I'm in Cthulhu

This orphanage is mostly made of wooden structure. If these expensive woods are not rotten and are exposed to bright sunshine, it will be a scene full of artistic conception and warm feeling.

But now, the rain outside has stirred up countless wet and cold water vapor, filling every corner of the house like an invisible cold sea, corroding these abominable rotten wood into something like materials in evil rituals.

Steve and Walter slowed down their pace, hunched over the creaking wooden stairs, and were walking cautiously to the third floor.

"Such stairs are too unsafe for the children living here...I mean, if a piece of rotten wood rots to the point of erosion, there may be casualties."

Steve said with some anger in his tone. Half of him was venting his emotions, and half of him wanted to chat and relieve the tense atmosphere.

Walter responded: "You can't ask too much from a welfare institution, not to mention that the war on the front line is not over yet, and planes and tanks have not slowed down the rate of burning money... For these poor children, it is impossible not to be deported. It’s been a blessing.”

Steve took over the topic and chatted for a few more words, while Walter just said along the way that the captain really sympathized with these children, but there was not enough room in the scholar's mind to accommodate these sympathy.

Nervousness, fear, confusion, excitement and some kind of subtle fanaticism were mixed in Walter's mind, making him respond almost mechanically to the conversations of people around him, and pay more attention to the feelings of these emotions and Observation of the surrounding environment.

There is something wrong with this orphanage.

Walter understood this immediately after walking into this building. His sensitive mind can often bring him an extraordinary sixth sense in this weird environment.

This is also why he loves to read tattered books, go for late-night walks in off-the-beaten-path places, and join the Society of Silence.

Such a sensitive mind allowed him to feel something else from the fear of the unknown. It was a strange and wonderful thing, and it also had some extreme meaning.

However, Walter didn't know if he could still suppress the fear and that special experience on the edge of balance as usual when facing the unknown threats that may exist in this orphanage tonight.

Just when he finished his random thoughts, the two of them had already walked through the decayed wooden stairs covered with dark green moss and arrived at the third floor of the orphanage.

A corridor appeared in front of the two people. There were four doors on each side of the corridor. There were eight dormitories in total. Each dormitory was allocated four beds. That is to say, in addition to the three vacant beds, there were a total of 29 children here. is sleeping soundly.

The corridor is covered with red wallpaper, dotted with dark gold patterns, just like the decoration style favored by medieval nobles.

"boom!"

A bolt of white lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire third floor into a blazing white color in one second. Walter's eyes, which had adapted to the darkness, couldn't help but feel a sting. He closed them tightly for a moment and then opened them immediately.

In the afterglow of lightning, for a moment, he seemed to see the white moonlight shining on the floor in front of him, and outside the window was a quiet and beautiful bright moon.

Maybe it's an illusion...

Walter's subconscious deliberately suppressed those crazy and disturbing associations, allowing him to just rub his eyes and return to his previous state.

"The third door on the left...should be here."

Steve muttered the information told by the old man downstairs before, and came to the door of this dormitory with Walter.

Opening the door, there were four iron beds inside, but only one had a little boy sitting on it. The other beds should be the three empty beds that the old man mentioned before.

No one wants to be in a room with this freak for more than 10 minutes.

Wait, there are a total of 32 beds on the third floor, but there are only 29 children. Three empty beds... What about the three children who are unwilling to sleep with the boys... Did they leave the orphanage? ?

Walter was confused, and after seeing the little boy in front of him, Steve's sense of mission reached its peak. He had no time to dwell on this trivial loophole.

Without hesitation, Steve came to the little boy's bedside, sat next to him, and asked: "Kid, it's so late now, aren't you sleepy?"

The boy did not respond immediately. His lips trembled slightly, as if he was saying some strange words in a vague way.

For ordinary people, this level of mumbling is almost impossible to hear, but Steve, who has been strengthened by the super soldier serum, can capture these words that disappear very quickly.

"... dark pits, carved rims, primordial shoggoths, windowless fifth-dimensional entities, nameless columns, ancient lighthouses, Yog-Sothoth, primordial white jelly, outer space Colors, Winged Ones, Eyes in the Dark, Stairs to the Moon, First Source, Eternity, Immortality..."

These crazy and weird conceptual words made Steve feel quite strange. Just when he wanted to continue listening to see if some key words would appear, Walter also leaned over. He wanted to tell Steve about his previous doubts. Tiff.

The two of them were sitting next to the boy. At this moment, the boy's lowered head suddenly made a rustling sound like a snake spitting out letters. In this uneasy sound, the strange and twisted evil face was completely revealed to Steve. In the eyes of husband and Walter.

A strange and angry voice suddenly sounded:

"Silence will fall!"

At that moment, a primal fear gripped the two of them, a feeling stronger than any rational, worst-perceived fear.

A biting chill froze their bones and blood, imprisoning their souls, and the extreme fear turned them into two silent and stiff sculptures.

Walter's stomach churned, and before the hot gastric acid surged into his mouth, a crazy scream resounded throughout the house, leading the two of them into irreversible disaster.

The evil exuded by Ji Jing's disgusting and weird face oppressed the two of them like substance. Their imaginations, which had been suppressed, were stimulated by this uneasiness and began to wildly carry out the most horrific fantasies.

Everything in front of them seemed to be exuding unprecedented fierce malice. If you want others to understand the feelings of the two people at this time, they may have to rely on some incredible, even creepy medium.

The rustling sound of the snake spitting out its seeds continued, and Steve's strengthened spirit finally came back to his senses. He began to wave his arms helplessly and nervously, while picking up Walter who was down next to him, and took steps towards the outside frantically. Get away.