Horror game: opening scare system

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The crisp sound brought light, broke my delirium of panic and despair, and pulled me out of the madness.I was startled, turned my head to look at the other door, and let out a miserable cry of panic.I saw a wriggling and twisted plant standing there, some black and red tentacles were pressing against the door, and pairs of evil eyes from the abyss were staring at me on layers of scarlet petals, and that gorgeous and coquettish flower bloomed , revealing the terrible mouthparts!

I was so frightened that my whole body went limp, and I forgot my despair under the fright, and sat on the ground with a plop, the hoarse whine that almost tore my throat echoed in my ears.I kept moving my body backwards. During this process, I could no longer feel the existence of my body, leaving only a dark trail of wet stains on the ground.Gradually, I was no longer able to make a sound. I opened my mouth and pulled my throat and could only make a silent whine and whimper.Watching the twisted monster approaching, I suddenly felt nauseous, retched helplessly to the side, and spit out some slightly yellowish liquid mixed with a lot of froth.I don't know what it is, I just know that my mouth seems to drink countless seasonings at the same time, and my tongue is dead!

"Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng! What's wrong with you, Xiaofeng!"

A familiar voice sounded in my ear, his tone full of panic.I was a little more awake, and my head was no longer as drowsy or blank as before.Thankfully, it wasn't some hideous and horrible filthy creature standing before me, but my father.I wanted to tell him I was fine, but my body couldn't do it, I was just gasping for breath, and my body couldn't use the strength.

"Dad..." I asked him, "Did you hear any strange sounds just now? It was something invisible, whispering in the dark...they spoke a language they didn't understand, they..."

"No, Xiaofeng, I didn't hear you. You must be having a nightmare again, okay, okay..."

Dad didn't hear the strange noises as I thought, but that seemed to be a good thing.He said I might have gotten sicker, he came out when he heard me laughing like crazy, nervously, then as soon as he opened the door and turned on the lights I started howling, throwing up, and falling to the ground .My father kept patting and stroking my back with the same generous but aging palms as before, which reminded me of my childhood.My mother passed away when I was very young, and my father brought me up alone. Since I was a child, he has often used this gesture to comfort me. His palm will always be my shelter from the wind.The long-lost sense of security surged from the bottom of my heart, and I quickly calmed down.My father suggested to me to go to the hospital and see a doctor, but I refused.I know that my problems can never be the result of some mental illness, but that I have unfortunately provoked and contaminated creepy creatures from the terrifying dark abyss.It is better to seek help from the Demon Suppression Team than to see a doctor.

I was physically and mentally exhausted that night, but I slept surprisingly well for a few hours, without the intrusion of nightmares, and I spent the night in a peaceful sleep.But something terrible happened the next day, the master told me that Jin Tian was dead.Yes, Kaneda is dead!Those damned whispers said last night that the poor boy was going to die, and he died today, and today, he, damn it!I didn't even have time to tell the others about the strange thing that happened to me, about the whispers I heard in the dark, and the child died!

I was sad when I got the news, but not so sad.Maybe it's because I've been notified of this incident a long time ago, maybe it's because the frequent weird experiences made me numb and cold.At that time, I suddenly had a premonition.I think I might die in a fire, surrounded by flames, ruthlessly destroying my body, burning my skin, destroying my internal organs, billowing thick smoke vying to get into my nostrils , my trachea, my lungs.They suffocated me, choked me out, made me miserable.In this way, I will end in the silence of despair, watching my own death, being destroyed in an instant, turning into flying ashes, and dissipating in this world.

For the next few days, I was surrounded by those whispering voices.They are always notifying me of the deaths of people around me, but as a result, those who have been notified by them will all die of various accidents like Jin Tian, ​​or suddenly go crazy and be imprisoned in a mental nursing home.None of my friends, my co-workers, my masters, those who have worked with me and participated in the renovation of old houses were spared. The only thing to be thankful for is that they did not take my only family member, my father Into this terrible dark storm.

It's not that I haven't tried, and I've tried to tell others about the prophecies I've heard.But they didn't trust me, and even thought I was cursing them, and all I got was insults.And after those people died, their family members would insult me ​​with even more dirty words, even beat and scolded me, harassed around my house, constantly vandalized, cyberbullyed, and ruined my reputation.They sometimes pay people to beat me, but those beaters seem to be intimidated by my bad rumors, and they often show mercy to me, and they know who told me who sent them to come.That's how I know that the poor dead hired men to beat me, perhaps thinking I'd take damning revenge on them.

I have also sought help from the Demon Suppression Team, but with little success.They can't see anything abnormal in me at all. They don't know, don't know, and it's hard to find out what indescribable horror existence I encountered. The slyness seems to be an existence beyond their cognition. the power to find it and heal me.They ultimately concluded that I had a serious mental illness and referred me to a doctor..hehe..that's not possible!

So, I'm back here again.When my master died in a car accident, I found their family members, used almost all of their savings to fill their same greedy inner gap, and bought that cursed evil amulet.So now I'm in rags.I returned the talisman to its owner, and placed it where I found it, hoping to be forgiven.But as I said at the beginning, the truth is not what I think.So I'm back here again, leaving this note.

But now, I'm leaving.Listen to me, get out of here as soon as you finish reading this note, if you don't want to fall into the abyss like me, then go, don't stay, don't look back, the sooner the better, the farther the better .move!