[American Horror] Light Addiction

? With a bang, the phone hit the floor.

Aimee lowered her waist subconsciously, and the floor began to tilt, like a bumpy deck on the sea, accompanied by dizziness from visual to sensory nausea.She hurriedly stood up and supported the white wall standing vertically beside her. The wall surface also began to twist, and the deformed right-angled lines turned into arches. The continuously sinking floor and the worm-like twisted wall formed a black and shiny curved hole.

This is like the beautiful and distorted picture that I saw when I ate LSD.

In the overturned space, she was groping on the wall trying to grab something. A corner of the wall felt strange to the touch, like the undecomposed skin of a dead person.She grabbed it and pulled it off, only to find that it was a Bonway poster stuck to the wall - it began to bend, the black and blue background skewed like a split mouth, the band members fell in, and a layer of blood came out of the painting It seeped out of the pores of his body, and it trickled into Aimee's arm in a conscious trickle.

She flung the poster away desperately, but it gnawed at her tightly, and the blood flow was already close to her wrist, stretching out sharp tooth-like branches. Aimee bit her wrist violently, her canine teeth pierced deeply into the skin, two streams of blood merged, and the poster immediately fell down.

The poster was lying on the floor, grinning silently, and a beautiful woman floated out where the band members were originally.Her hairstyle and makeup are elegant and luxurious, her clothes are complicated and exquisite, and her temperament is shining and classical, just like a commanding and noble lady on the east coast of the Victorian era.

Aimee was stunned by her radiance for a moment, and the sense of absurdity dissipated a little.

The woman in the painting raised her lips proudly, and turned her head to reveal the egg-sized hole in her skull.Through the hole, you can see the broken skull in the gray-white brain, yellow pus-like liquid, and a few centimeters wide intracranial crack.

The breath of death diffused from the poster along with the flow of yellow pus.

The woman quickly turned and went upstairs, disappearing with her rotting head.Next came the dour crone, with a wrinkled orange-peel face hidden under a nest of faded red hair, and the missing right eye was a hole covered in blood.She seemed to be standing in front of the camera, scratching her head and posing, and she suddenly seemed to have returned to her youth, enchanting and passionate, and her graceful body exuded the style of a gypsy.

The screen flickered, and I don't know how many people appeared and disappeared. In a flash, Aimee vaguely saw a familiar golden figure.They all called a curtain call.

The red is like bright red wine on a stake, overturning and licking the entire poster.

Just when she thought this long hallucination was coming to an end, a shudder suddenly passed through her, her whole body was cold, and dense goose bumps protruded from her skin.

There is something here!

Her heart was beating wildly, her eyeballs were protruding, she could feel the rapid secretion of adrenaline, and her intracranial blood pressure suddenly rose.She was absolutely sure that there was something different from what she couldn't see before, peeping and approaching!

"Alison...my pretty girl."【My cute little girl】

"my pretty girl..."

"Pretty girl..."

"Girl..."

There were hoarse and familiar male voices around her one after another, and the moist and warm breath sprayed on her face.

Countless mouths are hidden in the smooth, dead skin-like lime powder on the wall, shouting interlacedly and spraying out fiery breath, filling the whole world.

It is an inescapable monster, a nightmare that cannot be dispelled, it is bound to be captured, ready to go, to grab the bird in the cage, pluck the feathers, and devour the flesh and blood!

"Alison..."

"Alison!"

"My Alison!!!"【My Alison! 】

Pain and nausea crawled all over her body like worms, she fell into death-like paralysis, deep fear and helplessness drove her to scratch herself desperately.There were streaks of blood oozing from her arm, and she continued to scratch deeply as if she lacked pain.

She smelled the familiar musty smell of rainwater and rotting, basement smells.

She heard him playing Ludwig's Ninth Symphony.

She felt that he was approaching, and even passed him several times.

She knew him, feared him, but couldn't see him.As if she had returned to the cold and airtight basement again, she curled up in a ball, clenched her teeth and still could not stop trembling, and could only wait for him to choose the next child to be fed to the crematorium.

Countless hands protruded from the wall, densely entwined into a net, she tried desperately to hide, the hands of the middle-aged man covered with sweat and sticky grabbed her feet from different angles, and she pressed hard on the gap between the floors.

More hands grabbed her hair, nails scraped a long trail on the floor, and it roared: "Mylittlegirl!!!" [My little girl! 】

She is a bird in a cage, she is the next prey to be ripped open.

"Do not--"

"Go away!" [Go away! 】

If there is a slight order, like a thread in the wind, the air twisted into plump toffee seems to be pricked by a needle, and something unknown flows out of the needle very quickly.

She felt a slight burning pain in her fingertips, which reassured her so much that she subconsciously approached the burning place.

"Aimee Bennert!"

The icy cold touch attached to the burning wound, and she was shocked suddenly, as if a colorful butterfly flapped its wings gently in front of her eyes, she was dizzy, and before she fainted, someone supported her.

She bit her tongue with her teeth, so hard that she almost bled. After a while, the world slowly became clear.

Tiffany lighting, a roaring fireplace... this is the lobby.as well as--

Standing in front of her was the blond boy who was almost half hugging her.

"Do you want to fuck?" Tate supported her, turned off the electrical switch by the fireplace, his pure black eyes were bottomless, "I almost got into the fire."

His words are unpleasant at first, but there is always a polite and gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Did you hear the music?" The passionate Ninth March was circling crazily in her head, she pressed her temples, trying to tear the skin and pull out the vagueness that was rushing against the nerves.

"What?" Tate's expression turned serious, and he leaned forward slightly, staring at her.

As he got closer, Aimee caught a whiff of cold fresh earth, and the endless loop of music seemed to subside.

She took a deep breath, and the damp and cold air penetrated into her lungs. She bent down and coughed violently, almost coughing up tears.

Tate's hand rested on her back, gently and appropriately helping her to breathe.

"It's nothing." She stood up, looked up at him with her still watery eyes, her face was pale, and her tone was weak, "I think I probably need a few pills."

She flicked his hand away, and he let her go just in time, and Aimee stepped up the stairs.

Standing behind her, Tate's figure blended with the shadow of the whirling trees outside the window, showing an inexplicable coldness.But the moment Aimee looked back at him, he raised his lips to reveal his small canine teeth, with a beautiful and sincere smile, "Iguessso."

Aimee walked into the room on the second floor, and found the medicine bottle that had been secretly put away. The pure white medicine bottle lay quietly in the palm of her hand, looking at her like a few white eyes.She collected her hands, pursed her lips tightly, and walked to the window sill to open the window.

Unknown anger and fear ignited a black flame in her heart, she stretched out her hand out the window, turned her palm, and wanted to throw the pill into the deep darkness for a moment.

But she can't.

She told herself repeatedly, the withdrawn hand dropped, and she slid down against the wall, slumped to the ground.

Something is wrong.

She grabbed the clothes on her chest and took deep breaths repeatedly to calm down the sudden and turbulent impulse.

She leaned on the wall and stood up slowly, and the medicine bottle standing on the wooden table was reflected in her vision.There were more than half of the pills in the plastic bottle, and she looked around, only to find that there was no drinking water in the room.

The inexplicable anger and depression revived, she raised the medicine bottle, and was about to pour most of the accumulated pills down her throat when she heard a gentle knock on the door.

Aimee's heart palpitated, and she suddenly turned her head to glance at the door.

Beside the half-open door, Tate kept knocking on the door with one hand, and held a cup of tea with mist in the other hand.The steaming white smoke is the most delicate brushwork, which outlines the smooth and graceful jawline and delicate and beautiful eyebrows of the young man.

Aimee was taken aback for a moment, then stepped back subconsciously, clutching the medicine bottle tightly in her hand.

He raised his eyes, raised the cup in his hand, and raised the corners of his lips to her through the water mist, "I just thought that only the first floor has water."

He said and handed her the cup, but Aimee didn't take it.

Tate didn't seem to notice the weirdness, but instead took a step back in time, keeping the same distance as he borrowed the book before.

Behind the back of Aimee's right hand, the medicine bottle tightly held was stained with sweat in her hand, and it became more and more slippery, almost rolling out of her palm, exposed to the naked light, and exposed to his vision.

But, no, absolutely not let him know.

The medicine bottle in her hand was deformed by pinching, she stretched out her trembling left arm, pretending to take the water glass naturally.