Zhou Fan woke up from the bed, opened his eyes and shook his dizzy head.

He lifted the white quilt and sat up.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the room.

Facing the bed, he saw a wooden table in front of him, with candlesticks, half-length mirrors, water cups, and a tiny bookshelf with several books on it.

Next to the end of the bed was a mahogany double door wardrobe, and his clothes were placed inside.

There is a window in front of the wooden table, and the dark and dull sky can be seen vaguely, which also makes the tones in the room dark.

As soon as I woke up from bed, my memory finally poured into my mind.

He is the son of the owner of the house. The owner of the house, his parents, had left home to work at this time, and he was the only one left at home.

Why did he get up at this time?

Because he happened to take a break today and didn't have to work.

Thinking of this, he lay on the bed again and prepared to sleep for a while.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, a strange trembling sound rang out.

He opened his eyes and was stunned. Where did the sound come from?

The sound of duku only sounded twice and disappeared.

He felt that it was hearing hallucination, so he stopped thinking about it, but felt very sleepy and closed his eyes again.

But the duow sound rang three times in a row.

What's going on? He confirmed that he was right.

Zhou Fan sat up, his eyes moved to look at the room, but there was no one in the room except him, so where did the sound come from?

Dodododododo.

The strange noises made Zhou Fan stand up.

He felt something was wrong: "Who is it?"

Who is hiding in his room?

He thought about it and the sound seemed to be coming from under the bed.

He lifted the mosquito net and looked under the bed.

Some dark beds have nothing but some white spider webs.

Not under the bed...

Dodododododododo!

The sound rang again, and his pupils shrank and looked around the house, then stared at the double-door wooden wardrobe.

The wooden door of the wardrobe seemed to sway.

Zhou Fan walked to the table and picked up the candlestick on the table.

The iron candlestick has pointed spikes. If someone hiding inside dares to push the door out, the candlestick is his weapon.

He could feel that this was definitely not a prank, his parents wouldn't be so bored, that was, someone hid in when he was sleeping.

When he thought of this, his palms were covered in sweat.

But he suddenly thought about why the person hiding inside made such a strange sound at this time?

Isn’t it someone hiding in the cabinet, but some monster?

There was no more movement in the cabinet.

After confronting each other silently for a while, he tried not to make any noise and walked to the edge of the wooden cabinet, raised the iron candlestick in his right hand, and pulled the wooden door with his left hand.

The iron candlestick in his right hand smashed half of the inside of the cabinet and hanged it.

There was nothing in the cabinet except clothes.

The sound of Dodododododododododododododo sounded in the room again, and another more than before.

He felt a chill rising from his heart, and something unknown seemed to exist in his room.

No matter what was inside, Zhou Fan didn't want to stay in the room anymore, he wanted to leave here.

He walked quickly and placed the iron candlestick on the table.

With a 'creak', the closed door suddenly opened a little.

He showed fear on his face. He remembered that the door was clearly locked, so he quickly picked up the candlestick and stared at the wooden door.

I want to see what will come in through the door.

But what if something invisible comes in?

When he thought of this, he had tiny bumps all over his body.

He didn't want to stay here anymore. He glanced at the half mirror on the table by chance. He had been paying attention to the wardrobe just now, but later he looked at the wooden door, but he didn't look at the half mirror seriously.

He had heard that if there was something dirty, it would appear from the mirror.

Seeing that his hair was standing upside down.

There was nothing in the mirror, no face that bleeds, no face of demons and monsters, nothing was there, and even his appearance could not be reflected!

The mirror only reflects his own bed, wardrobe and corner, but he doesn't look like him.

His mind was blank and he could not think at all. He stared at the mirror and suddenly found something was crawling around the corner of the house blocked by the white mosquito net.

He subconsciously raised his head.

At some point, countless dense broken hands appeared on the ceiling, crawling with them. The pale and bloodless broken hands were tapping the wooden ceiling from time to time, making a trembling sound.

Such a scene made his head buzz, as if blood was shaking on his head.

He could no longer care about what was hiding outside the door and rushed straight towards the door. He was afraid that the door would suddenly close and could no longer be opened. At that time, the broken hands that fell down would be pinched to his neck and strangled to death.

Fortunately, the door was not locked, so he opened it, rushed out, and closed it vigorously.

He rushed down the wooden stairs desperately.

He just wanted to leave here and tell his parents that there was something unclean in the house.

The stairs were winding and were so dark that they could not be seen.

He walked down dozens of steps until he could hardly see the stairs, and then stopped.

No, it's really wrong. He clearly remembers that there are only two floors in his house, so why are the stairs so long?

He quickly looked up and looked up, and it became completely dark.

At the dark stairs, only a beam of light fell on him, and everything was so dark that nothing could be seen.

His legs trembled slightly, and he raised his foot and ran upwards, but he climbed more than a hundred steps, but he still couldn't see the end.

He stopped and gasped, so quiet that he could even hear the thumping heartbeat of himself as he accelerated.

He was extremely scared. Something seemed to be peeking at him in the endless darkness, and he would pounce out to kill him at any time.

Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!

He kept comforting himself in his heart.

He took a break and calmed himself down as much as possible and looked at the seemingly infinite stairs.

He thought that he could not see hope when he walked upwards, so he could only go down, but he hoped that the terrifying hell was not connected to the stairs at the end of the stairs.

But even in hell, he would never want to be trapped in this staircase.

So he began to lift his foot down.

It is always easier and easier to go down than to go up.

He began to count the steps silently to disperse the fear in his heart.

One…two…seven…thirteen…forty-eight…one hundred twenty-eight…three hundred forty…four hundred…

When he counted to the end, he also forgot what level it was.

But as he went down the stairs, he gradually got used to it and his fear began to decrease.

The stairs are at the end.

It was pitch black all around.

Can't see anything.

He was stunned for a moment, stretched out his left hand and pressed to the left like a mechanically.

With a clamor, the white lights lit up.

This is a basement.

The strong smell of blood first penetrated into his nose.

Two corpses were lying on the floor, one man and one woman, and the old face stained with blood. These were his "parents".

He suddenly remembered that this was not his parents, but he was indeed the owner of the house. He was not the son of the owner of the house. He was the evil ghost who killed the poor couple.
Chapter completed!