My House of Horrors Chapter 302: I will realize your dream (1)

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The old lady was hospitalized for treatment and rented the house to a salesperson.

The salesman is a foreigner, in his thirties. According to the company's requirements, he wears a white shirt every day. He is very gentle and polite.

The seemingly gentle salesman, in fact, has a lot of holes in his heart, he is a very unlucky person.

No matter what you do, you will always fail for some unknown reason.

Sometimes weird things happen around me, such as having nightmares at night, dreaming that my wife was put in a drawer in a corpse, tangled and worried all night, and I wake up in the morning and think I have no female friend.

Out of the blue sky, just halfway down there was heavy rain, and the clothes were soaked. I thought of the breakfast shop to avoid the rain and have a breakfast. When I touched my pocket, I found that my wallet was lost.

I could n’t catch a car and walked to the company. I was scolded by my boss when I was late. The customers I received all day long did not wait to see him. .

A bumpy day for others is just a daily routine for salespeople.

Compared to those unlucky things, what really made him despair is that the house where he lives seems to be haunted!

He lives alone in an old house and wants to relax watching TV at night. Whenever he sees a happy place, he is still not happy, and laughter comes from behind him.

There are many similar things, half of them in the shower, someone will hand him shampoo, no paper in the toilet, a roll of toilet paper will roll in from outside the bathroom.

He used to be a determined atheist, but this experience of renting a house is slowly subverting his worldview.

In order to prove that he was not mentally ill, he bought a camera and filmed in the house.

After a week, he found that there really seemed to be a ghost in the room, and that ghost was hidden in the drawer!

The salesperson tried to seal all the wardrobes and drawers in the house with wooden boards, and the ghost never appeared again. But he became more and more unlucky. About a month later, he was dismissed by his boss and had a car accident on the way home.

After the salesman died, he knew that there was a ghost in his body. The ghost in the apartment had been suppressing him. Later, he closed the drawer and the wardrobe. The ghost did not check and balance with other ghosts, and finally killed he.

The protagonist of the fourth story is an old lady of the landlord. The room she rented out had several consecutive tenants accidents. She was extremely guilty. She insisted that everything was her fault.

Sometimes, the old man ’s spirit is in trouble. She always feels that her children and the first two tenants have not left, and everyone still lives in this old house.

She asked the neighbors and the people around her again and again, knowing that the old neighbors in the old house could not avoid the old lady, thinking that she was an ominous woman and intentionally alienated.

Some people are even fleeing and moving away. There are fewer and fewer tenants in the building, and the old lady is also silent.

Slowly, I do n’t know when the haunted legend of a room appeared in the community. The old lady itself has become a synonym for ghost and abnormal.

Everyone is far away from her, no one wants to associate with her.

After a while, the old lady encountered a poor painter under the flyover.

The painter has a swollen nose and a swollen face. It seems that he has just had a fight with people. The old lady sympathized with him and wanted the painter to paint a picture for his deceased son.

Originally, she just wanted to find a reason to subsidize the painter for a meal. As a result, who knew that the character drawn by the painter was very similar to his son, not only in appearance, but also in temperament and eyes.

The old lady treasured the painter's painting and hung it in the house.

What she did not expect was that in the evening of the next day, someone came to rent a house, and the new tenant was a painter.

The painter did not expect that the landlord would be an old lady. He just searched the old town and found this house to be the cheapest.

Life is the combination of countless coincidences. The painter met the first person in his life who admired him and gained the first fan. The old lady also met a person who was not afraid of her and was willing to talk to her.

The painter has become a new tenant in the old house. The old lady only paid a fee for the painter. She treats the painter as her own child. Her favorite thing to do is listen to the painter to talk about her dreams.

After a month or two, the old lady gradually discovered some strange things in the painter.

The artist often talks with his paintings, and every night, various strange sounds can be heard from the artist ’s room.

In the third month, the old lady was really curious and secretly entered the room to check while the painter was out and submitting.

As a result, she found a hand-made comic book in the drawer of the painter's work table. There are four stories in it.

Eerie characters, horrible plots, every character seems to be alive.

What ’s even more incredible is that the first three comic stories correspond to the old man ’s son, English teacher and salesperson.

The old man became more and more frightened. Then she opened the fourth story. What she did not expect was that the protagonist of the fourth story turned out to be herself, telling what happened after she met the artist.

The fourth story ends here, and then the last story.

The fifth story is very short, similar to Fanwai, the protagonist is a cartoonist, with a standard middle-aged frustrated face, a very mournful and decadent look.

The comic introduces his day's life. He gets up at 5:20 in the morning. He is full of energy to cheer himself up at the mirror, and then he removes the drawing paper from the drawer and proofreads the draft.

Busy to 08:20, he sorted out all the drafts and went to a local publishing house in Jiujiang with a bag to recommend his comics to the editor.

The result is that he spent a month of hard work being denied in 15 minutes. The whole person walked out of the office like a walking dead.

He took the sketch and sat beside the road, looking at the bustling city, and waited until it was almost dark before crying and returning home.

Walking through the noisy city and entering the dark corridor, he opened the door of Room 304.

The warm light shined on him. The old lady of the landlord prepared the food for him. The old man said that he had seen his painting this morning and it was very good.

The painter has forgotten that this is the first time he has been rejected. He apologized to the old man, and I am afraid that he will not continue to paint.

Going back to his room, the cartoonist locked the door and sat alone with his legs on the corner of the cabin.

He looked at a drawer full of rejection letters and buried his head deeply in his chest.

Time and time again, he crumpled the dismissed paintings and threw them in the trash can.

He kept complaining and felt wronged again, saying that he had no talent for painting, and decided to give up everything. Even if he jumped upstairs, he would never paint again.

Exhausted to 12 o'clock in the evening, the exhausted cartoonist fell asleep on the mat.

The light in the hut flashed and suddenly went out.

The crumpled drawing paper in the trash bin ran out by itself, spread out a little bit, was put seriously in the cabinet, and the table was reorganized again.

The last part of the manga became black and white. The cartoonist in the hut was already asleep, but there were several "people" floating beside him.

Headed by a tall, thin man, he grabbed a quilt with his left hand to cover the cartoonist. It ’s really uncomfortable to say something in his mouth.

Beside him is a woman whose body is about to spread out like a building block. The woman looks beautiful, frowns, and throws a very small part of the cartoonist into a human fragment, then throws away all the scraps .

Another man in a black shirt was standing at the table while he was holding a pen to refine a cartoonist ’s draft.

One night passed quickly. At 5:20 the next morning, the alarm sounded on time, and the cartoonist suddenly woke up from his dream.

He turned off the alarm clock, picked up the mirror and looked at the face in the mirror, and started cheering himself up.

"It's another day full of vitality, no matter how hard it is! It's too poor to talk about it, and it will always come out when it does not die!"