There are clothes hanging all around, stained with blood, most of which were worn by the deceased. Every piece of clothing here represents a desperate memory.
In this maze of clothes of the deceased, Han Fei encountered his first crisis.
The red dress and the madman who entered the closet together disappeared. Han Fei, who was parked alone, was discovered by something in the closet.
The slender arms were of different lengths, obviously belonging to different people, but they seemed to be on the same body.
The bloody clothes were gently pushed aside, and the twisted hand reached into the pocket of the clothes. It carefully searched for the items left by the deceased, extracted the last memories of the deceased, and then ate them as snacks.
There was obviously no wind in the closet, but all the bloody clothes were swaying slightly, like corpses standing under the water, except that what was floating was not their black hair, but the spreading bloodshot threads.
Suppressed to the point of being breathless, more and more arms emerged from a certain direction, and the pale fingers seemed to have noses and ears. Even though Han Fei tried his best to avoid them, he was still noticed by the other party.
Its movements gradually became rough, and the hanging bloody clothes were pushed away. One of its arms seemed to suddenly find something. Suddenly, the giant python swimming in the underground river suddenly slithered towards Han Fei!
Pulling out the death knife, his muscles tensed up, Han Fei was about to activate the ghost pattern, but at this moment, a music box was knocked over a few meters away from his left, and strange but familiar music sounded in the closet.
The moment the sound appeared, the pale arms left and changed direction. From a corner that Han Fei had not noticed before, several more arms emerged, and they simultaneously grabbed the location of the music box.
"so much?"
Han Fei only saw one arm, but in fact there were five arms approaching quietly.
A bloody coat behind him touched Han Fei's cheek, his shoulders sank suddenly, and a bandaged hand fell on him.
Turning around, Han Fei found a woman in her early thirties standing behind her. Her left hand was scratched by something and she was holding a fruit knife in her right hand.
Without speaking, the woman's eyes signaled Han Fei to follow her.
Bend down and retreat quietly.
The woman seemed to know the wardrobe very well. She judged the direction based on the location and area of the blood stains on the clothes. She led Han Fei for a few minutes before she stopped.
"Why did you come in here?" Squatting down, the woman finally spoke. Her vocal cords felt like broken glass rubbing against each other, making every word uncomfortable.
"I always feel that there is something wrong with my wardrobe. I keep dreaming about this wardrobe. Frankly speaking, I don't know if I am in a nightmare or in reality." Han Fei's expression was impeccable and panicked.
, confused and frightened, forcing himself to be calm, but unable to completely conceal his uneasiness. It is hard to imagine that a face can express so many emotions so clearly, and it still feels very natural.
"This is not a nightmare, this is a place scarier than a nightmare. Everything is real." The woman curled up in the bloody clothes, trying to cover her body with the bloody clothes.
"Then how did you get here? It feels like you have lived here for a long time?" Han Fei looked at the woman. She was well-proportioned and relatively strong, with obvious muscles visible on her forearms.
"I came in to look for my son." The woman's voice was very low: "I have forgotten the specific time. At that time, my son always cried when he went to bed at night. One day, he suddenly ran into my house at midnight and said that there was something in the closet.
Someone was watching him and he was scared."
"Didn't you take his words to heart?"
"I checked the closet for him, and there was nothing in it." The woman held the knife and said in a low voice: "I decided to sleep with him that night, but in the middle of the night, I was woken up by a voice. I opened my eyes.
I opened my eyes and looked towards the voice, and found my son standing alone in front of the closet, mumbling something..."
"I couldn't hear her clearly, it seemed like she was saying - now she is my mother, don't come to play with me anymore, it's very dark inside the cabinet, something like that."
"There were no lights on in the room, and I was frightened at the time. I didn't dare to move until the cabinet door slowly opened, and there were pieces of clothing hanging inside."
"When I was glad that everything was normal, a woman's face was vaguely revealed from behind the hanging clothes. She looked eighty-nine times similar to me! What scared me the most was that she seemed to be looking at me.
The more she looked at me, the more her face became like mine."
"I sat up from the bed and turned on the light. Then something even more disturbing happened. I found my son lying behind me. The boy standing in front of the closet was gone, but the closet door was still open.
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"After my son woke up, he rubbed his eyes and asked me - Mom, what's wrong?"
"But when I heard him calling me mom, I couldn't help but feel chills in my heart. A doubt appeared in my mind - is he really my son?"
The woman held the knife in her hand, and when she spoke, she did not forget to be alert to her surroundings.
"From that day on, I felt like I was going crazy. I would always hear the child's voice in the room, and I would always see my son running across the room."
"I started to search for the origin of the wardrobe. I brought the wardrobe back from the second-hand market. It was well made and the price was very cheap. I thought it was a leak at the time, but later I asked a professional and found out that there was something like this in the wardrobe.
People have died."
"I went home and planned to throw away the wardrobe, but when I entered the house I couldn't find my son. The only possibility I could think of was that the wardrobe had stolen my son."
Veins appeared on the back of the woman's hand holding the knife: "I didn't dare to destroy the wardrobe. I was afraid that after destroying it, I would never find my son again. From that day on, I bought all kinds of things, every day.
Stay outside the closet at night."
"I slept during the day and guarded the cupboard at night, but nothing happened."
"I stayed up like this for a long time. One time I was so tired that I accidentally slept until the night."
"When I opened my eyes again, the closet door that had been closed was opened, and there seemed to be something hidden behind the clothes."
"I opened my clothes, found the prepared gasoline, held a fire, poured it out, and entered the closet. I was already prepared. If I couldn't find my son, I would come back before the gasoline was poured out and put the gasoline directly into the closet.
The wardrobe burned."
"But what I didn't expect was that this wardrobe seemed to be at the junction of dreams and reality. The fire went out inexplicably before I got very far, and the lighter couldn't be turned on at all."
"What's worse is that there are all kinds of monsters hidden in the closet, and they started chasing me crazily. I was lucky enough to survive because of my luck."
