Walking along the main road on the lawn at the back door, the rookie security guard, Jameson, cursed the group of old security guards who were taking advantage of their seniority and the cold, snowy night.
There were two to three thousand people in Paland Academy, but it occupied a large area.
As Christmas approached, most of the students had left school for the holidays. The entire campus was silent, and it felt like a ghost town.
Jameson subconsciously scanned the darkness where the light couldn't reach. He felt that there were shadows everywhere, as if something was hiding there, ready to attack.
Alright, this was a reflex of a horror movie lover.
In fact, apart from the rubber baton issued by the school, he also brought an electric shock device to protect himself. Unfortunately, it wasn't very warm.
In the campus, apart from the rustling of the trees in the wind, there was only the rustling of his feet on the snow.
Jameson quickened his pace and waved his flashlight around.
He decided to finish this patrol as soon as possible and hide in the security room, determined not to come out again.
At that moment, he had already arrived at the side of an exchange student's dormitory. He heard a faint sound.
Stunned, his face suddenly turned pale — it seemed to be a woman's voice.
It wasn't a voice, but it sounded like the background sound in a horror movie, like a female ghost wailing and struggling.
It was intermittent and indistinct, as if it came from an unknown dark corner.
Jameson's teeth chattered, his legs trembled, and his entire body turned cold.
Paland Academy was an art school, and there was no lack of urban horror stories.
After all, artists were more likely to go off the rails than ordinary people. As a result, the school produced a shocking number of horror stories, both real and fake.
For example, a girl who brought back a portrait of a witch from a sketch and then died mysteriously.
Or a couple who died quietly in the dormitory because of an emotional dispute.
What was even more terrifying was probably the story of a barefoot little girl in a white dress, with a white face and bleeding from all seven orifices.
Jameson trembled all over, and the flashlight swayed uncontrollably.
Suddenly, he was stunned again.
He slowly shone the trembling flashlight back to a window on the third floor of the dormitory, only to find that it was pitch black and empty.
However, when the flashlight swept past the window, he seemed to see a pale woman with disheveled hair waving at him from the window!
At that moment, Jameson's brain seemed to have frozen, and he stood there in a daze.
After standing there blankly for a few seconds, he suddenly realized that the female voice was gone. A sudden gust of wind blew, blowing the surrounding trees and snow into a mess. It was like a scene in a movie where a demon was descending into the world.
"Wahhh ~ Ghost ~" He turned around and ran away.
At that moment, in a room on the third floor, Luke was bending over and sticking his head out of the window.
In his line of sight, the young security guard upstairs looked at the window for a moment, then suddenly ran away, far away, far away.
Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Còm
Luke was stunned. "What the hell?"
Thinking that, he hugged Elena tightly and whispered in her ear, "Is there something wrong with this security guard?"
Elena hit him lethargically. "He must've seen us or heard my voice just now."
Luke was confused. "You don't have to be so scared as to run away, do you? We're not ugly, and your voice isn't unpleasant. Why did he run away so quickly? "
Elena couldn't be bothered to think about it. She simply hugged him tightly. "Shouldn't you be thinking about how to deal with the bunny first?"
Luke chuckled. "The bunny didn't call for help when it saw the security guard just now, so its fate is sealed."
Elena snorted. "The bunny was shot and can't run away. Its fate is already sealed, but it wants the process to be a little more beautiful."
Pondering for a moment, Luke put his chin on her shoulder and led her back to the window. "Then let's keep watching the snow here."
Elena only nodded reluctantly in agreement.
Downstairs, the young security guard, Jameson, was already nowhere to be seen. The two of them could slowly enjoy the silent snow on campus.
The night was still very long.
…
The next day, December 23rd.
Luke and Elena stayed in the dorm until past ten, and enjoyed the indispensable snow coffee for a long time before they left the dorm.
When they passed the back gate, he couldn't help but ask a middle-aged security guard in the security room, "Excuse me, is the young security guard here from yesterday alright?"
The middle-aged security guard was stunned. "You mean Jameson?"
He then asked in confusion, "Why are you asking about him?"
Luke shrugged. "I saw him running and patrolling the campus on his own yesterday. He seemed very dedicated, but it's been snowing for the past few days, so …"
The middle-aged security guard hummed and said, "It's nothing. It's just that the guy likes horror movies. He scared himself last night and went home sick today. "
He was also very bummed when he said that.
Without the newbie, it was his turn to keep watch tonight, which was a tough job.
Luke thanked him politely and left with Elena in his arms.
Elena was a little surprised. "That's possible? He scared himself sick. I have some impression of him. He doesn't look like a coward. "
Luke shrugged. "A lot of people in this world like to scare themselves. They watch horror movies when they're cowards. They can't blame anyone else if they get sick."
Elena didn't think too much of it. She leaned closer to him and said, "Let's go watch a horror movie later."
Luke was surprised. "You just had coffee in the morning, and you want to watch a horror movie now?"
Elena couldn't help but hit him gently. "Can't we go in the afternoon?"
Luke smiled. "Sure, as long as you're willing. But are there any horror movies on at Christmas? "
They found the answer to that question not long after they finished lunch in the restaurant.
No.
They went to two theaters, but there were no real horror movies, only two low-budget thrillers.
But looking at the clumsy posters and the reviews that Luke found on the Popcorn Web, it was clear that these were two terrible, mediocre works.
They decisively gave up on going in to suffer.
Elena was afraid that she would laugh out loud when she went in, which would lower her expectations for horror movies, and she wouldn't have any fun at all.
Luke and Selina looked at each other and found it funny.
Elena said that she didn't want to waste her time looking for horror movies, so they continued their one-day trip to New York.
On their way out of the second theater, Elena received a call. She picked it up and said a few words, before she covered the receiver and asked Luke, "Margaret invited me to an art exhibition. She said that it's pretty good, but it's going to end today. I probably won't be able to see it again."
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