Seeking ghost stories. Which soldier in the death hotel told me?

Well, I heard it from my mother. My mother's sister, my aunt, what's wrong ... Aunt, she married a rich husband, and she is very happy every day. She often climbs mountains and has always been strong. Not long ago, she had a tumor on the back of her hand. I didn't pay much attention. Later, because of a dull pain, I went to Chang Gung to see a doctor. The doctor said it was a benign tumor. Just take it off. Who knows, only two weeks after the operation, the tumor actually came out again ...! Even the doctor can't explain why. Later, she went to do qigong. Master suddenly looked at her and asked her, did you go anywhere to sweep the grave in a certain month? My aunt was shocked and wanted to say how did he know? The master grabbed her wrist and frowned and said, you brought her back! ! Wow! What do you mean by asking in detail? It turned out that when my aunt went to visit the grave that day, she kicked something and the female ghost came back with her. It was after that that tumors began to grow on the back of her hand. Mom said: No wonder my head is a little dizzy every time I come back from your aunt's house. ...

I said, Wow! That aunt can't even be at home alone. Think about it, sitting alone in front of the mirror and looking at her in the mirror, I don't know what I saw ... hehe! This is exactly what I heard. My aunt told my mother about it because she was afraid that others would stay away from her, even her husband and children kept it from her. My mother only told me this, and I only told you this. ...

Now the tumor on the back of my aunt's hand has been urgently notified by the doctor for surgery. I heard that it has reached the point where it cannot be removed. Asked about the reason, the doctor only said: probably physical condition ... but my aunt felt that the back of her other hand seemed to bulge again ... God bless her.

1: Never look at the reflection in the toilet when you go to the toilet at night, because that's what you look like when you die. If it's an old man, it's ok. If it is what you are now, it means your life. ...

Don't look back when you open the door at night. No matter what happens, such as someone talking or greeting, don't look back, otherwise. ...

Don't look in the mirror if there is water in your eyes when you wash your face at night. If you see something you shouldn't see in the mirror, don't panic, or it will haunt you. Say to yourself: go, go, go, go, go. Until you can't see it.

Someone knocks at the door at night, don't open it immediately, or you will regret it. Just say to the door, "Come in. . "If you hear any sound, no matter where it comes from, don't open the door, unless you don't want to live, just say to yourself: the keeper will bless you, and the keeper will open the door. If you are a ghost, please watch the door. ...

5. If you are awakened by the bell of 12 at night, don't open your eyes immediately, or you will see something you shouldn't see, and you will regret it. ...

A missionary middle school in Ma On Shan, Sha Tin has been providing school bus service.

But one of the school buses had an appalling terrorist incident.

One morning, the school bus sped along a highway in the New Territories. An old woman walked out of the road from behind a tree.

The truck driving in the slow lane hit her right side, and the old woman was caught under the car, and her upper body rolled with the left front wheel.

The lower body was dragged, leaving the leg where the car was knocked down.

The driver kept driving at a high speed without knowing that he had knocked down the old woman.

Other vehicles honked their horns to stop the truck.

The distance between the old woman's head and feet is more than one kilometer.

The police sealed off the scene and collected the old woman's residual limbs. The destroyed head has no eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

Internal organs are scattered on roads and roadsides;

A rag on the wheel is wrapped in bits and pieces of internal organs and limbs, and bones protrude from the rag, and something is beating inside.

The jade bracelet on the old woman's right hand is missing.

When grandma was hit, the school bus was on the express line next to the van.

When the old woman was involved in the bottom of the car, her right hand was broken and flew off, bouncing to the next express line and stuck somewhere at the bottom of the school bus.

But the bus driver didn't know.

The school bus sends the students back to the school parking lot as usual.

The bus driver has to wait for half an hour in the parking lot to find a job.

So he squatted on one side, smoking and reading the newspaper. At this time, although the sun is turning white,

But when a daydreaming student looks at the parking lot outside the window,

Unexpectedly, I saw an old woman covered in blood wandering around the school bus.

His lips trembled with fear, and he raised his hand: "Ah ~ ah ~ ah ~" More than a dozen ah couldn't pronounce the word "sir".

The teacher finally understood his words and went to the window to look at the parking lot. He was shocked, too.

Sure enough, there was an old woman wandering around the parking lot bloody, as if looking for something.

But he wanted to pretend as if nothing had happened and turned to his classmates and said, "You are dreaming again. Others teach themselves first. 」

At this time, the driver of the school bus stood up and reached for the school bus to start.

He opened the door of the school bus and got into the driver's seat. He hasn't driven yet.

The teacher ran from the classroom to the parking lot and stopped him.

When the teacher told the story, the bus driver smiled and said, "Mr. Huang, you must be dizzy or hallucinating." 」

They walked around the school bus twice without seeing the old woman.

Finally, the school bus left.

The driver of the school bus sped along the highway as usual.

Suddenly, the driver saw an old woman with broken limbs standing at the rear of the car in the rearview mirror.

Her head rolled next to the driver.

In desperation, the driver stopped the car. The old woman's head suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The driver trembled with fear and his hair stood on end. In shock,

The old woman with a broken head suddenly appeared in front of the windshield.

The school bus driver was scared to pee. Resign from your company immediately the next day.

One afternoon, after school, the students walked to the parking lot and boarded the school bus.

The school bus driver counted the number of students.

Suddenly, the students found an old woman sitting in the car.

The troublesome student patted the old woman and asked, "This is for students, Grandma, why are you sitting here?" 」

The old woman suddenly became bloody, and her bones and internal organs fell from her body.

The students all rushed out of the car in fear.

Several girls were scared to tears.

Because the driver of the school bus turned his back on the scene of the incident, he only heard people shouting, but he couldn't see anything when he turned around.

So I ignored it.

This is how the haunted incident went away.

School parking lots and school buses are often haunted, and even in broad daylight, people still hit ghosts.

One noon, a group of boys went to play near the parking lot and saw something like a ball on the ground.

So I kicked it around.

After kicking for a while, a boy grabbed what was kicked at him with his bare hands.

He felt the thing rippling, so he took it in his hand to see it clearly.

Only then did I find out that it was a rotten head with hair, eyes, ears, mouth and nose falling off, because meat and mud were mixed together.

It looks like a rotten ball from a distance.

The boy was stunned by the sudden opening of his mouth.

Two weeks after the incident, the school bus died of a broken throat and entered the garage for maintenance.

When the garage worker checked, he found a rotten broken hand under the car and immediately called the police in great shock.

After investigating the incident, the police confirmed that it was an accident, so they returned the jade bracelet to the relatives of the deceased.

The son of the deceased said that the old woman had ordered the jade bracelet in her hand to be buried with her, but the broken hand and jade bracelet could not be found at that time.

Only buy a similar jade bracelet as a funerary object.

As the body has already been buried, it is impossible to put the old woman's beloved jade bracelet in the coffin.

Although the haunted school parking lot and school bus have subsided,

But from time to time, I still see the old woman wandering in the school parking lot, which seems a little unwilling.

[Zhou Dedong's Works] Horror novels

This dream is not a dream.

There is a person like me who specializes in writing horror stories, but my talent is not as good as his. He and I are both from the northeast, Heilongjiang, Yi 'an County and peerless town. He and I are even neighbors (separated by three rooms).

His name is Peng Pengle. He works in a cultural center in this city.

Most people will think that Peng Pengle is influenced by me, but he is wrong. He was the first person to write a horror story, and his rejection was a sack. Once a newspaper came all the way to interview him. At that time, when I was unemployed in my hometown, I began to imitate him to write horror stories.

Interestingly, Peng Pengle, who writes horror stories, is very timid. He only dares to write during the day and go to bed early at night. In the morning, he opened the window to let in enough sunshine, and then turned on the computer to type. His computer desk passes through a corner of the room and forms a triangle with two walls. When he writes, his body shrinks in that triangle and leans against two walls. His computer is low, that is, the whole house is in his eyes. While he was typing, the thief looked around.

However, he writes horror stories.

This is a hobby.

People who often write horror stories will encounter related strange things sooner or later. Listen to me slowly.

One day, Peng Pengle had an extremely horrible dream, which was very long. Finally, he struggled to wake up with fear, broke out in a cold sweat and the quilt was soaked. After waking up, he turned on all the lights, opened his eyes wide and dared not sleep again. Until the world came to light, he suddenly thought, is such a terrible dream good material? The idea excited him. To this end, he specially invited several of his best literary friends to drink at home in the evening, and then he told everyone this wonderful story idea, which scared everyone to pieces. After that, he deliberately told: no rumors.

What secrets can this world hide? number

I've been dealing with horror stories, and I've seen a lot of them, but his dreams really make me shudder.

He is not the protagonist of the event in his dream, he is just an audience, or everything in his body doesn't exist, he can't resist, he can't escape, he only has a pair of eyes to watch. Fortunately, things seem to have nothing to do with him-as long as you see them, how can things have nothing to do with you?

What event?

In a remote place, there is a lonely hotel. It was raining heavily, and a thin passer-by bowed his head and hurried forward. He is wearing a black raincoat and black rain boots, and he can't see his face clearly. Occasionally there is thunder and lightning, but he can only see his mouth, which is very small.

He finally walked into the hotel in the storm.

Pumbaa's heart is pounding.

Hotel power failure, light candles. No one, in the dark, only a small window lit candles flickering.

When the man came in, he took off his raincoat and put it on his arm. His face is pale and his mouth is really small.

The skinny passers-by didn't shout, just looked around. Finally, a man came out of the darkness at the end of the corridor. At first, she was just an image, vaguely, thin passers-by squinted hard. Her face became clearer and clearer, and when she was about to see her clearly, the candle suddenly went out, and the thin passers-by dropped their raincoats in fear.

A voice said, "don't be afraid, it's a ghost made by the wind." I'll light a lamp for you right away so that you can see me clearly. "

The match jumped and put out the candle. Pumbaa took the opportunity to look at the face-it was a very old face. The hair on the top of my head is gone, and my teeth are missing. The candlelight reflected her muddy eyes, and those dehydrated eyes looked numbly at the faces of passers-by. Thin passers-by bowed their heads, paid the money, took the key and found a room.

Pumbaa's eyes drifted with him into this simple and narrow room. The thin passerby folded the raincoat, opened it, folded it again, and opened it again ... He has been doing this inexplicable thing, as if it is difficult to satisfy himself every time he folds the raincoat.

There is an old clock on the wall. It strikes twelve. It's midnight. According to legend, something terrible will happen at midnight. Thin passers-by stopped folding raincoats. He walked step by step to the shabby square table and opened the drawer. "cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep" ... you must think the scariest thing has happened at this moment. No, this man just saw a yellow book and looked it up. The book says: One rainy night, a thin passerby walked into a wilderness hotel and stayed in a single room. That night, there was lightning and thunder, and it was dark all around. He is a little scared and can't sleep. When the old clock on the wall struck twelve, he opened the drawer of his desk and saw a yellow book! ……

Pumbaa's heart is about to jump out of his throat, and he feels like he is choking.

The book goes on to say: The book says: One night, a passerby with a wide chin walked into a hotel. This place is deserted and remote. Only this hotel is on the roadside. The passerby with a wide chin met an old man in the registration room. Her hair is almost gone, only a few teeth remain. She looked strange, took the customer's money and gave him a key. Passers-by with wide chins live in a single room. It was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. He was depressed, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep. When the old clock on the wall struck twelve, he opened the drawer of his desk and saw a yellow book! ……

The book says: a burly man walked all night, and it was getting dark. He saw a house in the wilderness, which turned out to be a hotel. Although very shabby, the burly man was really tired and went in. When he entered the hotel, an enthusiastic woman received him. Without looking at his ID card, he asked for a cheap room and gave him a key. This burly man is very courageous, but after he entered the room, he definitely felt something was wrong. He sat on the bed instead of lying down. Later, the old clock on the wall struck twelve, and he suddenly looked at the drawer of the desk. He doesn't know why, but he thinks something is wrong. He walked slowly, opened the drawer and saw a yellow book. ...

Pumbaa's heart is about to jump out of his throat, and he feels like he is choking.

The book goes on to say: The book says: One night, a passerby with a wide chin walked into a hotel. This place is deserted and remote. Only this hotel is on the roadside. The passerby with a wide chin met an old man in the registration room. Her hair is almost gone, only a few teeth remain. She looked strange, took the customer's money and gave him a key. Passers-by with wide chins live in a single room. It was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. He was depressed, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep. When the old clock on the wall struck twelve, he opened the drawer of his desk and saw a yellow book! ……

The book says: a burly man walked all night, and it was getting dark. He saw a house in the wilderness, which turned out to be a hotel. Although very shabby, the burly man was really tired and went in. When he entered the hotel, an enthusiastic woman received him. Without looking at his ID card, he asked for a cheap room and gave him a key. This burly man is very courageous, but after he entered the room, he definitely felt something was wrong. He sat on the bed instead of lying down. Later, the old clock on the wall struck twelve, and he suddenly looked at the drawer of the desk. He doesn't know why, but he thinks something is wrong. He walked slowly, opened the drawer and saw a yellow book. ...

What is written in the book? The book says: at midnight 12, there will be a terrible sound outside your door! ……

What's that terrible sound?

That strong man's hair stands on end! ……

Passers-by with wide chins are scared into bed! Thin passers-by read this, slammed the book and looked around in horror!

Pumbaa almost screamed. He wants to close his eyes to see the result, but he can't. He doesn't know what level of story he has entered. To tell the truth, I am a little confused when I write here myself, and I have been thinking about the relationship between stories. Occasionally, when I get lost in this story, I will be extremely afraid that I will not get out. )

The man whom I call a skinny passer-by doesn't seem to be afraid. He went on reading: the skinny passer-by looked at it casually for a long time. He opened the book nervously and began to read: it took a long time for the passerby with a wide chin to slowly poke his head out of the bed, trying to run out and escape from this mysterious hotel, but he was afraid to open his door. He was afraid that if he saw that strange old lady again, he would only have one minute to put up with it. The more he stopped reading the book, the more afraid he became. He finally picked it up again. It reads: burly passers-by listen, and sure enough, footsteps come from far and near outside the door. ...

Passers-by with wide mouths saw this and thought that this book was written for themselves. He was livid with fear and buried his head in the quilt again. But he couldn't hide anything, and he finally heard the terrible footsteps from far and near. ...

Seeing this, the thin man deeply understands that this passage written in the book is reminding himself that the book you read is for you, and it will tell you what happened next! Sure enough, there was a terrible footstep from far and near outside. ...

The skinny passer-by in Pumbaa Dream saw it, put a bookmark in the book, closed the book, and continued to fold the raincoat again, again, again ... He waited for the sound. After hearing the horrible footsteps, he intends to continue reading, because he wants to know what will happen next and whether he can leave the black shop alive. ...

The story is so long that Pumbaa dreams all night. There are stories in stories, and there are stories in stories. It's hard to tell one story after another. I want to stop. If I go on, I will reveal the secret.

Because I mainly want to write about Peng Pengle and a real experience before his death. Later, Pumbaa walked into the dream situation and experienced unprecedented real horror.

Peng Pengle asked several friends who had heard his dream not to tell others about it, because he wanted to use this material to write the scariest bestseller.

I'm dreaming, and my fantasy is being shattered. My fantasy always forgives my disillusionment, but I never let it go.

Pumbaa hasn't written for a while. For him, writing this book is a big project.

One day, he went to the countryside to collect wind. He usually goes to the countryside because he wants to collect some folk horror stories. According to his experience, the more remote the place where no outsiders set foot, the more wonderful the story. He remembers someone saying that the best Quyi is at least below the township cultural station. That's right.

The village he went to this time is called Paradise Village, which is more than 100 miles away from the city. He went there by motorcycle.

After noon the next day, he returned to the city by motorcycle. Walking, his motorcycle stalled and he came down to repair it. There is something wrong with the spark plug and there is no spare, which is a very troublesome thing. Pumbaa is a great driver, but no matter how great he is, he can't ride a pile of scrap metal. When he looked up, it was a bare meadow and there was no family nearby.

The road home suddenly became long and endless.

That place is very remote, and there are no passing cars on the sandy road. He can only roughly judge that the land boundary may be under the jurisdiction of county B, which is a famous poverty-stricken county in China.

The sun has set in the west, and the whole world is tired. A crow flew so low that it almost bumped into Pumbaa's shoulder and let out a loud cry, just like something ominous in a fairy tale.

Pumbaa had to push the motorcycle forward.

Walking, it was getting dark, and he was a little scared. On both sides of the road are ugly elms, crooked, furry and prickly. They looked at the passers-by mysteriously, and the silence made people feel uneasy. His feet walked on the sandy road, "Cha, Cha, Cha, Cha ..."

From then on, Peng Pengle, who wrote horror stories, began to experience horror life. The more he walked, the more afraid he became, and the motorcycle became heavier and heavier. He always felt that there was a man sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle, and vaguely felt that he was the man with a small mouth. Pumbaa kept looking back. There is nothing in the back seat of the motorcycle. But it doesn't fool him. He quickened his pace. The faster he walked, the more he felt that this man was real. He turned blue with fear. Finally, he almost collapsed, threw the broken motorcycle in the grass by the roadside and ran away alone.

At this time, he felt that someone was following him behind him, that is, the man with a small mouth. He didn't dare to look back, but ran away all the way.

Near midnight, he saw a faint light ahead. It's a house, just like our common roadside shop, where we stay, eat and park. Pumbaa came running at once.

Turning a corner, he found that the house was not on the side of the road, half a mile away from the sand road. Pumbaa got off the highway and ran along a dirt road to the highway.

I want to remind you that the above and the following stories are not Pumbaa's dreams, but reality.

This is a small building with a gray spire. It is very old and has a high wall. Pumbaa thinks it is more like an abandoned country church. When he ran near it, he was sure that it was really a hotel. There is a wooden sign hanging on the gate, which reads in red paint: Hotel.

Pumbaa pushed open the door with mottled paint and stumbled in. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a narrow staircase, which read: the registration room is underground.

Underground?

Our horror story writer is a little scared because there is no light underground. He leaned against the wall and made up his mind while resting. At last he went down the stairs. The stairs are very short, which means that the basement is very low, just enough to stand up straight. Pumbaa thinks it is more like a grave.

Small windows are depressing. He looked in and saw a woman bending her head to knit a sweater. Her forehead is very wide. It's almost midnight, and it's so remote that there won't be any customers at all, but she still doesn't sleep. Pumbaa felt as if she was waiting for him.

"Master, can you rent a truck around here? My motorcycle broke down halfway, and I want to pull it over. "

"How to hire a truck in the middle of the night!" This woman looks very impatient. Pumbaa felt that his forehead almost occupied half of his face.

"Then I'll stay."

The other party opened the window a crack, threw out a register and continued knitting.

The contents in the register are a little strange: name, sex, age, marriage or not, blood type, medical history, hobbies, where you came from and where you are going.

Pumbaa said awkwardly, "I don't know my blood type ..."

The woman said without looking up, "Fill in whatever you know."

Peng Pengle filled it out, paid the money and asked, "Do you want an ID card?"

The woman ignored it and threw out a key: "Room 200."

Pumbaa asked in surprise, "Why are there 200 rooms?"

While knitting a sweater, the woman said, "Why do you talk so much nonsense!"

He paused and tentatively asked, "Do you have any cash?"

The woman said, "There are no passengers tonight, only you. No one stole you."

He thought for a while and didn't know what to say, so he took the key, left the basement and went upstairs.

Walking to the first floor, he hesitated and wanted to leave this strange place, only to find that there was a faint thunder outside, so he had to give up. He thought, anything can happen!

Drawers of three tables

He went up to the second floor, and sure enough there were 200 rooms. He opened the door and went in. He found the room dimly lit, with only a bed, a table and a chair. Not even a TV. There is a high sliding door on the wall near the door. It must be the closet.

He locked the door, changed his slippers and lay in bed.

It's going to be dark soon, and I can't see my fingers. Thunder is far away and near.

Pumbaa suddenly remembered the woman's words: "There are no passengers tonight, only you ..."

He was a little scared and confused-since there was no one, why did he let himself live on the second floor? The first floor is empty, so is the third floor.

The male writer immediately felt that this was an extremely unfavorable floor.

He wanted to go down and change to a room on the first floor or the third floor, but he gave up the idea at the thought of going through dark corridors and stairs, entering the basement like a grave and meeting the strange woman.

He just wants to hang around until dawn and then leave quickly.

The rain fell on the window with a loud sound. That night, Pumbaa will spend the night in this lonely shop with the woman with the big forehead. ...

Pumbaa couldn't sleep, so he took out his notebook and sat at his desk to sort out his experiences in the countryside. After writing a few lines, he was really not in the mood to write any more, so he picked up a pen.

He felt eyes lurking everywhere in this empty room. He occasionally glanced at the desk drawer, and his heart trembled violently. He remembered his dream.

That drawer is tightly closed.

There is a clock hanging on the wall, which walks very slowly, accurately and calmly.

Pumbaa sat on the bed with his back to the corner, just like when he was typing at home. He stared at the drawer. There is only one sound in his ear, and that is the sound of the clock, "tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock".

12 It's still some time before midnight. But Pumbaa couldn't stand the torture. He got out of bed and walked to the drawer step by step.

How much he hopes to see a colorful magazine with the latest edition, preferably edited by his friend Zhou Dedong, so that he will relax a lot.

However, what he saw was a book, a yellow book!

He was so scared that he quickly closed the drawer.

However, after closing the drawer, he was even more afraid. I opened the drawer again and took out the book trembling: it was an old book, and I don't know how many people had read it, and the pages were all rolled up.

He thought, maybe he is too suspicious, maybe this is the owner's compensation for not having a TV.

He shuddered at the thought of the title "Lonely Shop".

He flipped through it and found that it was a book without the author's name, publishing unit and book number. The first page reads: A man walked into a lonely shop in the wilderness. This hotel has three floors and is very old. There is no family around. He lives in room 200. ...

It began to rain, and the dark world was drowned in the sound of water. Pumbaa felt that she had actually entered the strange dream she had had, or that the dream covered him as tightly as night. There is only one way for him. Read on and see what his fate is.

The book went on to say: He was so bored that he opened the drawer at leisure and saw the book, so he read it with trepidation.

I wrote it myself! He walked into the book involuntarily. This is a completely strange world, and he feels very helpless.

The book also wrote: Time went by little by little, and midnight came, very quiet. Suddenly, there was a man's footsteps on the stairs! Slow pace. Go, go, go. I don't know whether it came from upstairs or downstairs. ...

Pumbaa slammed the book and dared not read any more. He looked at the watch on his wrist. It's a quarter to 12!

He waited for that moment as if he were waiting for death.

His brain went blank. He was tortured by extreme terror for a long time and didn't hear any footsteps. He calmed down and thought, books are books, but he is too suspicious. Maybe the shopkeeper is joking. ...

He looked at his watch again, and it was not 12. It turns out that time passes too slowly.

When the watch pointer pointed to 12, footsteps really came from the stairs! Very slow. Go, go, go.

Pumbaa's hair has hardened.

He just listened to the footsteps and couldn't tell whether he came down from upstairs or came up from downstairs. The voice slowly came to his room, then faded away, and after a while, it slowly came back. ...

Pumbaa is afraid or angry. He tried to shout, but in the end he didn't.

He picked up the book, gently went back to bed, grabbed the corner of the quilt and shook it into a ball.

What will happen to this step?

He opened the book again as if it were an experimental book.

The book says: After about half an hour, the strange footsteps disappeared. But at this time, there was the sound of dancing yangko and singing duet in the stairs. ...

Sure enough, the voice of yangko dancing sounded. Who is dancing yangko on this rainy night?

Pumbaa has been scared to death. He wanted to jump downstairs to escape, but when he came to the window, he heard the sound of yangko dancing downstairs. That is the most traditional tune: La Du Lala Dura, Dura Milla Mile, Milla Mile Ledu, Mile Muradoux. ...

There is also a duet between a man and a woman, which is the kind of red and green duet in the northeast, showing a shallow joy-in March, yes, it is Qingming, and brother and sister came to the suburbs hand in hand to fly kites. My little sister is Cai Feng, and my little brother is a dragon spoiler. Son, son, where is the child? hey ...

He retreated to bed, and the sound came from the outside.

He gritted his teeth and opened the book, which went on to say: the sound of two people dancing yangko and singing gradually stopped. At this time, the passengers are almost scared crazy. He had a premonition that he was not far from death. He kicked the bathroom like crazy and there was nothing; He frantically opened the closet door by the door, which was particularly dark. He saw a man standing high inside, it was the woman in the registration room! Pale and covered in blood, she fell flat and grabbed the passenger with her hand. ...

Pumbaa is not crazy. He gently opened the bathroom door, which was empty; He turned around and faced the closed wardrobe door, but he was afraid to reach out.

He brought a chair-the only thing that can be used as a weapon in this room, and stood in front of the wardrobe, but he still dared not open the door.

He went back to bed, curled up in a corner and stared at the closet door. That's a door that is about to kill him.

His only pillar here is that there is a light in this room. He never dares to turn off the lights. If there were no lights, he might have collapsed.

At this moment, the light suddenly went out.

The rain outside the window suddenly became louder.

Listen up, people upstairs. Your mother was eaten by a ghost. Hurry home.