Buried ghosts, ghost marriage contracts

The scarecrow head was hanging in the air, swaying.

The windows of the room were closed and there was no wind in the corridor.

The most creepy thing was that the eyes of the scarecrow head were as alive as if they were alive, staring at you.

I looked at it for a while, then reached out and pulled off the scarecrow's head.

The hand that grabbed the scarecrow's head was soaked in blood, and red water oozed out.

Drip... The scarlet liquid splashed on the ground, forming a trace of blood dripping.

It seemed that the head had just been soaked in blood, and the bloodstains along the corridor should also come from this.

The shoes placed upside down and right side up, the incense burner with three incense sticks,

And the blood-red scarecrow's head, everything seemed a bit deliberate.

Looking around again, there was nothing else unusual in this room except these things.

When I was about to leave, there was a sudden movement outside,

Click...Click...Click...Click

It was a bit like someone walking in slippers, and the movement gradually came towards me, and the sound got louder step by step.

I threw the scarecrow's head aside and held the knife tightly.

Click...The footsteps were right next to me.

Click...It took another step closer.

When I turned around, the door was blocked by a shadow.

I stepped on the ground and rushed forward, and the bronze horizontal sword chopped straight at its upper head.

Finally, it stopped in front of its neck, and the blade was like a poisonous snake with fangs.

The shadow screamed in panic: "Don't! Don't!"

"I am a human, I am a human."

"Brother, spare my life, spare my life!"

I glanced at him. This man was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, jeans, and dad shoes... his head was full of cold sweat and his face was pale.

"What are you doing here?"

The man hurriedly explained: "I am a supernatural blogger, good at debunking traditional superstitions. Isn't it said that this place is haunted recently?"

"So I came here to find out at the request of the masses."

After he said this, I understood a little, pointing to the red shoes and scarecrow head behind me:

"So you made these things?"

The supernatural blogger smiled and nodded: "Doesn't this add some weird and scary atmosphere?"

"They say that hanging a scarecrow head soaked in blood upside down, and then putting red shoes and an incense burner with incense on it, can attract ghosts."

I sighed and shook my head: "You really know how to choose a place."

"If someone else breaks in, they will be scared to death just by seeing these things of yours. You know how to create an atmosphere."

The supernatural blogger sighed: "Isn't it because I'm afraid there are no ghosts? If there are no supernatural things, no one will read it."

"It's not easy to be a supernatural blogger. Even if there are no ghosts, you still have to make some weird and supernatural things, otherwise there will be traffic."

"Although it is fake, it can't stop fans from watching it."

I put down the bronze horizontal sword, and the supernatural blogger also breathed a sigh of relief:

"Brother, what are you doing here with a knife in the middle of the night?".

I casually perfunctorily said: "Exploration, I like to explore haunted places."

The supernatural blogger smacked his lips when he heard it,

What a great hobby.

He looked over his shoulder to check what he had arranged.

Suddenly, the supernatural blogger's face froze, and the blood color that had just recovered dropped rapidly.

He pointed at the red shoes with a trembling hand and shouted in horror: "Red...red shoes".

I asked in confusion: "Didn't you put those shoes there?".

The supernatural blogger retorted with a pale face: "I put them right when I put them there! I didn't put one shoe upside down!".

'Although I arranged these things, I am also afraid of violating taboos. Shoes cannot be placed upside down, and one right and one upside down is a big taboo! ',

I said: "It seems that there is a ghost."

I passed him and continued to search other rooms.

The supernatural blogger followed immediately and said in a panic:

"This place is not normal, it must be abnormal!"

"Too weird!".

"Maybe there is a ghost."

I asked: "Have you encountered something weird?".

The supernatural blogger nodded frantically:

"I escaped from the third floor. I took my equipment to shoot the first and second floors before setting up the things. When I got to the third floor, my equipment suddenly failed and there was no signal at all."

"I tried for a long time but to no avail. When I went to the toilet, all the equipment disappeared without a trace."

"I turned around and the toilet door I had just opened was closed without a trace.

There was also the sound of a toilet being flushed."

"There is absolutely no one else in this place. I cut the seals and chains, no one else would have done it before me."

"There must be something unclean."

I said to myself: "Is it the third floor? "

"Forget it, let's check the second floor first."

I opened the rooms on the second floor one by one, and stopped when I came to a room,

because blood was seeping out from the crack of the door, and the crack of the door was dark.

In this environment, the chill came up all of a sudden.

After a pause, I kicked the door open with my foot.

There was no one in the dim material room, the curtains rustled and swayed, and the shadows in the corners of the room were dark and unclear, perhaps even the Tibetans could not see.

My eyes were focused on a basin on the ground behind the door,

The basin was full of scarlet liquid, and there were several small holes on the basin facing the door,

The liquid similar to blood also flowed out from there, seeping out little by little.

I turned around and asked, "Did you do this too?" .

The supernatural blogger smiled awkwardly but politely: "A sense of atmosphere, a sense of atmosphere..."

"Don't you think it's exciting to see blood seeping out of the door at midnight? ".

"Exciting, indeed quite exciting", I closed the door after a round of inspection.

I explored the rooms on the second floor. Apart from the things that the supernatural blogger had created to create an atmosphere, there was no sign of anyone else.

I went up to the third floor, and the supernatural blogger said he wanted to take back the expensive equipment.

The stairs were very dark, and I could hardly see what was under my feet.

Of course, it was not a problem for me with double pupils, but the supernatural blogger stumbled up.

After passing through the dark staircase, it was the third floor.

Walking past the stairs, the supernatural blogger turned a corner,

A pale face as white as paper stood out in the sight, with dark eyes and a scar on his cheek,

Wearing a dark and strange shroud, the whole person was stiff and hiding in the shadows.

The supernatural blogger's pupils shrank, and the whole person shook and fell to the ground.