173. Chapter 173 Knocking on the door in the middle of the night
173. Chapter 173 A knock on the door in the middle of the night
Author: Ebony Thuja
When night came, the geologist was tossing and turning in bed, with complicated thoughts disturbing his mood. Since he couldn't sleep, he had to think of ways to pass the long night with entertainment.
Captain Linden told him not to come out if he heard any strange noises at night.
William heard the news he heard in Arkham, and his inner uneasiness became even stronger.
If he really couldn't sleep, he got up from the cheap iron frame bed, rubbed his temples, and turned on the weak electric light beside the bed. Fortunately, his luggage was thoughtfully placed outside the room.
There was a mottled wall, leaning against his box.
He reluctantly climbed out of the boat and staggered to his feet. He had been lying in bed for three days, and his whole body was almost stiff. A loud cracking sound could be heard when he moved the slightest, and his bones seemed to have become brittle.
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William moved his body with difficulty, soothing the stiff bones and muscles on the bed.
Very good, the captain had arranged for the crew to take care of him, and fed him some liquid food while he was in coma, so that he would not starve to death. After waking up, he also ate a little, and now he has accumulated some strength.
He rummaged through his suitcase and found a notebook.
Open it and look at the handwriting that may be neat or messy.
Some of them were even excerpted from the ritual runes of the cultists in Field Town and the cabin. Some of them were some occult knowledge told by the captain. He recorded all the knowledge that he found useful.
He pulled up a shabby but barely walkable chair, and under the dim light of the desk lamp, he flipped through his precious notebook and marked and recorded some information from time to time.
Especially the weird and crazy things he saw when he was in a coma, completely contrary to common sense.
Because of too much fear and horror, his memory kept resisting, preventing him from peeking into the dark memories and the despair before coma.
Even if he thought about it for a moment, his legs and fingers were trembling constantly, trying to record something, but he could barely draw some messy lines before.
He was completely unable to use words to describe what that terrible encounter had brought to him, whether it was a horror that ordinary humans could not bear, and even the slightest flash of light that was revealed shook his mind.
But for some reason, he hasn't encountered any weird changes now.
That seems completely different from what the captain mentioned.
William forced his mind to stay in a healthy state. He was no longer willing to pass out without knowing it.
He looked at the pen in his lap and the notebook that left a series of messy symbols, symbolizing his irritable thoughts.
William sighed, rubbed his hair, turned his head elsewhere, and observed the situation in that room.
The Gilman Hotel is a very shabby hotel in the small town of Beefield. The suffocating musty smell mixed with the fish smell that permeates the town makes people involuntarily focus on things related to death and decay.
That had to make the geologists who encountered the strange changes in Field Town feel nervous and anxious.
His mind couldn't help but recall the extreme stench, the green rotting liquid, and the rotten flesh all over the corridor, which made him feel nauseated.
Although……
The taste of Innsmouth is slightly lighter than that of Field Island.
In comparison, he found it quite acceptable.
I don’t know if my tolerance has become stronger.
After all, every town has a terrifying Lord of Rot that is more than fifty meters tall.
But it was still far beyond the seaside town he knew. The smell of fish there seemed to have exceeded the seaport city he knew. And along with the smell of fish, there was a musty smell of rotting liquid bean.
Another thing that made him uneasy was that the door to his room did not have a latch. The door still had clear marks that there had once been a latch, and that it had been recently removed. There was no doubt that that door had been bolted.
The situation, like everything else in that shabby hotel, seemed abnormal.
After a while, he seemed to hear creaking sounds in the stairs and corridors from time to time, as if someone was walking around. He thought that guests were starting to move into other rooms. But other than that, he didn't hear any other sounds.
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The sound of the geologist turning the pages became louder, which was enough to show his inner anxiety and uneasiness.
Captain Lyndon's steady voice rang in his ears. The captain had clearly told him when leaving his room that he must not leave the room when he heard strange noises at night.
It sounds like some kind of horror story, which usually contains rules that must not be violated, otherwise it will end in a very miserable ending.
That warning not only failed to calm the geologist down, but actually made him even more anxious, staring at the door unblinkingly.
Maybe there's another rotten monster out there.
he thought.
At that moment, a strange sound suddenly came from outside his window. It seemed like someone was whispering or singing in the square. The creepy tone was like scratching fish scales.
Goosebumps were spreading on his arms. He carefully opened the window a crack and looked at the empty square outside.
The Gilman Hotel was quite a distance from the square, but fortunately the moonlight was very bright, and the red gauze-like light spread eastward, illuminating the sneaky figures wandering the streets.
When William saw the scene outside the east window clearly, he almost forgot to breathe. He looked in disbelief at the man wearing a nightgown with bare feet, walking step by step like a puppet.
The gorgeous red hair was as conspicuous as blood in his eyes, especially the thing dangling above his head!
Ellis is in great shape!
William took a deep breath and shouted loudly towards Ellis.
However, Ellis still didn't react at all, and still walked numbly towards those abominable things.
Geologists can just watch, but they can't do anything. It's as if their brains exploded and they can no longer think calmly.
Just outside his door, there was a new creaking sound coming from the stairs and corridor. The soft and obvious sound was getting closer to the room.
Suddenly, there was a sharp sound, like nails scraping against a wooden board, right at the door!