My House of Horrors

The old lady was hospitalized for treatment and rented the house to the salesperson.

The salesman is a foreigner. In his thirties, according to the company's requirements, he wears a white shirt every day. The style is polite and polite.

The salesman on the surface and in the air, in fact, has been riddled with holes. He is a very unlucky person.

No matter what you do, you will always fail for somehow.

Sometimes there are some strange things happening around me, such as nightmares in the big night, dreaming that my wife was put into a drawer by a corpse, tangled, worried about one night, and when I got up in the morning, I remembered that I had no girlfriend at all.

Going out of the clear sky, just halfway through, it was pouring rain, the clothes were soaked, I thought of eating breakfast at the breakfast shop, and I found that my wallet was lost.

I couldn't get out of the car and walked to the company. After being late, I was beaten by the boss. The customers who received the whole day did not want to see him. The worst thing was that when I got home, I found that the door was opened and the thief was still in the house.

A rough day for others is just a daily routine for the salesperson.

What makes him desperate compared to those unlucky things is that the house where he lives is still haunted!

He lives alone in the old house, watching TV at night and wanting to relax. Whenever he sees a happy place, he is still not happy, and there is a laugh behind him.

There are many similar things. Half of the bath is washed. Some people will give him a shampoo. If there is no paper in the toilet, a roll of toilet paper will roll in from the outside of the bathroom.

He used to be a staunch atheist, but the experience of renting this house is slowly subverting his worldview.

In order to prove that he did not get mental illness, he bought a camera and filmed it in the house.

After a week, he found that there seemed to be a ghost in the house, and the ghost was hidden in the drawer!

The salesman tried to seal all the wardrobes and drawers in the house with wooden boards, and the ghosts never appeared again. However, he became more and more unlucky. About a month later, he was dismissed by his superiors and there was a car accident on his way home.

After the salesman died, he knew that there was a evil spirit on his body. He used to be a ghost in the apartment to help him suppress it. Later, he sealed the drawer and the closet. The evil spirit had no other ghosts and checks, and finally killed him.

The protagonist of the fourth story is a landlord's old lady. She rented a house and several of the tenants had an accident. My heart was extremely embarrassed. She stubbornly thought that everything was her fault.

Slowly, the spirit of the old man has a problem. She always feels that her child and the first two tenants have not left. Everyone still lives in this old house.

She asked the neighbors and the people around him over and over again, knowing that the neighbors of the old house had avoided the old lady and thought that she was an ominous woman and intended to alienate.

Some people have escaped, and they have moved away. The number of tenants in the building has become less and less, and the old lady has become more and more silent.

Slowly, the community did not know when there was a haunted legend in a room, and the old lady became synonymous with ghosts and abnormalities.

Everyone is far away from her, no one wants to deal with her.

After a while, the old lady met a poor and troubled painter under the bridge.

The painter's nose and face were swollen. It seems that he had just fought with people. The old lady sympathized with him and wanted the painter to draw a picture for his dead son.

Originally, she just wanted to find a reason to sponsor the painter's meal. As a result, who knows the character that the painter has drawn, is very similar to his son, not only in appearance, but also in temperament and eyes.

The old lady cherished the painter's painting and hung it in the house.

What she didn't expect was the next evening, someone ran to rent a house, and the new tenant was the painter.

The painter did not think that the landlord would be an old lady. He just searched the old town and found that the house was the cheapest.

Life is a myriad of coincidences. The painter meets the first person in life who appreciates him and wins the first fan. The old lady also meets someone who is not afraid of her and is willing to talk to her.

The painter became a new tenant in the old house. The old lady only symbolically collected some expenses from the painter. She regarded the painter as her own child. The favorite thing to do was to listen to the painter's dreams.

After a month or two of this, the old lady gradually discovered some strange places on the painter.

Painters often talk to their own paintings, and every night, there will be strange noises in the painter's room.

In the third month, the old lady was really curious, and sneaked into his room while the painter went out to submit the manuscript.

As a result, she found a hand-made comic booklet in the drawer of the painter's work table, which contained four stories.

A strange style of painting, a horrible plot, every character seems to have come alive.

Even more incredible is that the first three comic stories correspond to the son of the old man, the English teacher and the salesman.

The older man became more and more scared, and then she opened the fourth story. What she didn't expect was that the hero of the fourth story turned out to be her own, telling what happened after she met the painter.

The fourth story ends here, and the last story is the next story.

The fifth story is very short. Similar to Fan, the protagonist is a cartoonist with a standard middle-aged frustrated face, a very sad and decadent look.

The cartoon introduces his day's life. He gets up at 5:20 in the morning. He is full of energy and cheers himself in the mirror. Then he takes out the drawing paper from the drawer and proofread the draft.

Busy until 8:20, he organized all the drafts, took the package and went to a local publishing house in Jiujiang to recommend his own comics to the editor.

The result was that he spent a month of hard work being denied in fifteen minutes, and the whole person seemed to walk out of the office like a dead body.

He took the draft, sat next to the road, looked at the bustling city, and waited until the sky was dark before he went home.

Walking through the twisted city, into the dark corridor, then he opened the door to Room 304.

The warm light was on him, and the old lady of the landlord made a good meal for him. The old man said that he saw his painting this morning and he painted very well.

The painter has forgotten that he was rejected for the first time. He said sorry to the old man, and I am afraid that he will not continue painting any more.

Going back to his room, the cartoonist locked the door and sat alone in the corner of the hut with his legs.

He looked at the rejection letter full of a drawer and buried his head deep in his chest.

After failing again and again, he threw the rejected painting into a trash and threw it in the trash.

He kept complaining and felt wronged. He said that he didn't have the talent to paint. He decided to give up everything. Even if he jumped upstairs, he would never paint again.

I kept talking to myself until 12 o'clock in the evening, and the exhausted cartoonist fell asleep on the mat.

The lights in the hut flashed a bit and suddenly went out.

The smashed paper in the trash can ran out, flattened a little, and was carefully placed in the cupboard, and the tabletop was repackaged.

The last part of the comics turned black and white, and the cartoonist in the hustle and bustle had fallen asleep, but there were a few "people" around him.

Headed by a tall and thin man, he grabbed a quilt with the left hand and put it on the cartoonist, and it was really unreasonable to read it in his mouth.

Next to him is a woman whose body is like a building block. The woman looks beautiful and frowns. She throws away a very small part of the cartoonist's paintings, and then carefully pours out all the scraps.

In addition, there was a man in a black shirt standing at the table, and he was working on a draft of the cartoonist with a pen.

The night passed quickly. At 5:20 the next morning, the alarm clock sounded on time, and the cartoonist suddenly woke up from his dream.

He turned off the alarm clock, picked up the mirror and looked at the face in the mirror, and began to cheer for himself.

"It’s another day full of energy, and more efforts! To the poor but to talk, not to die will always be in the first place!"