The voice was very clear and loud, and it sounded very familiar to her ears. It was so familiar that Martha had been familiar with it for more than ten years.
Smith!
This is Smith's voice, her husband's voice!
As expected, if Martha had been in a state of fear earlier, then when she heard her husband's voice again after a long time, she was slightly stunned. The next moment, the woman's face changed suddenly as if she was grasping a life-saving straw, and she used her hands and feet to escape.
He stood up and immediately opened his eyes wide and looked around again.
It was obvious that Martha recognized who the owner of the voice was, and she also realized through the voice that her husband should be nearby. After all, she was only a woman. At times like this, what she needed was protection, and she needed someone by her side to protect her.
As for who the protector is? I believe that no one can be as reliable as my husband who has been with me for many years.
(Husband is nearby, my husband is nearby, Smith is calling me!)
She thought so, and it was indeed the case. Just like the above action, Martha felt happy when she noticed her husband's presence. As soon as she got up, in addition to looking around with wide eyes, she also hurriedly shouted:
"Is that you Smith? I'm here! I'm here! I'm on the street, where are you? Where are you?"
"I'm so scared. That murderous madman is chasing me. Smith, where are you? Wuwuwu..."
While shouting, Martha showed her true feelings, crying and shouting like a missing person who has been away from home for a long time, wantonly venting the pressure in her heart and frantically venting her inner fear.
The weird thing is……
In the following time, no matter how she shouted or how much she cried, her husband, who had always loved her in the impression, never showed up. After calling her, there was no movement or response.
All that is left is the sound of the wind.
rustle.
The cold wind covered the town, blowing everything, rustling the maple trees on both sides, and making Martha's hair flutter in the wind.
The entire street was filled with only the woman's increasingly urgent shouting.
"Smith, are you talking? Why don't you talk? Where are you? Come out quickly, come out quickly..."
"Martha, I'm here!"
Suddenly, just when the woman was getting more and more surprised by her husband's silence and unwillingness to show up, her husband's voice came again from a certain direction. Not only that, this time the voice was clearer and louder than before, even louder.
Martha has been able to hear the location of the sound.
"Martha, I'm here! Come here quickly, I'm safe here, come here quickly!"
Sure enough, Martha, who had been surprised and uneasy before, found out that her husband's voice sounded again and did not listen. A big stone fell in her heart. She immediately looked in the direction of the sound, to the left side of the street, to a building on the left.
Abandoned houses with intact doors and windows.
(The husband is in that house, 100% there!)
"Hey, Martha, what's wrong with you? Come in quickly! I'm right inside!"
Da da da!
Then, Martha moved, and under the urging of her husband, she ran straight to the house on the left. She ran towards the house with great joy. Needless to say, she finally found her husband. What else could there be for Martha, who had been frightened for a long time?
What could make her happier than finding a husband?
only……
squeak.
When she opened the door and entered the living room of the house, Martha, who had been so excited just now, was slightly stunned.
In the field of vision, the living room full of clutter was as dark and dilapidated as expected, but when I looked around, I couldn't find my husband?
Fortunately, this doubt did not last long. Before Martha could open her mouth to ask, the next second, from the bedroom with the door closed, her husband's clearer words reminded her: "I'm in the bedroom, come in quickly.
"
What happened next was very simple. It was confirmed that the other party was in the bedroom. Although she was a little puzzled as to why Smith had to hide in the bedroom, Martha, who was eager to join her husband in a state of panic that had been suppressed for a long time, ran over without hesitation.
, pushed open the door, and immediately entered this small bedroom that was pitch dark because the doors and windows were closed.
"Smith, are you in there? It's so dark here, where are you?"
It was almost as expected. When she came to the bedroom, she found that the environment was dark, and she had not seen her husband at first sight. Martha, who was a little suspicious, immediately asked. At the same time, in order to see her husband as soon as possible, she also thought of something.
Subconsciously, he reached into his pocket while walking forward, apparently wanting to use the light of his mobile phone to see his surroundings.
However, at this moment, as soon as he took out his mobile phone and even before he pressed the light button, the bedroom door behind him that had not been closed because he entered the door too hastily closed on its own in an instant, so hard that it even let out a
A dull crashing sound.
Bang!
"ah!"
Sure enough, the sudden closing of the door made Martha scream in fright, her heart suddenly lifted, cold sweat spread all over her back, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her cell phone fell to the ground.
Because she was too frightened and didn't understand why the door closed inexplicably by itself, she was finally frightened. In addition to breaking out in a cold sweat, during the scream, the woman's long-lost fear also covered her body again, making her tremble and let go.
He was so timid that she even felt a faint chill, a chill that was several times stronger than when she was chased by the murderous madman!
And as time passed by, unknowingly, Martha discovered that...the chill that originally only enveloped her heart slowly turned into an external chill, becoming a real cold that could be directly felt by the body!
Cold! So cold, really cold!
Yes, just now, just when the door suddenly closed, a rising low temperature swept through the bedroom, covering the room, completely filling this small and dark room in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, I don't know whether it was due to excessive fear or low temperature. She turned around suddenly following the sound of the door closing. In addition to shaking all over, Martha also lost the courage to go over and check. Instead, she stared ahead with eyes full of horror, staring at the quilt.
The door was shielded by darkness and could not be seen clearly. She felt that there was something in front of her, something terrible, so she opened her eyes desperately, trying to see everything clearly, trying to discover what was ahead.
pity……
She couldn't see, couldn't see anything. No matter how wide she opened her eyes, no matter how trembling and horrified she was, her field of vision was still black, and there was nothing else but black.
Gradually, Martha began to retreat. Driven by the tremor, she subconsciously retreated towards the interior of the bedroom. Her face was full of fear, and her mouth was whispering in an obviously trembling voice: "Smith, yes... yes
You? You, where are you? Where are you... are you..."
The sound stopped suddenly.
Martha, who was muttering to herself just now, stopped talking for an instant, and even stopped retreating.
the reason is……
As he was retreating, his back hit something, something chilling to the bone in the darkness.