"It stinks!"
The drunk man was completely awake. He covered his mouth and nose, and took a mobile phone to look at the kennel.
Contrary to his expectations, there was nothing dirty inside.
"It looks clean, but why is it so stinky? My raw meat doesn't have such a big stench even if it's been covered up!"
Enduring the nausea, the drunk man picked up the tree branch next to him and poked the soil in the kennel a few times: "There's nothing buried under it? Where did the odor come from? Why does it feel like it's soaked into the wooden board? already?"
The cluttered footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, and the drunk took a step back. He couldn't stand the stench, and turned into the small building from the side window.
"I hope that family of three won't bring monsters here." The drunk man faintly regretted why he had asked a middle-aged man to join him in the first place. Isn't this revealing his position
Holding his head, the drunk man squatted under the window sill. He pinched himself again: "It must not be a dream. What was that thing just now? Can it run so fast with its head left? Is it moving with its chin?"
From the drunk man's point of view, the family of three is probably in a bad way, and he is not going to save each other: "The passengers in the bus, except me, may have been wiped out, no one dares to face that thing, there must be no people… "
His mind was still dizzy, and the drunk man was sweating out of fear: "What should I do now? There is no cell phone signal, and I don't even know where I am. Forget it, just hide here and wait for the fog to dissipate."
Eating a cut grows a wiser, and a drunkard no longer dares to run around.
He crouched under the window and waited for a few minutes when suddenly he heard the door in the yard making a noise.
"Someone is in!"
Hold your breath, the drunkard does not dare to come out.
He pricked his ears and listened. After the door made a sound, the yard soon became quiet again.
"Just came in and took a look? The monster didn't find me?" The drunk man learned to be smart this time. He didn't look up directly at the window. He was also afraid that when he looked up, he would find someone looking in the window.
Turn on the phone, the drunk man adjusts the angle, and uses the camera function to watch the yard outside.
The door was ajar, and there was no one in the yard.
"It's a good fortune in misfortune." The drunk man stood up and accidentally touched the bottle on the windowsill when he retracted his phone.
"Air freshener?" The drunk put the bottle back into place, not paying too much attention.
Straightening up, the drunk finally had time to look around.
I don't know if it was an illusion or not, but he always felt that he could hear a vague sound in his ear, as if a wind chime was ringing.
People in some parts of the country have this habit of hanging wind chimes at the door. As long as the wind chimes make a sound, it means that someone has entered the house.
If it was normal, this sound would be nothing to a drunk man, but now it is different. He always feels that something is walking around in the entrance, and it is very fast.
Just the thought of something else in this room made his heart pound.
The footsteps moved on the floor, and the drunk man turned his back to the window, vaguely feeling that there was a sudden darkness behind him, as if the light of the window was blocked by something.
Is there a person standing outside the window? !
This thought appeared in his mind, the drunk man's scalp was about to explode, his body froze in place, and the wind bells kept ringing in his ears, becoming more and more clear.
Is something approaching
The drunkard mustered all his courage and looked back, the window was empty and nothing.
"A false alarm?" He stepped back to the window, and when his fingers stroked the window frame, he felt a little prickly. Looking at it with the light of his mobile phone, he found that there were a lot of black dog hair in the gap of the window frame.
"Snapped!"
The window on the second floor of the small building was pushed open with a creak, the drunk man trembled, and the dog hair on his palm fell to the ground.
He could hear it clearly, and the sound of the window opening was right above his head!
I don't know if it's a coincidence, or someone is trying to trick him.
He didn't dare to jump out of the window, and felt that it was really unsafe to stay inside.
As he struggled, more dog hair fell from the top of his head.
"Why is there so much dog hair?" He thought of the empty kennel in the yard and the strong stench!
"What the hell is going on?" Dare to look up, the drunk man was not at all curious about what was staring at him on the second floor. At this time, he just wanted to be alone and quietly.
"I can't delay any longer, I have to leave!" Just as the drunkard made this decision in his heart, the door in the yard was pushed again, and something resembling a mop stuck in the door in the dark.
Seeing the face hidden in the rags and black hair, the drunkard's heart seemed to be dipped in ice water.
He didn't even bother to close the window, and quickly left the room near the courtyard.
"Damn, why did he show up at this time?" The drunk man ran into the corridor, the wind chimes came from the end of the corridor, and a few pairs of broken slippers were thrown on the floor, making the house a little messy.
"The dog hair fell from the second floor just now, and there are unclean things on the second floor of this house! I can't go to the second floor, it's better to stay away from the stairs!"
The drunk took a deep breath to keep himself calm, and slipped into the room furthest from the stairs.
The floor made a strange sound, and I don't know where the child's strange singing came from, as if someone touched the tape recorder left by the dead, and the room became more and more strange.
"In the slippers I saw in the corridor just now, there are adults and children. There may be more than one thing in this room..."
The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. The drunk man's back was soaked wet and his body was cold.
"Hopefully they don't come in."
Closing the door gently, the drunkard saw a few empty bottles behind the door, similar in shape to the bottles on the windowsill: "So many air fresheners in the house?"
He threw the bottle aside and found a bag of deodorant pills and a lot of perfume in the corner of the room.
"Why are there so many deodorizing things? What happened in this house?" The drunk man always thought of the foul-smelling kennel: "The kennel is clean but full of foul stench, and the living people live in it. The room is messy and fragrant, there must be something wrong here."
He glanced left and right, this should be a young man's bedroom, some fashion magazines and fitness guide books were thrown on the bed, and there were dumbbells and scales under the table.
The arrangement of the room looked normal, but after a careful search, the drunkard's heart was enveloped by an indescribable fear.
He opened a drawer at the bottom of the desk, and inside was a thick stack of photos, recording various scenes of animal cruelty, which made people shudder.
However, this is not the most terrifying. The drunk man continues to scroll down. The top quarter of the photos is of a faceless young man who is abusing animals. In the remaining three-quarters of the photos, the abused protagonist becomes a became that young man.