Sheep blood with a smell, pig blood with a smell, chicken and duck blood with a smell, only the smell of human blood is the most special, salty with a faint rust smell, if you taste with the tip of the tongue, you can also feel a trace of sweetness.
"It's human blood!"
I don't think a haunted house uses real human blood to create a scary atmosphere, blood is not easy to preserve, and the average visitor can't tell the type of blood just from its appearance.
Irradiated with a flashlight, the blood stains were distributed irregularly on the iron cable, as if they had accidentally burst on.
If the blood flies out of the wound by shaking it, then the blood spots should appear in a straight line, or be concentrated near a straight line, which is clearly not the case in front of you.
"The blood is still fresh, it should be that when someone stayed at the door, the body was cut by a sharp blade, causing the blood to fly out."
There were only blood spots on the chains, and there were no brains, bile, or other things, and the victim's injuries were not too serious.
The area leading to the underground was locked, and I had to go to the other two themed areas first.
Walking into the scary and eerie haunted house, the lights on both sides are getting dimmer and two forks in the road appear in front of you, leading to two different themed areas.
Based on the premise that there might actually be ghosts in the haunted house, I was very cautious and carefully read the backstories of both themes.
The building on the left tells the story of five children who played with the pen fairy while their parents were not at home on the night of the resurrection, and what really happened to them, four of the five children were killed and turned into ghosts, and visitors need to find the only surviving child to escape.
The building on the right is a little more modern, and it mainly says that in an abandoned hospital, a homicidal demon has imprisoned visitors, and visitors need to hide from the wandering murderer and find the key to escape.
The park will be closed in a few minutes, the haunted house has long been closed, there are signs in both passages that prohibit entry, and there are no staff around, only an unmanned desk with some disclaimer agreements on it, to the effect that people with a history of mental illness and heart disease are not allowed to enter, and if something happens, it has nothing to do with the park.
"When midnight falls, the amusement park built on top of the cemetery, and the haunted house where there may be real spirits, this is a bit of a netherworld show."
I picked up my big phone, climbed over the guardrail, and entered the building on the left first.
The old-fashioned wooden staircase, which was deliberately made to be old, crunched when stepped on, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.
"The environment is good, but unfortunately it doesn't scare me."
I walked up the dilapidated staircase to the entrance of the building, and in front of me was a hidden door.
"Anyone?"
There was silence in the darkness, no response around me, and I could only hear my own heartbeat and the moaning of the planks beneath my feet.
With my palm pressed against the doorknob, I slowly pushed it away, but as soon as I was halfway there, there was a slight sound overhead, like a machine spring, and when I looked up, I saw a distorted face falling from the door frame!
"What?!"
Taking a step back out of the room, I touched my chest and shook my flashlight, and a rag doll was lying quietly on the carpet in the doorway.
"Put this doll on the door frame in advance, as long as you push the door, it will fall directly on the top of the visitor's head, the psychology of the person who designed the haunted house is really dark."
I picked up the rag doll on the ground, handmade, tattered, and the eyeballs on my face were buttoned off, and replaced them with the facial features that were carefully drawn with a red watercolor pen.
I was overshadowed before I entered the door, and I didn't dare to be careless, so I held my breath and raised my vigilance.
The inside of the haunted house is much larger than the outside, with three floors, no windows, completely sealed, and because the staff are already off duty, there is not even a light inside.
I stood at the door, and I felt a little worried, shook my flashlight, and walked inside.
The first floor is the living room, about thirty or forty square meters, which is placed in all kinds of very common furniture, and I slowly walked to the middle of the living room.
On a knee-high coffee table is an upside-down plate, under which is pressed a white piece of paper full of squares.
Although my main goal is to find Tie Ningxiang and Yiyi, due to my professional instinct, it is difficult for me to develop immunity to these puzzle-solving things.
Flipping through the plate, the names of five children were pressed underneath, like five-pointed stars, with a name written in each direction.
On closer inspection, four of the names were crossed out with a red ballpoint pen, and only one name was spared.
"Chi Xiaotong?"
I picked up the blank paper and read the somewhat awkward name: "Do you have to find this girl if you want to clear the haunted house normally?"
” There was a breeze behind me, and I suddenly felt something moving and hurriedly turned around, but everything was fine and I didn't find anything.
"I'm underestimating this haunted house, and world-class horror doesn't seem to be entirely blown."
I took the blank paper and continued to look at the other things on the table: "If only the surviving girl can be considered passed, then the actor of the little girl must have left now, and no matter how hard I try to find it, it is impossible for me to clear the customs normally." ” There was also a ballpoint pen, a few photographs, and some textbooks and homework on the coffee table, and I didn't find much out of it.
But just as I was looking through the materials on the table, a cold wind blew behind me.
"It's certainly not a delusion."
Thinking in my head, I quickly understood the intention of the haunted house designer, a large number of things on the table can provide very few clues, their purpose is only to attract the attention of the visitor, and then when the visitor is engrossed in studying the material, the real horror suddenly appears from behind!
"What a perverted design, full of malice!"
I pretended to continue looking through the information, and sure enough, there was another cold wind behind me.
"Is it a human or a ghost?"
I clenched the flashlight, swung my fist and hit him behind me, whatever it was, if it was urgent, I would beat him first.
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But I didn't expect that this punch would be missed, and when I turned around and looked back, there was still nothing.
"Shouldn't it?"
I shone my flashlight, and when the beam was raised, I suddenly saw a terrible-looking rag doll on the wooden staircase leading to the second floor!
"When was it put there?
Was it put by the staff?
Why didn't I notice it at all?
Three gusts of wind blew, and there was an ugly rag doll on the stairs, and I couldn't figure out the principle: "Is it really haunted?"
It's not even twelve o'clock in the morning, probably not. ” As soon as I turned around and was about to walk over to check, there was a faint glimmer behind me, and the timing of the light was just right, as if someone was secretly monitoring my every move and then taking countermeasures.
"What's it this time?"
I slowly turned my head around, and the dilapidated square box TV that had been placed two or three meters opposite the coffee table actually appeared a foot behind me, touching the wooden coffee table, as if I had come by myself.
What's even more terrifying is that it doesn't know when it has turned on automatically, there is no sound, and in the black and white screen, there is a little girl with a scar on her body who is staring at me tightly with dead fish eyes!
I swallowed my saliva hard, my palms were already sweaty, and these things would never scare me if I came in at another time, but in this paradise, at this moment, I clearly knew that the haunted house might be hiding real ghosts, and I couldn't tell if they were man-made spoofs, and those things were full of traps of murderous intent.
There were no lights in the haunted house, and it was all lit by flashlights, so I took a breath and walked around to the back of the TV and leaned over to look.
"Uncle's!"
It turned out that there were mechanical wheels under the TV cabinet, and I unceremoniously violently dismantled the floor, and below it was a transmission similar to a track.
I picked up the ballpoint pen on the table and pinned the track to prevent it from running back and forth, cursed, and walked towards the rag doll that appeared for no apparent reason.
This rag doll that suddenly appeared was very similar to the one at the door, its original facial expression was all destroyed and torn, and the eyebrows and eyes on its face were drawn with a red pen.
"The painting sucks."
The person who painted the facial features of the rag doll did not deliberately draw it very scary, but had a clear eye, as if it was to pass the boring time, and the painting was very detailed.
For example, the doll in my hand, the other party not only drew her basic facial features, but also deliberately dotted a mole on the doll's cheeks with a black pen.