My House of Horrors Chapter 633: There is no way to escape

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"Is this human cruelty to animals, or is animal cruelty to humans?"

The drunk man looked at the photos. The cruel pictures on it made him very uncomfortable.

He did n’t read all the photos and put them back in the drawer. When he retracted his hands, he suddenly felt his palms sticky.

With the help of mobile phone lighting, the drunkard's eyelids jumped abruptly. The hand on which he flipped the photo was all black and red blood.

"I haven't touched anything except the photos! Did this blood flow from the photos?"

Standing alone in the deserted little building, there seemed to be something running back and forth in the hallway, the wind chimes sounded, and there was a mob-shaped monster in the yard outside the house.

In this case, the drunkard did not dare to leave the room.

"The monster that just sprinkled dog hair on the window sill was on the second floor. This room is the furthest away from the stairs and is considered the safest room."

He did not dare to leave, fearing that the monster would stand outside as soon as the door opened.

But staying in the room, he was panicked again: "How could blood leak out of the picture? It should be that my hand accidentally rubbed somewhere in the drawer, maybe there is a mezzanine hidden in this drawer."

Courage, the drunkard took the drawer at the bottom of the desk and put it on the floor.

This time he saw clearly, there are only photos in the drawer.

"Is blood really flowing from the photos?" The real-life attempt was subverted. He was standing upside down and had an impulsive urge to leave the room.

Looking at the photos, the drunkard found something strange.

All the photos of abusing living people did not take human faces, and in all the photos of abusing animals, when the animal is dying, there will always be a hand pinching the neck of the animal, as if displaying a trophy. Face exposed.

"It's really a pervert." I don't know whether it's because of watching it for a long time, or other reasons. The drunkard found that all the animals in the photos seemed to be laughing.

"I was the first to see such expressions on the dog ’s face, should they be laughing? Dogs who can laugh?" The drunkard shuddered, and he dared not get close to the photos on the ground, scanning Around, the longer this room seemed to be more terrifying: "I always feel that this building is more scary than the one just now."

He put his hand on the bed sheet, and the drunkard wanted to wipe the blood from his palm, but he seemed to have touched something with his fingers.

He hesitated again and again and opened the sheets, and a strong smell came out.

On the mattress of the wooden bed, there was a pool of human-shaped blood that had already solidified.

Just from the shape of the mattress, it can be seen that the victim died very painfully. The blood stains began to burst from the stomach. It seemed to be thrown down by some beast, and then was bitten through the neck and stomach.

The drunk man is just a business man. Where has he seen this scene?

The body seems to be petrified, and the brain cannot control the body at all.

The scalp is numb, and there is a qi out of his lungs. He bit his hand at the last moment, so there was no screaming.

"No one died in the room! It was on this bed!"

These two thoughts flashed in his mind instantly. He didn't dare to stay here. For people living in peaceful times, this was the drunken man's closest time to words like death and homicide.

His pupils shuddered, and he only reacted for a long time, throwing the sheet in his hand aside.

Looking down at your feet, the faces of the animals in the picture are printed in your head: "That dog is laughing, that dog is really laughing! I read it right!"

The drunk man was scared a little nervously, but this is really not to blame him, drunk riding a hearse, the world seems different after waking up.

Everything here is something he has n’t encountered before, even in a nightmare.

"You must leave, you must not stay here!"

The drunk man walked against the wall to the window, holding the curtain in his hand, but he did not have the courage to open it, and he was really scared.

"Squeak ..."

Hesitant, the drunkard ’s legs are shaking, but sometimes it ’s weird. The more you are afraid, the more strange things will happen. They seem to know the weakness of the human heart.

A strange noise came from somewhere in the house, like a rat biting something.

"It seems to be coming from under the bed ..."

The drunkard did n’t die. He crouched down and looked under the bed. When the voice became louder, he opened the curtains directly.

The bedroom window has been half opened by someone. When the drunkard looks out through the glass, a face is looking in.

black hair, which sticks together like a rag, hangs down, and its thin, pale face begins to squeeze desperately into the house!

"Pa"

The drunk man exhausted the window with all his strength. The sound was loud. His mind was blank. The action of closing the window just now was his unconscious behavior.

Through the thin glass, the erected head was against the window, the cracked mouth opened slowly, and the broken tooth hit the glass, as if to say-finally found you.

Locking the window, the drunkard felt that he had exhausted all his strength. As soon as he sat down on the ground, he looked up at the head standing outside the window.

Don't wait for him to recover, his pants are soaked with something, and the feeling of being cold and sticky is very uncomfortable.

He was shocked and looked down. He just sat on the photo, and a cloud of blood was spreading on his pants.

Big eyes, the drunkard saw that in the photos of all animals on the ground being abused, the animal ’s head was gone, and black and red blood was seeping from the animal ’s broken neck.

The drunkard almost suffocated. He rolled up and stood up.

"Boom! Boom!"

The window was hit by the head, and the drunkard did n’t dare to look at it, propped himself up and ran outside.

"Help, help, where are the others?" He came to the corridor and wanted to hide in another room, but he saw a shadow on the corner of the stairs on the second floor as soon as he came out.

Like a dog, like a person!

"What is it?"

Dare not to approach the stairs, the drunkard turned and hid in another room.

He didn't look, he closed the door directly, and after locking it, leaned on the door and gasped.

For an ordinary person, he has not been scared crazy, he is already mentally strong.

"No, hurry and go out to meet other people!" The drunk man remembered the other passengers at this time. He pushed the table behind the door and began to look at the room.

Gas stove, refrigerator, and a large cabinet.

"This is where they cook?"

The drunk man looked around and the sweat on his forehead went down frantically. He ran into the kitchen on this two-story building. Unfortunately, the kitchen had no windows.

"It's over."

The sound of broken glass came from outside, and the wind chimes in the hallway were getting bigger and bigger. The drunkard was reluctant to give up. Driven by his strong desire to survive, he began to find something useful in the kitchen.