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

He lifted the white quilt and sat up.

He sat on the edge of the bed and surveyed the room.

Directly in front of the bed, in front of him, was a wooden table with candlesticks, a half-length mirror, drinking glasses, and a small bookshelf with a few books.

Next to the end of the bed was a mahogany double-door wardrobe with his clothes.

There is a window in front of the wooden table, and the dark and gloomy sky is faintly visible, which also makes the room gray.

I had just woken up from bed, and the thoughts of memories finally came flooding into my head.

He was the son of the owner of the house, whose parents, had left home to work, leaving him alone.

Why did he get out of bed at this time?

Because today he happened to be resting and didn't have to work.

Thinking of this, he lay down on the bed again, ready to sleep a little longer.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, a strange sound sounded.

His eyes widened, stunned, where did the sound come from?

The doo sound only rang twice, and then it was gone.

He thought it should be an auditory hallucination, so he didn't think about it again, but felt very sleepy and closed his eyes again.

But the sound of the doo sounded three times in a row.

What's going on? Now he made sure he heard him right.

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

Dodo.

A series of strange noises made Zhou Fan stand up.

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

Who was hiding in his room?

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

He lifted the mosquito net and looked under the bed.

Some of the dark beds had nothing under them except some white cobwebs.

Not under the bed......

Doo doo do!

The voice sounded again, and his pupils constricted to look around the room, then at the double-door wooden closet.

The wooden door of the wardrobe seemed to shake faintly.

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

The iron candlestick has spikes, and if the person hiding inside dares to push the door out, the candlestick is his weapon.

He could feel that it wasn't a prank, that his parents wouldn't be so bored, that someone was hiding while he was sleeping.

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

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

Isn't it a man hiding in the cupboard, but some kind of monster?

There was no movement in the cabinet anymore.

After a moment of silence, he walked to the side of the wooden cabinet as little as he could make any noise, 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 halfway into the cabinet and hung again.

There was nothing in the cupboard except clothes.

The sound of a doo clang rang out in the room again, one more than before.

He felt a chill rise from his heart, as if something unknown existed in his room.

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

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

There was a 'squeak', and the closed door suddenly opened a little.

There was a look of fear on his face, he remembered that the door was locked, and he quickly picked up the candlestick and stared at the wooden door.

Want to see what will come in through the door.

But what if something you can't see has come in?

As soon as he thought of this, he felt tiny bumps all over his body.

He didn't want to stay here any longer, so he glanced at the bust on the table, he had been keeping an eye on the closet just a moment ago, and then he looked at the wooden door, but he hadn't looked at the bust carefully.

He had heard people say that if there was dirt, it would come out of the mirror.

At this glance, his hairs stood on end.

There was nothing in the mirror, no bleeding face, no demon face, nothing, not even his appearance!

The mirror only reflected his bed, wardrobe and corner, but he didn't look like him.

His mind went blank and he couldn't think at all, and he stared at the mirror, when he suddenly noticed that something seemed to be crawling in the corner of the room, which was blocked by the white mosquito net.

He subconsciously raised his head.

At some point, there were countless dense severed hands crawling on the ceiling, and the pale and bloodless severed hands knocked on the wooden ceiling from time to time, making a trembling sound.

Such a scene caused his skull to buzz, and it seemed that blood was shaking in his head.

He couldn't care what was hiding outside the door any longer, and rushed straight to the door, he was still afraid that the door would suddenly close and never be opened, and then he would be strangled to death by the severed hands that had fallen.

Fortunately, the door was not locked, so he pulled it open, rushed out, and slammed it shut.

He sprinted desperately down the wooden staircase.

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

The staircase was winding and so dark that you couldn't see the bottom.

He walked down dozens of steps, until he was almost out of sight, and then stopped.

No, it's really not right, he clearly remembers that there are only two floors in his house, why are the stairs so long?

He hurriedly looked up, and it was completely darkened.

In the darkness of the staircase, only a beam of light fell on him, and it was so dark that he couldn't see anything.

His legs trembled slightly, and he raised his feet to run up, but after climbing more than a hundred steps, he still couldn't see the end.

He stopped, gasping for air, so quiet that he could hear his own pounding heartbeat as he accelerated.

He was terrified, and something seemed to be watching him in the endless darkness, ready to pounce and kill him.

Don't be afraid!

He kept comforting himself in his heart.

He paused for a moment, trying to calm himself down as much as he could, looking at the seemingly infinite staircase.

He thought that if he couldn't see any hope going up, he could only go down, just hoping that the end of the stairs would not be a terrible hell.

But even in hell, he never wanted to die in this staircase.

So he began to walk down with his feet raised.

It's always easier and more relaxed to go down than up.

He began to silently count the stairs, distracting himself from fear.

One...... Two...... Seven...... A baker's dozen...... Forty-eight...... One hundred and twenty-eight...... Three hundred and forty ...... Four hundred......

At the end of the count, he forgot how many steps it was.

It's just that as he descended the stairs, he gradually got used to it, and the fear in his heart began to decrease.

The stairs come to an end.

It was pitch black all around.

I can't see anything.

He was stunned, and mechanically stretched out his left hand and pressed it to the left.

With a click, the white light came on.

It's a basement.

The strong smell of blood first burrowed into his nose.

There were two corpses lying on the floor, a man and a woman, with blood-stained old faces, these were his 'parents'.

It suddenly dawned on him that this was not his parents, but the owner of the house, and that he was not the son of the owner of the house, but that he was the evil spirit who had killed the poor couple.

Only ghosts are not reflected in the mirror.