My House of Horrors Chapter 632: How do you feel everywhere in the room

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"Smelly!"

The drunkard ’s wine has been completely awake. He covers his nose and mouth and takes his phone to the doghouse.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing dirty in it.

"It looks very clean, but why is it so smelly? My raw meat is not covered with such a big smell!"

Unfortunately disgusted, the drunk picked up the tree branch next to it and poked the dirt in the doghouse a few times: "There is nothing buried underneath? Where did the smell come from? How do I feel so saturated? Go inside the board? "

The messy footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, and the drunk man took a step back. He couldn't bear the stench and turned into the small building from the window beside.

"I hope that the family of three will not lead the monsters here." The drunk man slightly regretted why he wanted to call a middle-aged man together. Did n’t this reveal his position?

With his hand on his head, the drunkard crouched under the window sill, and he pinched himself again: "It must not be a dream. What was that thing just now? Can you run so fast with the remaining head? Is it moving with your chin?" "

In the eyes of the drunkard, the family of three is estimated to be more aggressive, and he is not prepared to rescue each other: "The passengers in the bus except me may have been annihilated by the whole army. No one dares to face that thing. , There must be no one ... "

The brain is still dizzy, and the drunkard is scared out of sweat: "What should I do now? There is no signal on the phone, I do n’t even know where I am. Forget it, just hide here until the fog disappears. Right. "

Eat a bit, grow a wit, and the drunkard will no longer dare to run around.

He squatted under the window and waited for a few minutes, when he heard the sound of the door in the courtyard.

"Someone is coming in!"

Hold your breath, and the drunkards dare not show up.

He listened in a vertical ear, and after the door made a noise, the yard soon became quiet again.

"Just came in and looked at it? Didn't the monster find me?" The drunkard was smart this time. He didn't look up directly at the window. He was also afraid to look up at the window to see someone just looking inside.

Turn on your phone, the drunkard adjusts the angle, and uses the camera function to watch the courtyard outside.

The door is half open, and there is no one in the yard.

"This is a lucky luck." The drunkard stood up and accidentally touched the bottle on the window sill when he withdrew his phone.

"Air freshener?" The drunk man put the bottle back in place, not paying much attention.

Straight up, the drunkard finally has time to watch around.

I do n’t know if it ’s an illusion. He always feels the sound of something seemingly in his ears, as if a wind chime is ringing.

People in certain parts of the country have this habit. Hanging a wind chime at the door, as long as the wind chime sounds, it means someone has entered the house.

If it is usual, this sound is nothing to the drunkard, but it is different now. He always feels that there is something in the porch that keeps walking around, and the speed is very fast.

As soon as he thought of other things in this room, his heart jumped.

Footsteps moved on the floor, the drunkard turned his back to the window, and vaguely felt a sudden dimness behind him, as if the light of the window was blocked by something.

A person is standing outside the window? !

The thought came to my mind, the drunkard's scalp was about to explode, his body stiffened in place, the wind ringing in his ear kept ringing, more and more clear.

What is approaching?

The drunkard summoned all the courage to look back, the window was empty and there was nothing.

"A false alarm?" When he stepped back to the window and touched the window frame with his fingers, he felt a little stubborn. With the help of the bright light of his mobile phone, he found that there was a lot of black dog hair in the gap of the window frame.

"Pap!"

The window on the second floor of the small building was pushed open with a crunch, the drunkard's body shivered, and the palm hair fell to the ground.

He heard it clearly, and the sound of opening the window was above him!

I do n’t know if this is a coincidence, or who is deliberately playing tricks on him.

He did n’t dare to jump out of the window and left, and felt that it was really unsafe to stay inside.

When he was tangled, more dog hair fell from his head.

"Why are there so many dog ​​hairs?" He remembered the empty kennel in the yard and the strong smell!

"What the **** is going on?" He didn't dare to look up. The drunkard was not curious about anything on the second floor staring at him. At this time, he just wanted to be alone.

"Can't delay any longer, you have to leave!" The drunkard just made this decision in his heart. The door in the yard was pushed again. In the dark, something similar to the mop stuck in the door.

Seeing the face hidden in rags and black hair, the drunkard ’s heart seemed to be immersed in ice water.

He could n’t even close the window, and left the room close to the courtyard.

"Damn, why did he show up at this time?" The drunk man ran into the hallway, and the wind chimes came from the end of the aisle. Several pairs of broken slippers were thrown on the floor, and the room was a little messy.

"The dog hair just fell from the second floor. There are also unclean things on the second floor of the house! I can't go to the second floor. It's better to stay away from the stairs!"

The drunk man took a deep breath to keep himself calm. He got into the room furthest away from the stairs.

The floor made a weird sound, and I do n’t know where the strange singing of the children came. It was like someone had touched the recorder left by the dead, and the room became more and more weird.

"In the slippers I saw in the corridor just now, there are adult and children, there may be more than one thing in this room ..."

The more and more I fear, the drunkard ’s back is soaked and his body is cold.

"Hope they will not come in."

Close the door gently. The drunkard saw a few empty bottles thrown behind the door. The shape was similar to the bottle on the window sill: "So much air freshener in the house?"

He tossed the bottle aside and found bagged deodorant pills and a lot of perfume in the corner of the room.

"Why are there so many deodorizing things? What happened in this room?" The drunkard never thought that he thought of the stinking dog kennel: "The dog kennel is clean but full of stench, The living room is messy but the smell is fragrant, there must be something wrong with it. "

He glanced around. This should be the bedroom of a young man. There were some fashion magazines and fitness books on the bed. Dumbbells and weight scales were placed under the table.

The layout in the room looked normal, but after a careful search, the drunkard ’s heart was shrouded in unspeakable fear.

He opened a drawer at the bottom of his desk, which contained a thick stack of photos, recording various images of animal cruelty, which made people shudder.

However, this is not the most terrifying. The drunkard continues to turn down. The top one-quarter photo is of a faceless young man who is cruelty to animals, and the remaining three-quarters of photos are abused. The protagonist becomes that young man.