[The night was dark, and the fog filled the roads of the town, adding a gloomy atmosphere to this remote town.
"I said Mike, it's already so late, or... let's not go!" The fat boy with freckles shrank his neck, cowardly persuading his companion.
"Hmph! You're not afraid! Isn't it just a haunted house, coward! What's there to be afraid of! Besides, I've stopped talking with Jessica and the others. Wouldn't it be a waste to go back without taking a few photos?" My face!" The tall boy with short blond hair messed up like a bird's nest gave the fat boy a contemptuous look, and stepped into the desolate single-family house in front of him.
Overgrown weeds in untended yards.
A strange faded symbol was painted on the old door panel of the small bungalow, and the door was leaning against the door frame, revealing the furniture covered with white cloth inside the door.
Seeing this situation, the fat boy couldn't help shaking with fright, but seeing that his companion had already entered, and unwilling to be abandoned by his companion, he still walked in boldly.
The house has not been visited for a long time since someone died a few years ago, and the townspeople keep it secret, scaring children into saying it is a haunted house and not letting them in.
However, sometimes, the more forbidden the more attractive.
After a while, after the fat boy walked in, the dilapidated door moved forward slowly.
With a creaking sound, the door closed tightly.
A moment later, there were sharp screams and hurried running sounds from inside the door, as if a fierce chase was in progress.
"Ahhh!!! No! There is a ghost!! Help me woohoo!"
"Woohoo! Mike! The door can't be opened!!!"
"what-"
The screaming stopped abruptly.
The door covered with cobwebs was still tightly closed, but bright red blood flowed out from the gap under the door, and the smell of blood was strong.
Two weeks later, a writer named Leonard saw a house sale information on Xingwang. He checked the house information with great interest, and was overjoyed: "Oh, hey! Isn't this the most perfect holiday villa? !"
With that said, he pressed the order button in front of him.
Ding dong—
The button flashed and turned into a scarlet smiley face.
"Order successful~"]
—From "Into the Mist"
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It was an immature face that belonged to a teenager, but it had a frightening bluish-white glow.
The blond-haired boy squatted quietly beside Zhou Yu, his blue eyes were dull and his lips were red like blood.
It was next to Zhou Yu, and its lifeless eyes stared motionlessly at Zhou Yu's bloodless face.
Zhou Yu's long eyelashes trembled. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, his breathing became rapid, his chest heaved violently a few times, and finally he let himself lean against the wall helplessly, and his white shirt was stained instantly. Sooty color.
The blond boy was still curled up by Zhou Yu's side, pulling the corners of his stiff mouth, and his smile was eerie.
[Brother, do you want to eat candy?]
It stretched out its scarred, fleshy palm, revealing the fruit candy wrapped in red sugar paper.
"Huh! Huh!" After seeing the fruit candy, Zhou Yu's face became even paler.
On the floor, glaring blood continued to flow, soaking Zhou Yu's newly changed shoes.
Zhou Yu didn't take the candy, but gasped heavily, suppressing the pain in his voice.
"Why? Why me?"
The blond boy didn't answer Zhou Yu's question, but just nestled beside him, his breath cold and terrifying.
Looking at this bruised ghost, the calm mask on Zhou Yu's face was broken, revealing for the first time the sadness and despair hidden under the mask, and even some resentment.
At the age of twelve, he moved here with his mother for the first time, and then met the nightmare of his life—Arnold.
The fourteen-year-old boy who was still as thin as a child approached him with a cautious smile, willing to give everything he had just to be his friend.
However, he refused.
For some reason, from the first time he saw Arnold, Zhou Yu hated him, even breathing the air under the same sky with him would make him feel sick.
boom-
Zhou Yu wanted to stand up, but fell powerlessly to the ground.
After a while, he weakly propped up his body, ignoring the blond boy with gloomy eyes who was pacing at his side, and crawled to the side of the luggage capsule he was carrying—he wanted to take out the medicine bottle inside.
pat—
Unfortunately, due to the uncontrollable trembling of his fingers, Zhou Yu accidentally knocked over the medicine bottle, and the white pills spilled all over the floor, stained with dust.
At this moment, Zhou Yu, who was suffering from a splitting headache, glanced at the blond boy with an increasingly strange and terrifying expression. Big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he grabbed a handful of pills and swallowed them.
[Hee hee~ Why don't you eat candy, brother?]The cold breath of the blond boy touched Zhou Yu's neck, and he laughed strangely.
The Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, Zhou Yu took one last look at the blond boy who was about to strangle him, slowly closed his eyes, and lay on his side on the floor without moving.
His jet-black hair was soaked in sweat, sticking wetly to the sides of his cheeks, giving him the beauty of an angel being tortured.
call-
A gust of cool wind blew in along the open window, blew the curtains up and down, and awakened Zhou Yu's consciousness in a trance.
Opening his eyes, revealing the wet black eyeballs under the eyelids, Zhou Yu's expression was rarely fragile.
He sat up and looked around the attic.
In the narrow attic utility room, there are a lot of metal scraps piled up here and there, as well as some outdated cleaning tools.
The dusty single bed was placed in a dark corner of the room, the cobwebs on the ceiling had already become a large piece, and several black spiders were lying in the center of the web, waiting for their prey to break in.
Zhou Yu lowered his head expressionlessly, and saw his brand new black leather shoes—only some dust was on them, without any trace of blood.
"Has the condition worsened?"
Looking at the empty corner of the wall, Zhou Yu rubbed the center of his eyebrows wearily, trying to relieve the tension in his head.
He hasn't been sick for a long time, but he didn't expect that he almost lost his life when he came here - he knew that if he didn't take the medicine just now, the phantom of Arnold would start to strangle him and force him to eat the fruit sugar.
Then, he would be greeted with a feeling of suffocation that could not breathe, and if no one gave him first aid, he would die of pain after struggling for a few minutes.
With a slight sneer, Zhou Yu stood up, quietly straightening his crumpled shirt with downcast eyes.
I'm used to it. This so-called Arnold's curse may really be with him for the rest of his life, as the head nurse who was very mean to the patient said!
"Resentment, it's hard to get rid of..." Zhou Yu's indifferent and delicate eyebrows revealed a deep loathing.
Outside the window, in the desolate and desolate yard, a pitch-black crow tilted its head and screamed again: "Quack!!"
Zhou Yu came back to his senses, glanced at the crow indifferently, took a few steps forward, quickly closed the window, and covered the curtains tightly, so that there was no light in the black eyes.
Heh, it should be me who is more resentful, Arnold.
That night,
Zhou Yu lay on the washed sheets, staring at the spider web above his head with his eyes open, without blinking.
In just a few hours, the original cluttered utility room has changed drastically. All metal scraps have been stored in cardboard boxes, the dust on the floor has been swept away, and even the severely worn wallpaper has been completely renewed.
Only the ceiling, Zhou Yu didn't move at all.
Seeing those fat and strong spiders crawling on the spider web, Zhou Yu seemed to be unable to see enough, and he was still immersed in it until the middle of the night, unable to extricate himself.
He's been alone for so long that even looking at a few spiders is fun now.
"Ahhh!!! Help! Help! Woo Mike!!"
The screams came from outside the window, suddenly near and now far away.
Zhou Yu's dark eyes trembled, he turned his head, stared at the window that was tightly covered by curtains, and remained silent.
Gradually, the screaming subsided, but Zhou Yu still refused to look away, his pale cheeks were almost transparent in the darkness.
Boom—
There was a rhythmic knock on the window outside the window.
Turning over, Zhou Yu, with his back to the window, pursed his lips and closed his eyes tightly.
These are all illusions.
Perhaps it was really too tired today, Zhou Yu fell asleep shortly after closing his eyes, his consciousness was drowsy, and he forgot all his troubles.
At the same time, the sound outside the window also stopped, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleep of the people in the house, or as if it was really just Zhou Yu's hallucination.
The night was as cold as water, and after an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden soft sound in the room.
Snapped-
Bloody footprints appeared from the window, and walked all the way to Zhou Yu's sleeping single bed at a frightening speed.
The sleeping black-haired boy seemed to be aware of it, his brows were slightly frowned, and his perfectly shaped lips moved a few times, revealing his white teeth.
The unknown intruder stood at the head of the black-haired boy's bed, bent down and approached the boy on the bed.
The blood-stained blond hair fell in strands on both sides of the black-haired boy's cheeks, bringing a little itchy feeling.
The black-haired boy showed a little troubled look between his brows, but he still didn't wake up.
Hoo-hoo-
The unknown intruder was completely pale, and his pair of lifeless green eyes faced the tightly closed eyes of the black-haired boy.
He stared greedily at this beautiful face that he hadn't seen for a long time, and his deep panting seemed extremely terrifying in this dead and silent attic.
"Good night, brother."
As the intruder's hoarse voice fell, the bloody footprints disappeared, and the attic returned to its former tranquility.
"Get up and go to school! Little bastard, you really want to embarrass my old lady, don't you?" The blonde middle-aged woman slammed on the door of the attic angrily, with such strength that the door panel could not help but vibrate, and the dust fluttered fell down.
Opening his eyes, Zhou Yu woke up from his sleep.
He looked at the clock on the bedside in surprise, quite unbelievable.
Because this was the first time in six years that he didn't have that dream.
Outside the door, his mother Ma Xi was still yelling, Zhou Yu tilted his head and looked at the door panel that was about to be scrapped for a while, and the corners of his mouth rarely curled up.
Today is a beautiful day.
It was the first time to get rid of the lingering nightmare, and Zhou Yu, who had always been emotionally indifferent, rarely experienced the feeling of relaxation and joy.
He got off the bed and put on his clothes slowly, not forgetting to fold the quilt into tofu cubes.
Then, after finishing everything, he opened the ravaged door.
Outside the door was Ma Xi, a middle-aged woman whose face was blue with anger. She looked at Zhou Yu, who was leisurely and leisurely, and raised her hand high, ready to teach this disobedient idiot son a hard lesson.
"you this-"
Standing by the door, Zhou Yu gave her a cold look, and there was a frightening halo reflected in his black and white eyes.
Marci was shocked, her breathing was stagnant, and her raised palm froze immediately.
"—Give my mother some time in the future!" The corners of his eyes twitched, Ma Xi cursed a little forcefully, not daring to face this son who was exuding a strange aura, turned around and ran down the stairs.
Zhou Yu watched the wrinkled middle-aged woman run away as if she had seen a ghost, feeling a little bewildered.
He was already prepared to avoid that slap, but he didn't slap him
Although it was a bit strange for Marci's weird behavior, Zhou Yu didn't take it seriously, and immediately put it behind him.
This woman's neurosis is not a day or two. He doesn't care much about this woman's life and death, and he doesn't bother to explore her abnormalities.
Going downstairs, Zhou Yu saw a family of three eating at the dining table.
With a twinkle in his eyes, Zhou Yu found that there were only three sets of tableware on the table, not his share.
So, Zhou Yu turned on his toes and walked towards the kitchen.
He wasn't used to being hungry, so he had to go to the kitchen to see what else was available.
Seeing the stepson who came down after being called for a long time walked towards the kitchen so impolitely without even saying hello, the strong man sitting at the head of the table immediately raised his eyebrows and burst into anger.
"Hey, you little bastard! You don't even say thank you if you live with me! You just turned your face away!" As he said this, the brawny man was about to stand up and teach his ignorant stepson a lesson, but he was caught by his wife Ma Xi was stopped.
Ma Xi's cloudy blue eyes flashed, and he hesitated: "Honey, let's say goodbye first, that little bastard is going to class today, if any injuries are found, the mayor will fine me my salary and that subsidy... "
Even though he said so, the creepy black eyes just now flashed in front of Ma Xi's eyes, her heart trembled uncontrollably, subconsciously she didn't want her husband to touch that weird child.
Hearing that it was about a subsidy, the strong man had no choice but to swallow his grievances, and planned to teach his stepson a lesson when he was free next time.
After all, their family is not rich, and the mayor promised to give them a monthly government subsidy because of the foster stepson, which is very worthwhile for them.
On the other side, Zhou Yu has managed to find a few slices of bread and a carton of milk in the kitchen.
He tore open pieces of cold bread and stuffed them into his mouth with a flat expression.
No matter what he eats, good or bad, he always has this expression.
In fact, he doesn't care much about the deliciousness of the food, as long as it can fill his stomach and keep him alive, he will eat it no matter how unpalatable it is.
It was one of the most useful things he had learned in all these years in a mental institution.