The sudden sound of gunshots in a quiet hotel late at night will make anyone nervous.
Even William Dale, a professor of geology who had gone on many expeditions with many expeditions, was a little nervous.
He yawned, shook his head in an attempt to stay awake, then picked up an old broom from behind the hotel door, cautiously approached the door, and listened to the sounds outside.
The strange thing is that the gunfire just seemed to go off after a while.
There was silence outside the door, as if what happened before was just an illusion.
William Dale held his breath and quietly pushed the door open a crack.
The corridor outside was pitch black, without a trace of light, and the darkness seemed like an abyss that could swallow everything.
so quiet,
Nothing.
It’s too weird…
All the nerves in his body were shattered to the extreme.
"Tick-tock——"
William was startled and quickly pointed the broom in his hand at the house.
Then, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"It turns out it's just water leaking from above..."
He looked at the wet water stain on the ceiling of the room. There was no light, and he could only see a dark mass that was sinking downwards.
"The environment here is really too humid. They should repair the roof."
He complained quietly.
But with this interruption, the originally tense nerves relaxed.
Maybe someone just accidentally fired a shot.
he thought.
The gunshot didn't seem to cause much confusion, so it shouldn't be a big deal.
Unconsciously, he seemed to become a little dizzy again, and sleepiness swept through his mind.
It's still dark, let's sleep a little longer while we can.
This thought dominated his consciousness, and he left the door, intending to return to bed and sleep peacefully again.
But things always don't go as expected.
He stared at the puddle on the bed in annoyance.
The water leaking from the ceiling fell drop by drop, soaking not only the floor of the room, but also his bed.
The water damage is still gradually expanding.
"What's going on with the water?"
William Dale raised his head in confusion and stared at the ceiling.
If he remembered correctly, the floor he lived on was the top floor, and there was no one living on it. Logically speaking, there was no way someone else had flooded the roof.
He hesitated and wanted to reach out and touch the wet water stain.
Suddenly, a creepy chill crawled up his back, a sticky and slippery breath filled his nostrils, and the air seemed to become gloomy.
He retracted his fingers as if he was electrocuted, staring wide-eyed at the wet shadows on the bed and the floor.
Something's wrong...
It hasn't rained now and the roof is intact. Where did these water stains come from?
Tick tock tick tock…
The water dripped from the ceiling faster and faster.
William smelled a stink that he didn't know where it came from. It was many times worse than soaked rotten food.
He recalled with horror the rotten smell mentioned by the red-haired historian.
This is not an illusion!
He gritted his teeth, turned the broom in his hand, and slammed the wooden stick on it straight against the damp and dark shadows.
When the wooden stick was smashed against the ceiling, it did not make the sound of hard objects hitting each other, but it was like it was pierced into a puddle of mud.
The rotten shadows on the ceiling slowly squirmed, and streams of disgusting green pus oozed out from the places where they were poked by wooden sticks.
The stench spread greedily into the air, scrambling to turn the entire room into a nest of decay.
William Dale did not see this scene clearly. He only saw the wooden stick sinking into the ceiling and poking out a lot of liquid.
A faint stench swept over his sense of smell.
His instincts were screaming like crazy, something was wrong!
This is not right!
Get out of here!
He took the end of the broom and pounded it hard, tearing off a shadow.
The green mud fell to the ground, corroding big holes one after another around it.
William looked at the end of the broom, where there was only a little bit of wood left.
The strange object moved slowly towards him in an abominable way.
It has no precise shape and crawls on the ground like a mollusk without a backbone, but this is far weirder than a mollusk.
William couldn't describe what it felt like. The snails or leeches that had shadowed him in childhood were only one thousandth as disgusting as the abominable thing in front of him.
Just by looking at it, you can feel your stomach churn.
William retched and moved away from the damn thing while trying to attack it with a broom.
He couldn't suppress his panic, it was like the most abominable thing in the world!
As drops of liquid dripped, a larger area of rotten shadow on the ceiling seemed to gradually grow, coming into contact with the weird creeping mass.
It grew gradually, at an incredibly terrifying speed.
William Dale wanted to scream, but his voice seemed to be strangled and he couldn't come out no matter what.
Looking at the growing and growing rotten shadow, William desperately backed away until he reached the door.
The gap that had just been opened gave William an opportunity. He quickly retreated from the door, and then closed the door heavily.
He clutched his broom tightly, which was his only weapon at the moment, and stared at the door in front of him nervously.
Wood can be corroded by that thing, and a mere door can never stop that thing...
There must be a way...
hurry up……
"Bang--"
There was another gunshot, this time very close to him.
At this time, William turned his head expectantly.
"careful--"
A slender but strong hand pulled him fiercely from the door.
Aiming at the rotten shadows leaking from the crack in the door, he fired another shot.
The good news is that the abominable rotten shadow seems to be afraid of thermal weapons and has shrunk a lot.
William turned his head in surprise.
The shooter was none other than the cool red-haired lady who had complained before, historian Elizabeth Ellis.
At this time, she had a stern face, staring at the door with an extremely terrifying expression, and spoke very fast:
"Many changes occurred in many rooms tonight, and many people were devoured by this disgusting rotten monster."
William shrank his pupils in horror:
"You are——"
Eisley thought William was just frightened and was about to say something.
Then he saw the huge rotting shadow behind her reflected in William's pupils——
"Pah——"
A brilliantly glowing notebook crashed into the decaying shadow behind them.
The rotting shadow struggled and twisted, wailing in pain.
Like a snail touching salt, most of it melted instantly.