Walking along the main road on the lawn at the back door, the new security guard Jameson cursed the group of old security guards who were taking advantage of their seniority and the cold snowy night in a low voice.
The population of Palande College is between two and three thousand, but it occupies a large area.
As Christmas approaches, most students leave school for vacation and fun. The entire campus is deserted and feels like a ghost town.
Jameson subconsciously scanned the darkness where the light could not reach. He always felt that there were shadows everywhere, as if something was hiding there, ready to strike.
Well, this is a horror movie lover's conditioned reflex.
In fact, in addition to the rubber baton issued by the school, he also carried a stun gun for self-defense, but it was of little use.
On campus, the only sounds were the rustling of the wind through the trees and the rustling of his feet on the snow.
Jameson quickened his pace and waved the flashlight around.
He decided to finish this patrol quickly, then hide back in the security room and never come out again.
At this time, he had arrived at a dormitory building for exchange students and heard a faint sound in his ears.
After a moment of hesitation, his face suddenly turned pale. It seemed to be a woman's voice.
The sound was not talking, but it was very much like the background sound echoing in the speakers in a horror movie, like a female ghost wailing and struggling.
It was intermittent and vague, as if it came from an unknown dark corner.
Jameson's teeth were chattering, his legs were shaking, and he felt cold all over.
As an art school, Palande College is never short of various urban horror legends.
After all, artists' minds are more likely to go off track than normal people's, and as a result, a staggering number of horror stories, true or false, have been produced in the academy.
For example, a girl who brought back a portrait of a witch while sketching and then died mysteriously.
Or they may have emotional disputes and end up dying quietly in the dormitory.
Even more terrifying are probably stories about a barefoot little girl in a white dress and white face with blood coming out of all her orifices.
Jameson was shaking all over, and the flashlight was swinging around a little uncontrollably.
Suddenly, he was stunned again.
I slowly shone the trembling flashlight back to a window on the third floor of the dormitory and found that it was dark and empty.
But when the flashlight swept across the window just now, he seemed to see a woman with pale body and disheveled hair waving at him at the window!
At this moment, Jameson's brain seemed to be frozen, and he stood there in a daze.
After standing there blankly for a few seconds, he suddenly realized that the female voice had disappeared. A strong wind suddenly blew, making the surrounding trees and snow rustle, like the scene in a movie where a demon was descending to the earth.
"Wow~ Ghost~" He turned around suddenly and ran away.
At this moment, in the dormitory room on the third floor, Luke was bending sideways with his head slightly out of the window sill.
In his sight, the young security guard upstairs looked towards the window for a moment, and suddenly ran away, farther and farther.
Luke was stunned: "What the hell?"
Thinking of this, he hugged Elena tightly and whispered in her ear: "Does this security guard have mental problems?"
Elena weakly hit him: "He must have seen us just now, or heard my voice."
Luke was puzzled: "He shouldn't be so scared that he would run away. We are not ugly, and your voice is not bad. Why did he run so fast?"
Elena was too lazy to think about this question. She just hugged him tightly with her backhand: "Shouldn't you think about how to deal with the little rabbit problem first?"
Luke chuckled: "The little rabbit didn't call for help when it saw the security guard just now, so its fate is doomed."
Elena snorted softly: "The little rabbit was shot and can't run away. The ending is already determined, but it hopes that the process will be a little better."
Luke pondered for a moment, put his chin on her shoulder, and took her back to the window: "Then continue to watch the snow here."
Elena just grunted to show her agreement.
Downstairs, the young security guard Jameson had already run away and disappeared, leaving only the snowy scene of the campus returning to its silence, for the two people standing in each other's arms to slowly appreciate.
This night is still very long.
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The next day, December 23rd.
Luke and Elena stayed in the dormitory until after ten o'clock. They enjoyed the indispensable snow view coffee for a long time again before coming out of the dormitory.
When he walked through the back school gate, he couldn't help but ask a middle-aged security guard in the security room: "Excuse me, how is the young security guard here yesterday?"
The middle-aged security guard was stunned: "You mean Jameson?"
He immediately asked in confusion: "Why are you asking him?"
Luke shrugged. "I saw him patrolling the campus yesterday. He seemed very dedicated. But it's been snowing these days, so..."
The middle-aged security guard said, "Nothing serious. The guy just likes to watch horror movies. He scared himself last night and went home sick today."
He was also very depressed when he said this.
Without this newcomer, it would be his turn to keep watch tonight, which would be a tough job.
Luke thanked her politely and walked out with Elena in his arms.
Elena was a little surprised: "There is such a thing? He scared himself and made himself sick. I have some impression of that person, he doesn't look like a coward."
Luke shrugged: "There are many people in this world who like to scare themselves. They are timid and still watch horror movies. If they get scared and sick, they can't blame others."
Elena didn't care too much and moved her petite body closer to him: "Let's go watch a horror movie later."
Luke was surprised: "I just had coffee this morning, and you want to watch a horror movie again?"
Elena couldn't help but gently hit him with her hand around his waist: "Can't we go in the afternoon?"
Luke laughed, "Sure, if you want. But are there any horror movies showing on Christmas?"
The answer to this question came shortly after the two finished their lunch in the restaurant.
No.
They went to two theaters, but there were no real horror movies showing, only two low-budget films that could be considered thrillers.
However, looking at the crude posters and the audience reviews Luke found on Popcorn.com, it is proven that these are both mediocre works.
The two of them resolutely gave up going in and suffering.
Elena was afraid that if she laughed out loud when she went in, her expectations for horror movies would drop and she would lose all interest in watching them.
The two looked at each other and found it a little funny.
Elena said she didn't want to waste time looking for horror movies, so the two of them prepared to continue their one-day trip to New York.
As they were walking out of the second cinema, Elena received a call. After she answered it and said a few words, she covered the phone and asked Luke, "Margaret invited me to see the exhibition. She said the exhibition was good, but it will end today and I may not be able to see it in the future."