United States
Telluride, Colorado.
Located in the western United States, this small town with a population of only a few thousand people was once mainly engaged in silver mining. Now because it is located in the glacier valley of the San Juan Mountains, it has become one of the most famous tourist towns in the United States relying on the geographical advantage of having a world-class ski resort.
This small town on the edge of the cliff is pristine and pure. Tourists from all over the world who come for sightseeing or camping can enjoy any outdoor sports imaginable in any season.
There is another very attractive place in Telluride: it is the shooting location of many TV dramas and movies. It is a cultural center that has a great influence on popular culture. The bluegrass music festival and international movies are held every summer in the town. Section.
Now is the time when people in the whole town are caught in the film festival carnival.
However, in this lively and beautiful town, there is such a high-end community inhabited by wealthy businessmen.
In the middle of the community, there is a very exquisite and stately villa.
The well-manicured lawn, the solid-textured glass tiles and the beautifully patterned window frames all show people the superior wealth and taste of this family.
But the atmosphere surrounding this house has become very uncomfortable since a week ago.
Everyone who passes by, whether it is a newspaper boy delivering a newspaper, a garbage collector, or a neighbor coming and going, will inexplicably feel a certain chilly atmosphere when approaching here.
Of course, because the entire town is in a glacier zone, people naturally think that this kind of chill is just the cold wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains that makes people feel a little cold.
Therefore, no one noticed the terrible suffering and torment that the harmonious and prosperous family who lived in this beautiful villa experienced during this week.
The head of the family, Mr. Ke Lin, sixty-one years old. At this time of the day, I would walk across the lawn from the corridor of the front door heartily, take the newspapers and envelopes packed into the mailbox by the newsboy and the postman back to the house, and then relax and drink in front of the beech wood burning fireplace. Coffee while reading those newspapers and letters.
He has always been like this...
But today, Mr. Colin’s atmosphere is a bit strange. His dry and greasy skin has lost its usual luster, his loose chin swayed helplessly, and his two shaky eyes hung desperately on his sad face. It's like an old camel that was frightened during the theft, and it was the same old camel that ran away in the desert for days and nights after the theft and didn't sleep.
He nervously looked around at the door of his home. The thick Tweed shirt was turning in the clear morning breeze. There are a lot of dark red blood spots on it, maybe it was accidentally splashed on when the meat was chopped
Can so much blood be spilled, is it killing something that is still alive...
Finally, a glimmer of hope ignited in his turbid eyes, as if he saw Jesus coming to help the world, with joy, he quickly walked across the lawn to the mailbox outside the courtyard.
Colin reluctantly pretended to be cheerful and busy: "Hi! Jerry! What a good morning!" His tone was unnaturally high.
The person to whom Colin greeted him, the neighbor in long pajamas and gold reading glasses waved his hand: "Yes, Colin! The air is really good today!" He took out several envelopes from his mailbox: "Oh. ! How is your granddaughter? This little guy is so cheerful, why haven't you seen her running around these days?"
Colin trembled all over, and said with a false smile: "Ha! Poor little guy, she got her feet in the backyard, she won't go out these days!"
Jerry frowned: "My feet? Oh, that's too bad! Would you like me to take a freshly baked blueberry cookie to see her?"
Colin almost jumped up, and he shook his head like a rattle: "Oh...no, no, no!" He saw Jerry looking at himself in surprise, and said with an embarrassing smile: "Oh, that little guy said he was too ugly now. , So I don’t want others to see her now!"
"That...okay~~" Jerry shrugged and said, "Well, when we get home, please give her a hug for me and Bonnie!"
Colin quickly looked back at his door, then stretched out his hand excitedly: "Okay, thank you Jerry!" He forcefully pulled out the hand Jerry had originally placed in his pocket, and then Hold it tightly.
Jerry was confused by Colin's unreasonable actions, but hesitantly obeyed.
"Thank you! Jerry!" Colin squeezed Jerry's hand white, then forgot Jerry with a look that was almost begging, suddenly let go of his hand, turned and ran back into the house quickly.
While Jerry stood still holding a handshake posture, he unfolded the note that Colin had just stuffed from his palm, and the crumpled paper said in scribbled handwriting: "There is a devil in the house! Please help we!"
Jerry, an old gentleman, a good neighbor of the Colin family, or maybe...
The monster that had hollowed out Jerry's body and entered it to pretend to be himself, his eyes suddenly turned upwards, and then revealed a pair of cruel eyes that are characteristic of cold-blooded animals with narrow and long pupils: "Haha! Dare to play such cleverness under the eyelids of the leader! Fortunately, the old man told me to keep a watch nearby!"
"Jerry" tore up the distress note that carried the last hopes of the Colin family, and happily returned to his house, because there was a "fresh meal" waiting for "him"...
Colin's calf was twitching, and he ran back into the room tense.
The trembling hands closed the door tightly, then walked around the bulldog that had been torn into three sections, stepped over the smelly corpse of his son, and trot on tiptoe all the way through the hall into the warm kitchen.
An elderly woman with a fat body was stewing meat on the stove, while the other young woman standing by the window carefully opened a gap in the curtain and looked towards the outside.
Colin stared bloodshot eyes, and his shrill voice sounded like a frightened little girl: "That evil... where is our little granddaughter?"
Emma, Colin's wife, she looked as tortured as Colin, holding the spoon tremblingly and turning her fat body, said in a very low voice: "She was upstairs with Mart Play..."
"Oh! God, save us!" The shaggy young woman suddenly covered her face and sobbed: "Matt is only two years old..."
Colin clung to the young woman's shoulders and shook: "Hush...Don't let her hear! Linda, Tom is dead, you must be strong!"
Emma's eyes were filled with tears: "But what are we going to do?"
Colin lowered his head in frustration and helplessness. He suddenly stared at the sharply polished kitchen knife on the cupboard, his eyes flashing like a beast: "I don't know, but if we do nothing, we will only be caught That demon is tortured to death!" He reached out and drew out the eliminator on it and hid it in his sleeve.
Colin's daughter-in-law, Linda shook her head in pain: "Oh...my Catherine, she is such a cute little angel, why did she suddenly become like this?"
Colin said emotionally: "That is definitely not Catherine! Our Catherine is no longer there! There must be something evil in her now!"
Linda looked at Colin with red and swollen eyes. She covered her face and let out a sad cry: "Oh! God! Jesus Christ! Oh! My Tom, his neck was twisted like a matchstick... "
Emma trembled and said, "Small Linda, she will hear it!"
"Shhh..." Colin pricked his ears and listened: "She's here!"
A series of brisk steps sounded overhead, and the sound of footsteps bounced from the stairs to the corridor, and after passing through the hall, appeared outside the kitchen door.
It was a little girl in a short white lace skirt. She looked like a little fairy, and she was only about four or five years old. She smiled at them with an innocent smile: "Grandpa! Grandma! Mom!" !"
The cute little loli smiles at the busy family members in the kitchen. It's really a warm and loving picture full of family happiness!
If it weren’t for the two corpses of the child’s father and pet dog in the hallway...
This little Lolita named Catherine has enviable long blonde hair and turquoise eyes. She is a cute little Lolita who will make anyone want to hug and kiss. But lovely Catherine, her eyes that should have been innocent and innocent, now emit a chilling and deep light.
She blinked sinister eyes, raised her head and asked in a naughty voice: "Huh? Grandpa, grandma, mother! What are you whispering secretly?"
A seemingly simple question for a little loli, but like a cold winter wind, made the three adults' hairs stand upside down.
Emma was the first to react in extreme fear: "We are talking about... um..." She squeezed out a three-pointer with a smile, seven-pointer more like a weird expression: "How to make our baby Catherine happy! "
Colin also followed with a stiff smile: "Yes...hehe...yes..."
However, Linda didn't have a smile on her face. She pointed to Catherine's body with an earthy face and asked, "Dear... honey, what's wrong with your skirt?"
"Huh? What's the matter?" Catherine lowered her head ignorantly, then smiled happily and said: "Oh! Matt is always crying, which makes me so annoying! So..." She stretched out her hand in the blockbuster. The blood-stained dress was smeared, and then he took out a small group of bloody things from his pocket: "I took out his spleen! He has become very quiet and well-behaved now~~~ Mom, I am Not very smart? Hahahaha..."
"Ah!" The pale Emma couldn't help exclaiming, but suddenly she covered her mouth and dared not make a sound. The spoon in her hand fell on the ground with a "click".
First, the son was screwed off his neck, and now even the young grandson is cruelly dealt with!
Unbearable Colin's blood rushed straight into his forehead, he squeezed the handle of the knife in his sleeve and rushed to Catherine desperately! (End of this chapter)