"If you don't open the door, don't open the door. Anyway, I plan to hide in the room for one night." As the current main task, the trial period task must also be terrifying and abnormal, and the calm situation in front of me is just a prelude to the terror. I am just trying to escape.
How could the door be opened rashly due to this storm?
Sighing secretly, I took advantage of the staircase light in the building and walked up to the fourth floor.
It was quiet and quiet along the way. After a while, I climbed through the heavy stairs and reached the fourth floor.
All the rooms on the fourth floor had their doors closed. I looked carefully and found the location of Room 403.
Insert the key and twist it, and the dilapidated wooden door opens with a sound.
"Can the lights in the room still be on?" I turned on the flashlight on my phone and shined it on the walls on both sides of the door.
There are several white light buttons standing there.
I quickly pressed my fingers deep into them one by one.
Immediately afterwards, several "papapapa" sounds were heard.
Room 403 was suddenly filled with light, and the light burst into my pupils, causing a stinging pain in my pupils.
After my eyes fully adapted to the bright light, I locked the door and looked inside the room.
This is a simple room with one bedroom and one living room. Of course, in addition to the bedroom and hall, there are two compartments in the room, which are the bathroom and the kitchen.
There are some daily furniture placed in the hall of the room, but these furniture are all covered with dust, presumably because no one has lived there for a long time.
"The previous owner didn't take away these furniture?" I thought as I slowly moved into the bedroom.
The bedroom is neither big nor small. There is only a wooden bed in it.
There wasn't even a straw mat on the wooden bed, just an ugly, moldy wooden board across it.
"How can I sleep when there are no mats or quilts?" I stared at the wooden bed closely and suddenly felt a sense of oppression in my heart: "Hey, the placement of this wooden bed is too strange. It's not covered on all sides.
The wall is placed in the center of the bedroom.”
As the saying goes, if the bed is not against the wall, nothing will be stable. Therefore, when placing the bed, most people will try to place the bed against the wall, so that they can sleep more peacefully and peacefully.
But the wooden bed in front of me actually did the opposite and was placed directly in the center of the bedroom.
"The placement of this bed is too weird. Let's take a photo and let friends analyze it." I picked up my phone and took a photo facing the bedroom.
After taking the photos, I went to the "Late Night Horror Stories" forum and wrote under my live broadcast: "Good evening fellow water friends. After getting the key from the administrator, I successfully checked into room 403.
, but the placement of the wooden bed in the bedroom is so strange, it actually has no walls on all sides. As the saying goes, nothing is stable without the bed. Weren’t the previous owners afraid that everything would be unfavorable? "
Although it is already half past midnight, there are still many weird water friends hanging out in the forum. After a while, I received a lot of replies.
I read it over and finally focused on some helpful responses.
"Beds belong to wood and walls belong to earth. According to the Yin-Yang and Five Elements, wood is born from wood, and wood nourishes soil. Therefore, the bed should be as close to the wall as possible. It does not require four sides to be against the wall, but at least one side should be against the wall. If the bed does not have four sides against the wall, it is wood.
Without the soil, once the wood leaves the soil, the wood will lose all its vitality, causing bad luck to the people on the bed." A water friend nicknamed "Taoist Temple Lin Zhengying" made a long speech.
"What you said above is true. I advise you not to sleep on this kind of bed. Once you fall asleep on this kind of bed, you will be in trouble."
It could be a case of bad luck in the least case, or encounter an evil spirit in the worst case." Listening to the song and knocking the wooden fish agreed.
I thought for a while, then opened the forum's built-in chat interface and sent a message to the "Listen to Music and Knock Wooden Fish" guy: "If I push this wooden bed back to the bedside, I can always sleep on the bed, right?"
After waiting for a few seconds, Listening to Music and Knocking Wooden Fish replied anxiously: "The original poster must not do this! Judging from the photos you took, this wooden bed has lost its vitality. If you push it back to the wall rashly, it will cause damage to the room."
The inner walls are infected with the air of death. Once the walls of the room are infected with the air of death, this room will become a house of death!"
"Death House? What is the Death House?" I couldn't help but ask after seeing that what this guy said made sense.
"As the name suggests, the house of the dead is a house for the dead, but the owner is a living person. Living in the house of the dead can cause a coma for a few days at best, or loss of life and fortune at worst!" Tinggekakuyu explained in an orderly manner.
"Is it so serious? If a living person lives in the house of the dead, will it ruin his fortune and longevity?" I immediately gave up and pushed the wooden bed back to the wall, and said to myself helplessly: "It seems that I can only sleep on the sofa tonight."
Then, I turned around and walked out of the bedroom and came to the dusty sofa.
"Clean up and then go to bed. It's just for one night anyway." After glancing at the sofa, I walked into the kitchen to find some cleaning tools.
After about five minutes, I finally cleaned the dusty sofa.
After working for five minutes, some sweat slipped from my forehead. I thought about it and planned to take a shower before going to bed.
The bathroom is right next to the kitchen and I entered it easily.
But as soon as I entered it, a foul smell hit me.
I covered my mouth and nose and looked around, and found that the toilet in the bathroom was full of black feces. It had not been flushed for an unknown period of time.
"Are you ethical? You didn't even flush the toilet?" I covered my mouth and nose and reluctantly approached the toilet and pressed the flush button on the upper side of the toilet.
Fortunately, the water supply system in the building was still normal. Several dull sounds of "gulu gulu gulu" sounded, and the black feces in the toilet pit was smoothly flushed away.
After the black feces disappeared from the toilet pit, the stench in the bathroom disappeared instantly.
As the stench disappeared, I finally had the energy to take a closer look at the bathroom.
Who would have known if I didn't observe, I discovered a shrine emitting red light in the corner of the bathroom.
"The shrine in the bathroom? Who is enshrined in the shrine?" I approached the shrine with fear, my pupils narrowed slightly and I looked inside.
I saw that what was enshrined in the shrine was neither the famous Guan Erye nor a Buddhist god such as Guanyin Bodhisattva, but a ferocious-looking dog-head sculpture!
Why is this a sculpture of a ferocious dog head?
This is because the sculptured dog head opens its mouth in a stern manner, revealing the sharp canine teeth in its mouth.
Not only that, this dog head sculpture is also carved with a pair of lifelike dog eyes. At first glance, it looks like a vicious dog staring at me fiercely.
"Other people worship Mr. Guan Er to pray for good fortune in martial arts, but what is the purpose of worshiping a vicious dog in the bathroom? Is it to bring bad luck to myself?" Looking at the pair of dog eyes on the dog head sculpture, I couldn't help but feel horrified, and my whole body started to tremble.
Got chills.
"This shrine is too weird. I'd better take a shower quickly." Then, frightened, I took off my clothes and prepared to take a cold shower.
The dog head sculpture is on the side. This cold shower is not suitable for washing.
It's uncomfortable because I always feel like this dog's head is staring at me, making my whole body feel like there's a sharp edge.
After taking a quick shower and putting on the clothes I had just taken off, I stumbled out of the bathroom.
After escaping from the bathroom, I touched my back and found that my freshly rinsed back was already occupied by sour and smelly sweat.
"Damn, this bath is just a waste." I cursed angrily in my heart, but when my eyes touched the direction of the bathroom, I suddenly gave up: "Uh, it's a waste. It's just a waste."
Can you blame the shrine for being too weird?"
After complaining silently, I turned off the light and lay down on the sofa.
The room was suddenly occupied by darkness. Lying on the sofa, I closed my eyes silently, trying to fall asleep.
But the dog-head sculpture I was thinking about kept me unable to turn over and fall asleep.
I could only take out my phone and log on to the "Late Night Horror Stories" forum.
After several dynamic posts, the popularity of my live broadcast post has already surpassed the ninth place, ranking eighth in this forum. It is estimated that it will not be long before it surpasses the seventh place above and enters the top six hot posts in the forum.
I looked at the seventh post in the forum and found that this post was also a live broadcast post, and this post had been updated continuously for half a year. It was considered a veteran in the forum.
The author of this post saw that the post was about to be exploded, and was so angry that he kept posting more posts late at night, trying to widen the gap with me.
However, the live broadcast stories written by this poster are mediocre, and it is only a matter of time before I surpass them.
After all, this is my personal experience. Whether it is authenticity or fear, I cannot compare it to the stories that others have pieced together from their own lives.
I stared blankly at the hot list of the forum, and suddenly an idea came to my mind: "If I take a photo of the shrine in the bathroom and post it in the live broadcast, I guess I can directly enter the top five of the hot list, right?"
As soon as this idea sprouted, it took over my mind: "It's just a photo shoot anyway, so there shouldn't be any danger."
Immediately afterwards, I jumped up from the sofa and approached the bathroom door with my heart beating fast.
After arriving at the bathroom door, I did not enter the bathroom. Instead, I put my hand holding the phone into the bathroom and took a photo of the shrine.
After pressing the capture button, the photo is successfully captured in the album.
I opened the photo album and took a look, and a shrine emitting red light emerged from the darkness.
In this red light, one can vaguely see a ferocious-looking dog-head sculpture enshrined in the center of the shrine.
The dog head sculpture is lifelike. Judging from the photo, it looks like the dog head in the shrine. It is not a sculpture, but a real dog head cut from the head of a vicious dog.
After seeing that the photo was perfect, I moved away from the bathroom door and lay on the sofa again.
Just when I was about to upload this picture of the shrine to the forum, I suddenly saw a bright light flashing through the dog's eyes in the picture.
"Damn, it's so fierce!" I was startled and subconsciously let go of the phone in my hand.
Bang! There was a sound, and the phone immediately fell to the ground.
"It must be an illusion." I came back to my senses and picked up the phone on the ground.
The picture of the shrine was still on the phone screen, but there was no light flashing on the dog's eyes in the picture.
"I'm really scaring myself." I patted my chest with lingering fear, and uploaded this photo to the live broadcast post.