"So smelly!"
The drunkard had completely sobered up. He covered his nose and mouth as he shone his phone at the dog kennel.
To his surprise, there was nothing dirty inside.
"It looks so clean, but why is it so smelly? Even the raw meat at my place wouldn't smell this bad! "
Resisting the nausea, the drunkard picked up a tree branch and poked at the soil inside the kennel. "There's nothing buried down there, right? Where is the stench coming from? How come it feels like it has seeped into the wooden planks? "
The footsteps got closer, and the drunkard took a step back. He could not stand this Foul Odor anymore, so he jumped into the building through the window.
"Hopefully, the family of three won't lead the monster here." The drunkard regretted asking the middle-aged man to come with him in the first place. Wouldn't that expose his location?
Holding his head, the drunkard squatted under the windowsill. He pinched himself again. "This is definitely not a dream. What was that thing earlier? How could it run so fast with just its head? Was it using its chin to move? "
From the drunkard's perspective, the family of three was most likely dead, so he did not plan to save them. "Other than me, the rest of the passengers on the bus are probably dead already. No one dares to face that thing, so no one …"
His head was still spinning, and the drunkard was covered in cold sweat. "What should I do now? There's no signal on my phone, and I don't even know where I am. Oh well, I'll just hide here until the fog disperses. "
The drunkard learned from his mistake, and he did not dare to wander around anymore.
He squatted under the window and waited for several minutes before he heard the door to the courtyard creak.
"Someone's coming in!"
Holding his breath, the drunkard did not dare to breathe.
He perked up his ears to listen. After the door creaked, the courtyard soon became quiet again.
"I just came in to take a look? The monster didn't notice me? " This time, the drunkard was smarter. He did not raise his head to look out the window. He was afraid that he might see someone looking in through the window.
Turning on his phone, the drunkard adjusted the angle and used the camera function to look at the courtyard outside.
The door was half-open, and there was no one in the courtyard.
"That's the silver lining." The drunkard stood up, and when he pulled his phone back, he accidentally knocked against the bottle on the windowsill.
"Air freshener?" The drunkard placed the bottle back and did not think too much about it.
Straightening his back, the drunkard finally had time to observe his surroundings.
He did not know if it was an illusion, but he felt like he could hear a faint sound in his ears, like the sound of a wind chime.
Some people in the countryside had the habit of hanging wind chimes at the door. As long as the wind chimes rang, it meant that someone had entered the house.
If it was any other time, the drunkard wouldn't have noticed the noise, but it was different now. He kept feeling that there was something walking back and forth at the entrance, and it was moving very fast.
His heart raced at the thought that there were other things in the house.
His footsteps moved on the floor. The drunkard was facing away from the window, and he felt like the room behind him had suddenly darkened like the light from the window had been blocked by something.
There was someone standing outside the window?!
When this thought appeared in his mind, the drunkard's scalp felt like it was going to explode. His body froze on the spot, and the sound of the wind chimes continued to ring in his ears, becoming clearer and clearer.
What was approaching?
The drunkard mustered up all his courage to look back, but the window was empty.
"Was it a false alarm?" He retreated to the window. When his fingers touched the windowsill, he felt a prickle in his hand. Using the light from his phone, he realized that there was a lot of black dog fur around the gap of the windowsill.
"Pa!"
The window on the second floor was pushed open with a creak. The drunkard's body shuddered, and the dog fur in his palm fluttered to the ground.
He had heard it very clearly — the sound of the window opening was right above his head!
He had no idea whether this was a coincidence or someone playing a prank on him.
He did not dare jump out the window, but he felt like it was not safe to stay inside the house.
While he was conflicted, more dog fur fluttered down from above his head.
"Why is there so much dog fur?" He was reminded of the empty kennel in the courtyard and the thick stench!
"What's going on?" The drunkard did not dare raise his head to look up. He was not curious about what was watching him from the second floor. At that moment, he just wanted to be left alone.
"I can't waste any more time. I have to leave!" Just as the drunkard made that decision in his heart, the door to the courtyard was pushed open again. In the dark, something that looked like a mop was stuck at the door.
Seeing the face that was hidden behind the black hair and the rags, the drunkard's heart felt like it was submerged in ice water.
He did not even bother to close the window and hurried to leave this room that was close to the courtyard.
"Damn, why would he appear at a time like this?" The drunkard ran into the corridor, and the sound of the wind chime came from the end of the corridor. Several pairs of broken slippers littered the floor, and the room was rather messy.
"The dog fur earlier came from the second floor, and there are also some unclean things on the second floor of this house! I can't go to the second floor, and I'd better stay away from the stairs! "
The drunkard took a deep breath to calm himself down. He crept into the room furthest away from the stairs.
The floorboards creaked strangely, and a strange child's singing came from somewhere. It sounded like someone had touched a recorder left behind by a dead person, and the room became stranger and stranger.
"Among the slippers that I saw in the corridor earlier, there were adults and children, so there might be more than one thing in this room …"
The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. The drunkard's back was wet, and his body was cold.
"Hopefully, they won't come in."
Closing the door lightly, the drunkard saw several empty bottles lying behind the door. They looked similar to the bottles on the windowsill. "Why are there so many air fresheners in this room?"
He tossed the bottles to the side and realized that there were bags of deodorant and perfume in the corner of the room.
"Why are there so many deodorants? What happened in this room? " The drunkard could not help but be reminded of the dog kennel that reeked of Foul Odor. "The kennel is clean, but it's filled with Foul Odor. A living person's room is messy, but it's filled with fragrance. There has to be something wrong here."
He looked around. This should be a young man's bedroom. There were some fashion magazines and fitness books on the bed, and there were dumbbells and scales under the table.
The layout of the room could not have been more normal, but after a closer inspection, the drunkard's heart was enveloped by an indescribable fear.
He opened the bottom drawer of the study table, and inside it was a thick stack of pictures. They recorded various scenes of animal abuse, and it was chilling to look at.
However, that was not the scariest part. The drunkard continued to flip through the pictures. The top one-fourth of the pictures was a young man who did not show his face abusing an animal, and in the remaining three-fourths of the pictures, the young man was the one being abused.
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