How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

The snow was flying and falling.

The cold wind was blowing bitterly, and there was a whirring and crashing sound.The snow covered the sky and fell head-on to the earth.

Behind the frosted glass, the little girl with blond hair sat quietly in front of the window, looking out of the window with her beautiful blue eyes earnestly, admiring the spectacular snow scene.

On her snow-white face, the bright red lips are like two fluffy and thin rose petals, and the beauty is blooming in the snow-white, which brings a bit of popularity to the little girl who is so delicate that she looks like a bjd doll.

Through the frost flowers, the notebook in her hand can be vaguely seen.

She looked at the snow for a while, then lowered her head again, and continued to write in her diary.

[Today is a month since I came to Yaowang Hotel.

Dad seems to be very busy, although I don't know what he is busy with, but my mother and I haven't seen him for a long time.

The weather is getting colder and colder. Not long ago, it snowed heavily and blocked the mountain road.

Mom said that people from outside couldn't get in, and that there was something wrong with the communication equipment, and she was trying to fix it.

Dad was still in the hall.

I saw the twins again, still standing hand in hand.

This time I saw the picture of them falling in the corridor.The corridors were covered in blood, they were lying on the ground, they were separated, they would never stand hand in hand again because they were dead.

I seem to see pictures of their deaths, and I don't know who killed them.

When I was sleeping last night, I heard it seemed lively downstairs, but I didn't go out to see it.

The next day Dad seemed to be drunk. He was lying on the floor in the hall, sound asleep, and it was Mom and I who carried him to the bed together.

...I don't like it here. 】

Someone knocked on the door, she stopped writing and closed the notebook.

On the top of the diary on this page, there is a black date mark.

——January 1, heavy snow.

The little girl jumped off the chair, ran to the door, opened the door, and standing in front of her was her mother Rui Yi.

"Sydelle," the woman kindly rubbed the little girl's golden hair, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to play in the forest maze with your mother?"

"No, Mom." Sidelle rejected her mother, she raised her snow-white delicate face, her blue eyes glanced out of the window: "It's too cold outside, I want to study in the room."

"Okay then," Rui Yi smiled helplessly: "Remember to find me if you need anything, I'll go to work."

She also has to overhaul all the equipment in the hotel.

But that was supposed to be Kelsen's job.

Sidelle silently watched her mother's slightly tired face, nodded obediently, but the expression in her glass-like eyes gradually became colder.

It's been a month.

Since their father Kelsen found a job as a hotel maintenance worker a month ago and brought them to the Yaowang Hotel, Sidelle and Rui have gradually reduced their communication with Kelsen.

It's not that the mother and daughter are unwilling to communicate with Kelsen, but...

She lowered her eyes, and suddenly remembered the words that Mr. Harroon, the chef of the hotel, had told her.

"You must not enter that room." He said, with a solemn expression, as if hiding a trace of panic, "Room 237."

Room 237... what will it be?

She tried to think, but only felt at a loss, and her mind was empty.

For some reason, Sidelle has been more rational and calm than other children since she was a child.But at this moment, she felt uneasy for no reason.

In fact, this uneasiness has been going on for a long time. On the first day she came to the hotel, she saw a pair of twins who disappeared mysteriously.

At first she thought it was her hallucination, until the hallucination became more and more serious.

She began to often see some horrible and bloody things. Once she was standing in the corridor, but suddenly saw the corner in front of her turned into a warehouse gate, and the gate was suddenly washed down by blood, and endless blood poured towards her.

But the really scary thing is that Sidel found that her uneasiness did not come from those hallucinations.

She made a startling discovery.

The source of her uneasiness turned out to be her father.

Kelsen.

Sidelle took out her notebook again and continued to write.

[Every night, I would hear the lively hall.I thought maybe I could know where those voices were coming from. 】

After pausing for a while, she added a sentence below.

【...I love my parents, no matter who they are, I can't hurt them. 】

Sydel heard the sound of her parents arguing.

It was strange that she could hear them so clearly from the corner of the second floor even though they were in the hall.

She was wearing a white cotton nightdress, hugging a bear doll, quietly leaning against the cold glass covered with frost, listening to the content of the quarrel.

It doesn't sound very real, but it doesn't matter.

She is going to do something tonight.

Sidelle has always had a weird sense of illusion.

At some point, she always suspected that something was watching her.

When she turned around, there was nothing behind her.

I'm going to find out what's been watching me—Cydel thought.

She knew that it was hidden in this hotel.

No matter where it is, she will find it out. She has a hunch that what has been spying on her is the reason why her father Kelsen is getting weirder.

She put the bear down, and in this huge sleeping hotel, the night was silent, and the noise of her parents disturbed her, but Sidel forced herself to calm down.

She put on her shoes, opened the door and went out.

No matter what kind of monsters and ghosts are hiding here, she will guard her home well.

Sidelle thought indifferently, her face was as pale as snow in the dark corridor.

The Yaowang Hotel is very big, but it is enough for a little girl to visit it in one night.

Because the house where she lives is on the second floor, when Sidelle passed by Room 237, she paused unconsciously, and a strange feeling came to her heart.

She suddenly remembered...

It seemed that something had been forgotten by her.

But her thoughts were interrupted by the twins and the two children holding hands at the end of the corridor.They stared at Sidelle coldly, and Sidelle also looked back at them indifferently, stepping over the two of them expressionlessly.

During this month she has discovered that any abnormal images she sees are hallucinations.

There is no lethality at all.

The noise of her parents gradually became distant, as if she had left her behind.Sidelle had gone downstairs and was strolling through the hotel's storerooms and warehouses, with a searchlight on her head, a flashlight in her hand, and two batteries in the pocket of her nightgown.

She wandered through one warehouse after another, walking among the huge shelves, the surrounding was dead silent, and Sydel could only hear her own footsteps and breathing.

Of course, she can only hear her own voice. It would be strange if she heard other people's voices here.

The dark warehouse was illuminated by lights, the little girl in white skirt was pale, her icy blue eyes faintly flicked across the huge shelves, and she kept walking.

—Be quicker.

A voice spoke in her mind.

Faster.

it says.

Sidelle's pace was faster, and she turned around one warehouse after another lightly as if floating, and stopped beside the management room.

right here.

She walked forward slowly, and saw an old personnel management manual on the desk.

Sidelle opened the manual and saw a person's name crossed out in red writing on the first page.

Charles Granty.