The soles of the feet stepped into the mud, and the sticky sound of squeezing away the mud was heard.
Something is wandering outside the abandoned village.
Is it coming for you?
Hiding under the dining table behind the wall of the wooden house, Oliver held his breath.
Puff-puff-
Comical walking sounds slowly sounded between the abandoned wooden houses in the dark swamp. Oliver couldn't laugh at all. He hoped that the owner of the footsteps would leave as soon as possible and not find him.
The owner of the footsteps did not leave. It slowly circled the abandoned village, walking from left to right, exploring little by little.
It was very close to the house where Oliver was hiding, maybe only a dozen meters.
Oliver huddled as close as possible to a darker part of the house so as not to be discovered by the presence outside.
But he ignored that the swamp village had been abandoned for decades, and the decay was so severe that it could hardly support the weight of a person.
Click——
Oliver suddenly sank a little, and then a chill came from his butt.
The floor beneath me cracked.
Oliver was about to cry but had no tears. He could imagine the situation at this moment: the floor of the abandoned wooden house was broken open, and a piece of his butt was drilled out.
Oliver, who was holding his palms on the floor, wanted to pull out his butt that was stuck under the wooden board, but he didn't dare to make any more noise. He took a chance and tried to bet that the existence wandering outside would not hear the noise.
This was just Oliver's extravagant hope, because he heard clearly that the footsteps disappeared.
The surroundings returned to dead silence, and the uncontrollable pounding of the heartbeat.
"Is there anyone there?" A voice suddenly asked outside.
After a brief daze, Oliver was filled with ecstasy. He almost couldn't wait to shout, and then he hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth, suppressing the syllables that almost blurted out.
I can't speak yet, I don't know how many people are outside, if there are two, if there is a faceless ghost here...
Oliver said nothing, but he began to pull out the cold butt sunk into the floor.
There was an inevitable noise, and the inquiries from outside continued: "Who is it?"
Wait for me...don't go away...
Oliver said anxiously, but the edge of his pants seemed to be caught on the board, and the exhausted Oliver couldn't get out.
Fortunately, the people outside did not leave. When they heard the noise, they approached the wooden house through the mud and asked, "Who is there?"
Bang bang bang——
Oliver quickly knocked on the wooden board to signal that someone was here. What made him uneasy was that the footsteps and inquiries disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Will people outside think there is a monster inside and flee...
Oliver, who could not speak, thought of a terrible possibility. He wanted to shout desperately and found a reasonable excuse for this: he did not hear the second footsteps, there was only one person outside, and there was no "third"
people".
But the excuses that appeared were accompanied by uneasiness, and Oliver couldn't help but think, who would wander alone in the shadow swamp full of weirdness and ominousness, and actively look for others? This... This is not common sense.
Although Oliver had been used to all kinds of irrational things last night, a person should behave like a human being, unless he is a madman.
Oliver didn't think a madman could survive until now.
The strong uneasiness drove Oliver to silence again and continue to listen to what was going on outside.
If it's a human, ask for help again.
"Is anyone here?"
The voice of inquiry rang again, this time in front of the wooden house.
Perhaps due to psychological effects, Oliver, who was suspicious of the existence of the outside world, felt that the voice was treacherous and cold, which made him couldn't help but think of sneaking to the Agate Lake to fish with a playmate when he was a boy.
When they cast down the simple small fishing net, the playmate squatted by the lake, muttering about the fish coming in quickly, in the same greedy tone that he heard at this moment.
The uneasiness turned into fear, and Oliver covered his mouth just like he had done a few minutes ago. As for the exposed cold half of his butt...he couldn't save it, he could only hope that the other party wouldn't see it.
Oliver's move was obviously too late. The next sound that came out was no longer a voice of inquiry, but the sudden trembling of the wooden house. Oliver, who was "integrated" with the wooden house, could clearly feel the continuous shaking of the wooden house.
The being outside climbed onto the drawbridge.
"Is there anyone?"
The strange questioning continued, and the sound of approaching gentle footsteps was heard.
The cabin became darker than before, and Oliver realized that the owner of the footsteps had arrived outside the door.
Or maybe it's just my own illusion, there's just a survivor like myself out there.
With luck or hope in his heart, Oliver looked up at the door.
A figure walked into the wooden house, carrying the rancid smell of mud.
Oliver made out the outline of a human figure. "He" didn't find it under the table next to the door, and slowly walked towards the wooden table facing the door.
Oliver didn't call "him" out loud, but the figure coming in... made him feel something was wrong.
In the dim blood color, the figure walking slowly was in an awkward posture, as if he was wearing loose clothes that didn't fit him.
But how come the skin doesn’t fit?
Oliver almost instantly thought of what happened in the church basement. A "person" attacked him, and then "he" took off his skin, revealing the bloody flesh of a short man, and pounced on him.
The continuous pain in the shoulder wound told all this.
Oliver was grateful that his butt had saved him, and prayed in his heart that it wouldn't find him.
"I'm leaving."
The monster in human skin spoke again, but received no response, so he planned to search the house carefully.
Oliver thought in his heart, almost unable to suppress his fear and wanting to escape——
At this time, the monster suddenly noticed something and turned around to face outside.
Oliver closed his eyes tightly.
There was a disturbing and frightening rustling sound, falling to the ground, and then footsteps left the house, fell into the mud, and left quickly.
It seemed like something had lured it away.
Oliver, who was still alive after the disaster, suddenly opened his eyes and gasped uncontrollably.
Through the dark blood color of the sky, he saw something left by the monster in the wooden house: a piece of human skin.
Although this will make Oliver scared and uneasy, it is better than facing the monster.
Oliver, who was temporarily safe, began to save his butt, which took him several minutes. He quietly peeked out and retracted his head, crawled out from under the table and stood up.
Why does it hurt so much...is it an infection?
Oliver touched the area around the wound, spit into his hand several times, and endured the pain to wipe away the mud around the wound.
In order to prevent the monster from getting away, Oliver did not leave the house for the time being. He pushed the human skin that made his scalp numb under the table and tried to find useful things in the wooden house.
And I actually found it.
Oil lamp...?
Oliver looked at the oil lamp on the dining table above his head in disbelief.
But this place has been abandoned for decades, how come there are oil lamps...?
It was incomprehensible and incredible, especially when Oliver tentatively opened the oil lamp and found that it was still half full of kerosene.
Someone has been here, not long ago.
At any rate, this gave Oliver an advantage, even though he didn't dare light the lamp here.
After estimating the time, the monster was almost gone. Oliver took the oil lamp and quietly climbed down from the wooden house and moved towards the swamp road.
