believes that all this is false.

But just now, she saw something that could not be fully explained by her previous experience.

"Who is the person on his back? Should it be an individual?"

......

Han Qiuming ran wildly with the recorder: "There are two more minutes!"

The body is getting colder and colder. Han Qiuming doesn't know where the problem is. The coolness comes from behind, penetrates into the body, and goes to the heart.

"pain……"

There is a voice in the ear, if there is nothing, it is like a woman kneeling on her shoulder.

"Who!" Han Qiuming jerked his head and looked back. There was nothing on his shoulders.

"I got it wrong?"

He speeded up, and now there is only one thought in his mind, and he has to leave here.

"Things have already arrived, and they will win when they go out. The face lost by the Rattan Hospital will be earned by me!"

Regardless of disregard, Han Qiuming speeded up and ran forward.

"It hurts..."

The voice was closer, and it came to the ear from the shoulder and seemed to be drilled into the ear hole.

"It hurts!"

"Ah!" In the air, Han Qiu Ming’s waving hands: "Get out! What!"

No one around him responded to him. In the dark corridor, there was only his own echo and rustling current.

"Is this recorder a ghost?" In addition to himself, only the recorder can make a sound, Han Qiuming brought it to his eyes, the tape was spinning, and the indicator light did not know when it turned from green to red.

"Is that it?"

Han Qiuming racked his brains and couldn't think of what the principle was. The time was decreasing. He bit his teeth and continued to run forward with the tape recorder.

"The recorder is definitely a problem, but it is the key to the success of customs clearance! It is hard to find, how can it be thrown away? That is not wasting all the hard work before!"

In the heart, Han Qiuming sang Chen Song with a **** head: "Shameless! Too mean!"

Now, as long as you take the tape recorder and run out, even if you pass the customs clearance, this is also the most tangled place. Throw away the recorder and feel the horror of not being thrown away.

There is no way, this is almost a solution level for ordinary people!

"Puzzle!" Han Qiuming bit his teeth, in order to pass through the ghost house of Chen Ge, he really came out of his life.

Running all the way, the shoulders are getting more and more heavy, and there seems to be something pressed on the back. The cold feeling is soaked into the bone marrow.

"It hurts..."

The sound behind him gradually became clear, changing from a fuzzy male voice to a female voice.

Listening to more mature, there is a hint of helplessness and despair.

"Wait!"

When this sound started, Han Qiuming’s hair was set up: "Where did I hear this voice?"

He was almost shocked. He was in a haunted house with no intersection. In this crisis, he heard a very familiar voice.

"Where did you hear it?"

The cold sweat slides down the forehead. He knows very few female friends, and there is no such thing as this age.

"No, I must have heard of it."

The memories of the deepest thoughts came out, and Han Qiu-ming suddenly remembered one night before the big six months ago.

He was modifying the design plan of the Tato hospital. In order to increase the attraction of the haunted house, he ignored the opposition of others and resolutely decided to join the singular death of Xu Zhenzhen and his daughter as a gimmick.

In order to design a dark line, let Xu Zhenzhen be a more realistic female ghost, he found a lot of information about Xu Zhenzhen.

The woman used to work in her father's hospital. Later, she was expelled because of the doctor-patient dispute. At that time, the patient was very fierce, and there was even a video on the Internet.

The patient's family ran to the hospital to make trouble, accusing Xu Zhenzhen, Xu Zhenzhen, wearing a white coat, surrounded by other doctors and nurses.

She whispered, but no one listened carefully to her words. Later, the scene was out of control. She was pushed to the ground and her fingers did not know who was stepping on it.

"It hurts..."

"Yes! It's this voice!"

Han Qiu-ming’s scalp has to be blown up. He heard a voice from a dead man in a haunted house!

Throwing the tape recorder on the ground, even if he gave Han Qiu Ming ten courage, he would not go to the tape recorder again.

"Why is Xu Zhenzhen's voice going into the recorder? Is it made by Chen's deliberately? It's impossible! He didn't know that we were going to the third ward because it was because of my proposal." Tyumen really wants to smoke himself with a big mouth: "I am really a mouth!"

"The tape recorder was originally the thing of the Rattan Hospital. Didn't my fictional Xu Zhenzhen become a real ghost?" His body temperature is falling, his skin is cold, his shoulders are getting heavier and heavier: "Go out and say, it's too evil." This place is too evil."

Han Qiuming ran forward, but he did not run a few steps away, he began to gasp when he was tired, and the soft slamming on it was not able to force it, and the body still felt more and more heavy.

"What happened? It was like carrying something?" Han Qiu-ming glanced behind him, and the recorder was thrown at the corner of the wall. Because he fell on the bedding, there was no damage and he continued to work.

The tape was spinning in the recorder, like a weird smile, and it looked like a whirlpool staring at it.

"I have to escape."

The recorder is far away, but the current of the rust is still ringing in the ear.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

The voice of the woman continues to afflict Han Qiuming’s brain, and his face gradually becomes paralyzed: "Don’t quarrel! I won't make you noisy!"

He hit the air, circled in place, and wanted to find out where the sound came from. He always felt that there was a woman's face on his back.

"roll!"

He took out his mobile phone and turned on the glare. He turned on the camera function behind him. When he turned the camera, he was familiar. He had seen countless faces in newspapers and hospital materials.

"Xu, Xu Zhenzhen!"

The phone dropped, Han Qiuming ran to the end of the corridor, his body was getting colder and colder, and the voice followed.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Turning around the corner, Han Qiuming returned to the place where the doll was lying down. He didn't pay attention to the changes in these dolls and rushed forward.

I don't know what's going on. He obviously looked at the road carefully, but the calf was still caught by something. The whole person fell heavily in the middle of a pile of dolls, and the high myopia on his face flew out!

"My glasses!"

Han Qiu Ming was kneeling on the ground, surrounded by blurring, hands, feet and heads everywhere.

He climbed in the direction of his glasses, but the glasses moved between the dolls and moved further and further away from him.

Worse, in the midst of ecstasy and darkness, countless human heads and cripples approached him.

"What?? Don't come over! Help! Help!"