Chapter 638 Is there any ghost story scarier than mine? (4000)
Hiding in a completely sealed hospital ward, reading the horrifying diary left by the deceased, the moment the diary was closed, the horrific scene described in the diary appeared before his eyes.
Scissors could no longer pretend, he firmly believed that anyone would collapse in such a situation.
The narrow glass window was occupied by several pale faces. Through a door, Scissors could clearly see the expressions on those faces.
"They're looking at me!"
Scissors couldn't breathe, as if a pair of cold hands reached into his chest and grasped his trachea. His body couldn't use any strength and almost collapsed.
"I found you." The eerie voice sounded again. Scissor's legs trembled. All his attention was attracted by the faces outside the door. It took him a long time to realize that the voice just now didn't seem to come from outside the door.
Fear was like electric currents passing through his nerves. Scissors opened his eyes wide and glanced behind him almost instinctively.
Just inside the cabinet where he was hiding just now, squatted a man wearing a hospital gown.
The man was short, his legs were in plaster, his left eye was pierced by a pencil, his nose was crooked, and his ten fingers were hidden in his sleeves.
There were still shoe prints and blood stains left by the scissors on his hospital gown. It was obvious that he had been "staying" in the closet.
"I found you." His cold tone was like that of a puppet. The expression on his face was very special, as if he had discovered a new toy, with a hint of excitement and a happiness that ordinary people could not understand at all.
The ghost had always been in the cabinet. When Scissor thought that he had been in the dark and narrow cabinet for so long, he got goosebumps all over his body.
The person left behind by the "patient" in the diary appeared in front of me. He should have been dead for a long time.
Scissors stood between the owner of the diary and the door of the ward, in a dilemma. The situation in front of him was more difficult to solve than a wolf in front and a tiger in the back.
"Calm down, don't panic. I have watched more than a dozen horror movies and played dozens of horror games before coming here. I am fully prepared and I will definitely find a way to crack it."
My brain was running fast, but there was no similar scene in either horror games or horror movies. I was forced to make a choice between a ghost and a group of ghosts in the hospital room.
The cold sweat on his forehead couldn't stop falling, and Scissors' heartbeat was pounding: "There is a ghost behind him, and a group of ghosts in front of him. Normally, it would be safer to stay in the room, but if he doesn't escape from this room, he will die slowly.
, completely losing the initiative, even if he wants to die, he will be unable to die, just like the owner of the diary, his eyes were poked out, his legs were broken, and then he can only stay here forever to play with other ghosts."
Thinking that what was written in the diary might happen to her, Scissors shuddered: "You must escape while you still have the ability to move."
His violently heaving chest slowly returned to normal. He held his breath and looked at the window on the door: "Fight them! I rushed to the third floor first, then jumped out of the window and left!"
Scissors felt that he had made the most correct choice in a desperate situation. He held the scissors tightly, and under the gaze of the patients, he suddenly shouted, then screamed and rushed to the ward door.
As he was moving, something coincidental happened. There were footsteps on the other side of the corridor.
The sound seemed to come from the safety passage on the second floor. It was a bit messy and there seemed to be more than one person coming.
He suddenly screamed, frightening another wave of people rushing in the corridor. When he rushed to the door, he heard a middle-aged man six or seven meters away from the door.
the sound of.
"Trouble! That ghost is here! Run back! Run back!"
The faces on the glass quickly dispersed. Scissors could no longer care about anything at this time. She waved the scissors and rushed out of the ward like crazy, heading straight to the third floor.
Arms, thighs, shoulders, he felt like several hands were grabbing him at the same time!
"Let me go!"
He aimed the scissors in his hand at the backpack and stabbed it hard. Something inside the package was punctured and a large amount of black and red blood flowed out.
He was like a manic patient, flinging the blood in his backpack at the surroundings and himself, all over his body and on the ground.
While sprinkling blood and laughing wildly, I have to say that in terms of momentum alone, the scissors have suppressed those hide-and-seek "patients".
After spreading the blood, Scissors rushed to the third floor without stopping. But when he reached the third floor, something happened that made him desperate.
The windows on the third floor were not equipped with anti-theft nets, but were all boarded up.
It would take at least a while to open the wooden board, and those monsters in the hospital would never give the scissors this time.
"Once I stop, those monsters will definitely attack me. They will probably try every means to make me stay and play with them. If I resist, I will be the patient who gets my eyes poked out and my legs broken.
The fate of."
Scissors calmed down, and he glanced behind him. There was blood all over the floor. The hospital looked much more ferocious than before, but most of this was done by his own hands.
"I don't know if black dog blood is useful? Some time ago, I saw on the forum that someone made a short video asking for help. He stood in the toilet and played in the mirror to conjure spirits. At that time, some experts in the comments said that black dog blood is special.
To overcome the ghost..."
"Snapped!"
The sound coming from downstairs made Scissors nervous. He looked toward the second floor and saw footprints appearing on the black dog's blood that had not yet solidified.
There are only footprints and no person visible, so it is obvious who the footprints belong to.
"Fortunately, I have other trump cards." Scissors comforted himself. He dragged his backpack and ran deeper into the corridor: "The windows in the ward are all locked. I don't know if the utility room and bathroom are locked. The other party is very likely to
Places like this will be ignored.”
With the last glimmer of hope, the scissors got into the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
As soon as he entered, he saw a very strange scene. All the five toilet doors were closed, and four of them showed that there were people inside!
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Scissors wailed in his heart, he looked up at the bathroom window, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart.
The bathroom window was not boarded up, probably because someone wanted to leave here before and they had pried open two boards.
"As long as one more board is removed, I should be able to squeeze out!"
Rushing towards the window, he took the big scissors in his hand and tried to remove the wooden board, but as if the ghosts in the hospital were deliberately playing tricks on him, the sound of footsteps approaching quickly appeared in the corridor.
"hurry up!"
Racing against time, the scissors tried their best to open the wooden board. He focused all his attention on the window. He did not expect that only a few seconds later, the toilet door would be knocked open.
There was a bang that made his heart tremble. He couldn't hold his hand tightly, and the big scissors pinned between the wooden board and the window fell directly!
"Fuck!"
The only weapon was dropped outside the hospital, and the scissors froze in place for a full second before carrying the bag and getting into the only unlocked compartment.
He wanted to hammer himself hard, but he held back because the sound would attract evil spirits.
"It's over! The scissors have gone out, and I haven't gone out yet! I'd have known better a long time ago so I wouldn't have given myself this nickname!" He gritted his teeth and tightened his muscles all over his body. He covered his mouth and nose with the scissors and didn't dare to breathe hard.
He was chanting crazily in his mind not to find me, not to find me, but when he lowered his head and looked down, he became even more desperate.
He had just splashed black dog blood all over himself, leaving a bloody shoe print every step he took. His whereabouts had been completely exposed. As long as you were not blind, you could basically find him.
"This is completely different from what I expected! Which link caused the problem?"
His face was pale, he had given up the scissors, and he was basically in a stage of waiting to die.
"It's a pity that I haven't found my brother yet..."
Frightened, he hid in the toilet cubicle, but after a few minutes, no one came to him.
"Didn't you find me? It's impossible? The footprints I left pointed directly to this compartment. Do any fools know that I'm here?" Scissors moved forward, trying to open the door, but his hand touched
When he opened the compartment door, he immediately bounced back: "No, those guys may be outside the door! As soon as I open the door, there will probably be several faces squeezing in, and they are waiting for me to get out on my own."
"Yes, you can't go out, so just waste it like this. Every second you can delay is a second." Scissors kept maintaining his posture, not even daring to turn his head around: "As long as I can't see it, it doesn't exist."
Holding the shabby package in both hands, the black dog was covered in blood, and the scissors did not feel dirty: "The bathroom is a very common place in ghost movies. It is very dangerous. Let me think about it, has anyone ever escaped from the bathroom successfully?
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After thinking about it for a long time, Scissors became more and more frightened. The bathroom seemed to be a certain death place in ghost movies. He didn't think of a way to escape, but he thought of several very scary ghost movie scenes.
"The doors of the nearby toilet stalls are all locked, which means there must be someone inside! That's it. There is a ghost story like this. When I go to the toilet in the middle of the night, a hand will reach out to me from the other side of the stall.
Ask me if I want blue paper or red paper."
Cold sweat slid down my cheeks, and the scene from the ghost movie appeared before my eyes, and the expected horror plot might very well become a reality!
"What if a hand reaches in later and asks me for paper? Tell it that I am actually a cross-dressing boy who likes to squat and pee? Do I not need paper at all? But even if I tell it, I may not believe it!"
"Bang!"
The toilet door was knocked open again, and the sound was obviously much louder than the first time. It seemed that something more terrifying had come in.
Scissors immediately stopped thinking, covered his mouth, and became extremely nervous.
"Bang!"
The door of the first toilet stall was violently broken open, and Scissor's heart suddenly trembled: "It's checking the toilet cubicle, don't come over, don't come over!"
Contrary to expectations, the doors of the first few cubicles were violently broken open. Finally, the footsteps stopped outside the cubicle where he was.
"It's over, it's really cold now."
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Screams came from downstairs, and the doctor stopped. He looked at Chen Ge in front of him: "This place is a bit weird, why don't we go down first, it's safer for everyone to be together."
"It's easier to get into trouble if you're with them. Don't forget that the smiling man is still downstairs. He might have attacked the other passengers." Chen Ge came to the top floor. Under the shocked eyes of the doctor, Chen Ge took out his backpack from his backpack.
He took out the skull-crushing hammer and smashed open the door leading to the roof.
"You... look very familiar here. Have you been here before?" the doctor asked cautiously.
"I have an employee who lives in Liwan Town, so I have been here before. Although the blood mist has enveloped the city, the internal structures of these buildings have not changed." Chen Ge climbed to the top of the building.
"Your staff?"
"Yes, I work as a prop in the park. I made this hammer myself. It looks exaggerated, but in fact it is useless." Chen Ge walked straight towards the water tanks, opened them all, and found that they were inside.
There is no corpse of the mobile phone ghost: "We should still be in reality."
The door is out of control, and the blood mist inside floats out, slowly eroding the town. Maybe after a while, Liwan Town will be completely changed by the blood mist, becoming the connection point between the world behind the door and the world outside.
"What are you looking at?" The doctor also came up.
"The fog is too heavy. I want to see if there are any dangers around me, but unfortunately I can't see anything." Chen Ge casually found a reason: "Let's go down."
Back on the first floor, bus No. 104 was still there, but no passengers could be seen.
"There should be something in the building, but we were lucky and didn't encounter it." The doctor was worried. He stood next to Chen Ge, hesitated for a while and said: "Actually, I have been to this place before, and it was filled with blood mist..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Let's talk later, there seems to be screaming over there." Chen Ge's senses were far beyond ordinary people, and he walked towards the other side of the road with his backpack and travel bag.
"Hey! Be careful!" The doctor's dissuasion was of no use to Chen Ge. He could only follow Chen Ge forward.
Along the road, Chen Ge vaguely saw a person waving at the intersection, but that person's back was turned to him.
"Finally we found an aborigine." He quickened his pace, but the vague outline of the waving figure slowly disappeared into the heavy fog.
Chen Ge was unwilling to let him go, so he chased him for a while, and did not stop until he passed a hospital.
"Why is this guy lying here?" Chen Ge found the drunk man paralyzed at the door of the hospital, foaming at the mouth, looking like he was about to die.
"He seems to have been frightened." The doctor shook his head: "I am a surgeon and don't have much experience in this situation. I can only give it a try. It depends on my luck whether I can wake him up."
"Take it." Chen Ge handed the backpack to the doctor: "I have more experience in this area."
He untied the drunkard's collar and belt, tilted the drunkard's head back slightly, forming a supine position, then pressed the philtrum rhythmically, and then performed chest compressions. The whole set of movements was impeccable and standard.
It's the same as a rubbing from a textbook.
Two or three minutes later, the drunk man slowly woke up. After seeing Chen Ge's face clearly, his body slowly relaxed. However, he soon became nervous again. He pointed in a certain direction and said, "Don't go to that room, inside."
There is a smiling dog, that is a curse."
"Don't worry, I'll take you back to the bus first."
Chen Ge wanted to help the drunk man up, but he grabbed Chen Ge and said, "Don't go back! There was a mop ghost in the building we first entered, and there was a hanged man in the corridor! Don't go back!"
"Are there so many ghosts?"
"Really! I won't lie to you! Now I suspect that there is a ghost story hidden in every building, and there is a ghost in every house!" The drunkard's body was trembling.
"There is a ghost in every house? Doesn't that mean that every house can be turned into a separate horror scene?" A light flashed in Chen Ge's eyes. He glanced at the surrounding buildings, his expression similar to that of the one who just came here.
Completely different.
"It can be understood that way." The drunk man didn't know what Chen Ge was thinking: "By the way, you must not go into the hospital next to me. I just heard several faint screams!"