horror fairy tale

(1)

By: Butterflies Love Flowers Crossing the Sea

"Giggle..." There was a soft laugh, the tender and sweet voice of a baby.

In front of the two of them, the gorgeous wooden door seemed to have withstood the baptism of years and became dilapidated in an instant, but behind the wooden door, in the unknown darkness, the creaking sound quietly stopped.

Bu Er's pupils shrunk slightly, his knees were numb, and he didn't dare to move.

The mottled wooden door moved, trembling, as if it was about to fall down, and seemed to be supported by something, standing stubbornly, covering something.

The gold-plated door handle turned slowly, drawing a strange arc, like a prelude.The wooden door was pushed open suddenly, and the bright light of the flashlight was swinging, shining into the ruined room, as if deliberately trying to let the two people in the hidden corner see something clearly.

The flashlight that popped out at unknown time, and the only light source, shook a few times at the crack of the door, and was suddenly thrown into the room. The light swept a circle in the air, and for a moment illuminated the wall about a few centimeters above Yukimura's head. , and finally fell on the floor, the aperture swung twice, as if by coincidence it was aimed at the crack of the door, where the light illuminated.

Bu Er clenched his palms tightly, pursed his lips, and stared at the crack of the door with his icy blue eyes.

Under the bright light of the flashlight, the door moved, which also tied the hearts of the two of them. The mystery that was expected to be solved was cast in a haze.

"Crack, click", the noise of the wooden bearing running is incompatible with the quiet and timid room.

After waiting for a century, something came in through the crack of the door.

A wooden arm covered with dusty cobwebs swayed in the narrow space between the door cracks. Pale white paint adhered to the wooden arm. The paint surface was stiff and brittle, and flakes fell off. The tips of the peeled off paint fragments were yellow, which seemed to be a little old. up.

The elbow of the wooden arm is painted with gold edging, not paint, like dirty watercolor mixed with gold powder, the purpose is unknown.

Behind Phnom Penh is the ancient court costumes, and the bright red to black color is even more permeable under the light of the flashlight.

A gust of wind blew through the dilapidated window, knocking down the flashlight, and the dazzling beam shot straight at Yukimura.

Fuji slammed down on his lower body and pulled Yukimura down at the same time. After shaking a few times, the light beam stopped beside Yukimura.

"Boom!" There was a sudden sound, and the arm retracted as if suddenly startled.

Then there was a long silence, and the two of them huddled in the darkness, not daring to move.

ended?

Did something... save us?

(2)

By: Jun Shuiyou

Fuji slowly straightened up, took two steps forward, picked up the flashlight that fell on the ground and didn't know when it went out, and put it on the table: "Xingcun, I want to ask you the previous question again, do you think we just saw, is there any How much is real?"

"Hehe... At least I believe that 'ghosts' don't need a flashlight." Yukimura stretched out his hand to prop up the bookshelf beside him and looked around the study room where everything was indistinct in the dim light. "Although this room may be on the top floor, The cleaning was negligent, but there were no broken windows and mottled doors. At that moment, I felt that what I saw with my eyes deviated from my cognition.”

"What I saw was the same as you, the wooden arm coming in from the dilapidated wooden door." Fuji closed his eyes to relieve the remaining dizzy discomfort in his head, "With that sound, everything in front of me seemed to be Shattered and pulled away, we're back here in a split second, and this, familiar unpleasant smell—"

"pat, pat..."

The sudden sound of clogs stepping on the ground in the distance made Fuji and Yukimura stop talking for an instant, and both of them looked at the slightly open door of the study with full attention.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta..." The sound of the clogs stepping on the floor seemed to hit the human heart once and for all, from far to near, but did not stop, and gradually drifted away.

Fuji turned his head and exchanged glances with Yukimura, the two opened the door tacitly and stepped out one after the other.

I almost missed the truth just now, no matter what, how can I find the reason for everything if I keep running away.

At the end of the corridor, a figure seemed to disappear around the corner in a flash.

Fuji and Yukimura chased after him, and at the end of the stairs around the corner, there was a half-open door that squeaked and swayed in the night wind.

It's like an invitation from the devil...

Bu Er gritted his teeth and pushed open the door. What he saw was an unobstructed platform. Even under the moonlight, he could clearly see the half-collapsed annex building on the side. On the platform, there was a figure in a bathrobe who seemed to Walking forward unconsciously: "... Atobe-kun?"

"Atobe! Danger!" Yukimura, who turned around from behind Fuji, sensed Atobe's dangerous situation one step faster, exclaimed, and then rushed out.

At that time, Atobe had already reached the edge of the platform, and the moment he heard Yukimura's shout, he seemed to wake up from a dream, but it was too late to take back his stepped foot, and he fell straight down. Even the extremely fast reflex nerves only allowed him to grasp the edge of the platform with one hand, but the clogs under his feet could not violate the laws of nature, and they fell to the ground floor with a broken sound.

"Atobe, give me your hand, and I'll pull you up."

Atobe raised his head and saw Yukimura's magnified face above him and the hand stretched out to him, the half-raised hand stopped in the air again: "Xingmura... don't you believe in that 'exchange of life and death'? I'm not afraid of saving me Are you next?"

"Let that life and death situation go to hell." Fuji who ran over a little later grabbed Atobe's wrist holding the platform with one hand.

Yukimura also leaned forward and grabbed Atobe's hand, raising his eyebrows: "If we are the ones in distress, can you save me, sir?"

"Oh... my lord." Atobe, who was pulled up by Yukimura and Fujiichi, staggered and sat down on the platform, covering his face with one hand and smiling lowly, "I'm really impatient for daring to take a shot at my lord."