deformed bone

Calvin's eyes widened, and he looked at the corpse in the hallway in disbelief.

The scene was so horrifying that he began to wonder if he had unknowingly fallen into a mental disorder again.

Maybe he is really crazy, otherwise, why would he watch the realized nightmare raise his head towards him.

"I...it's...Darrin...I...was...wrong...it hurts...it hurts..."

A muffled voice was painfully squeezed out from the swollen mouth of the corpse.A black-red liquid as thick as paint slowly seeped out from the gaps in the eye sockets of the corpse, and slowly flowed down the strange brown skin.

Calvin stood there unable to move.

He was beginning to feel a little thankful that he had wrapped his clothes around the knife, because his palms were now covered in cold sweat.

His mind is in complete chaos, half of his soul is overwhelmed by fear, he wants to scream, and the other half of his soul keeps telling him that this is all figment of his mind, that he is just crazy That's all.

Only a madman would dream up such a nightmare.

"Kick-"

The corpse took another step slowly.

Calvin instinctively wanted to take a step back, trying to hide his body as much as possible, but his movements were too rigid, he didn't notice the blade of the table knife, and the metal blade lightly knocked against the wall , There was a slight friction sound.

The movement of the corpse froze.

Calvin's pupils constricted, and he panted, watching the corpse in sight slowly turn his head towards him.

It found him.

He swore he met the corpse's eyes—the damn corpse's eyeballs were as dark as stone, but Calvin could still feel its gaze.No language can describe the horror, distortion, fear, pain, and evil of that line of sight. All the negative things that the human brain can think of are concentrated together, and then carefully painted on that line of sight above.

The whimpering became a little more pronounced.

"Woooooo...I...I'm so...painful...too painful..."

The corpse turned towards Calvin with great difficulty, then it swayed, raised its arms, and forcefully inserted its fingers into the Y-shaped knife marks on its chest.

"Zi..."

There was a wet and viscous tearing sound, and the corpse tore its chest apart woodenly, with two red ribs opening to both sides, as if someone opened his newly customized cabinet to visitors.

Calvin felt that he was going to faint in the next second, but the reality was that he was standing there all the time, as if he had fallen into a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

The previous fishy smell turned into a thick rancid smell in an instant, and inside the empty chest cavity of the corpse, there was actually a pocket tape player that looked like it was produced in the 90s.

Everything in front of me looks like some kind of clumsy post-modern installation art, of course, it's more like a nightmare made by some devil.

Calvin stared blankly at the corpse, and a few rusty steel nails fixed the player to the spine of the corpse.Black and red human tissue and mucus remained on the red body. The moment Calvin saw it, the red light on the player flashed to represent the operation.

"Crack."

Then, the player starts to operate.

"Hey, my dear angel baby, do you still like the gift I gave you?"

Accompanied by the obvious sound of electric current, the sound of extremely poor sound quality came from the speaker of the player.

The voice was harsh and rough like a broadcast that had undergone serious interference, and it was even difficult to distinguish whether the voice was a man or a woman, but even so, the frenzy and distortion contained therein were still clearly discernible—as clear as if It has turned into substance, stroking Calvin's ear through the transmission of sound waves.

Calvin felt that he was about to lose his recognition and judgment of the world.

His stomach became cold, and all his internal organs seemed to be squeezed together with tension.

vomit……

Calvin's body trembled, and he finally couldn't control his retching.

After the player finished playing that sentence, there was a mechanical click, and the tape began to rewind. A few seconds later, the vague voice sounded again in the corridor.

"Hey, my dear angel baby, do you still like the gift I gave you?"

He had obviously heard it once, but when this message sounded again, Calvin took a step further into the abyss of fear.

no no no no no no-

Reason, if that is still reason, screamed in Calvin's body.

Because that voice... became a little clearer.

It was just that, just that the voice became clearer, and the fear Calvin felt was stronger than when he saw the corpse standing in the corridor of his home.

Now he could already tell that the voice came from a man, with unconscious intimacy and affection in his tone.

"Stop...stop..."

Calvin suspects that his heart may be about to explode, and so is his brain.

He had never been so afraid of anything...

That was just a message.

But Calvin was so afraid of that message that he was going crazy.

The player inside the corpse made a mechanical rewind sound, and the moment he was about to play that message again, Calvin rushed out without any hesitation.

His body seemed to be no longer his own, and that extreme fear completely dominated him.

In the confusion, he let go of the table knife straight away, and then he stretched out his hand and penetrated into the corpse's body—the empty chest cavity that smelled of blood.

"Woooooo-"

The corpse let out a groan of pain beside Calvin's face.

Yes, painful... as if there were still traces of the soul in this long-dead exorcium.

A stench spewed out of its mouth, and its tongue softly stuck to the back of Calvin's hand.

Calvin was stuck on its neck with one hand, and grabbed the player with the other hand. After pulling it out forcefully, the old-fashioned player flew out of the body and fell to the ground.

The wailing of the corpse instantly turned into a long howl.

Its body rolled backwards from the chest position, because its spine had been broken by Calvin's rude action just now.

This caused it great pain - of course when people say "great pain to the corpse" there is little logic in that statement.

But this is the reality Calvin faced.

The corpse twitched continuously on the ground, and the remaining bodily fluids seeped out of its body during its movements, soaking the floor.

It was still howling, but Calvin had no time to attend.

Because the goddamn player is still working—

"Hey, my dear angel baby, do you still like the gift I gave you?"

"Hey, my dear angel baby, do you still like the gift I gave you?"

"Hey, my dear angel baby, do you still like the gift I gave you?"

……

Calvin watched the red light flashing faster and faster on the player all over his body, and the message that was about to drive him crazy began to be played repeatedly, and the speed became faster and faster.

"he he he he he……"

In the end, the message was completely blurred, and all the sound waves were compressed together, forming an extremely twisted and evil laugh.

Laughter that would shudder even the devil heard it.

"Shut up shut up shut up—"

Calvin thought he was probably really crazy.

There was nothing rational in his body, only fear and instinct remained.

At this moment, he even ignored the terrifying walking corpse, he rushed towards the red tape player, then he knelt on the ground, grasping it and knocking on the ground almost frantically, trying to destroy it. drop it.

It was precisely because of this that he didn't notice that the corpse was approaching him bit by bit.

"Woooooo...I...so painful...bitter...I...I..."

"boom--"

Under Calvin's constant knocking, the player finally made a small fault sound, and a burnt smell accompanied by a wisp of green smoke rose from the gap in the plastic casing.

And that message stayed on the elongated ending.

"Baby... baby... er..."

"Do you still like the gift I gave you?"

Calvin's body stiffened.

Panting, he turned his head and stared wide-eyed at the body lying on the ground.

The head of the corpse was turned 180 degrees, and the cooked face was so distorted that, from some angles, it was a smile.

And that sweet and hoarse whisper came from inside the body of the corpse.

Calvin knelt limply on the ground, maintaining his previous posture.

No.

He heard a voice in his head groaning.

He knew he should stand up and chop the disgusting corpse in front of him like he had done with the player.

He knows everything, but he can't move.

It was as if an invisible hand stretched out and cut off the nerves connecting the muscles in his body, and Calvin lost any strength in his body.

He could only breathe, breathing rapidly, and watched the corpse get closer.

Please wake me up if this is a nightmare— Calvin kept saying to himself.

But a body is still a body, and a voice is still a voice.

Nothing in front of him has changed, except that his back is getting hotter and more painful.

"I... have always hoped... that you could... see... everything I have dedicated to you..."

Calvin heard the corpse say.

There seemed to be other changes in that face now, and behind the other's swollen and slightly rotten tongue, there seemed to be something... extremely dark.

That is the darkness and evil that can only be found at the bottom of hell.

"Stop..."

Calvin heard an unfamiliar voice.

Very weak, very slurred, almost crying.

It took him a long time (or maybe just a moment) to realize that it was actually his own voice.

The corpse moved closer.

Calvin saw countless tiny white worms wriggling in the liquid flowing down from the corpse.

"my sweetheart……"

And the corpse, or rather, something inside the corpse, was still whispering.

If you just listen to his voice, you will feel that the whisper sounds like sweet words between lovers, full of affection and attachment.

Finally, the dead body's hand was on Calvin's ankle.

It was completely different from the wet and sticky feeling as imagined, but the corpse's hands were dry.Very dry and very cold.

something...

Calvin didn't know the language to sum it up, but it exists.

And it was crawling along the part of the body where Calvin's skin was in contact... Then, it seemed to be entangled with Calvin's nerves.

At this moment, Calvin felt that his soul seemed to be pulled tightly by something, and that thing was chaotic and crazy, almost without any clear consciousness.

All the language and external images it displays are just superficial camouflage, and its core is only evil like the abyss...

And longing.

It longs for Calvin.

……

Until a long time later, Calvin could not recall what happened at this moment.

The last thing imprinted in his memory was the sharp pain that exploded in his back, and his mind went blank.

Indistinctly, a burst of white light enveloped his field of vision...

And when he regained consciousness, he was lying on the ground with the body directly above him - it was hanging from the ceiling in a very strange way.

Just like in a horror movie, its back was stuck to the ceiling, its limbs were hanging limply, and it wailed from the deformed and swollen head.

"Woooooooooooo..."

Calvin stared blankly above himself, his thoughts still in turmoil.

He didn't know what happened, but the moment he thought about it, the invisible force acting on the corpse suddenly disappeared.

The body came down hard.

"boom--"

Seeing that Calvin was about to be hit by that corpse...

Someone rushed out and kicked the corpse away heavily.

The corpse fell on the wall with a muffled sound, and some black-red liquid spewed out.

And Calvin felt that he was being hugged firmly. It was a strong and powerful young man with a very faint citrus aroma.

He blinked slowly.

In the sea-like turbulent rancid smell, the citrus fragrance on the other party's body was unexpectedly vivid.

This aroma was the key that opened the floodgate that Calvin had closed tightly due to excessive fright.

It was at this moment that the air, temperature, light and shadow... the real world slowly returned to Calvin's perception.

Calvin thought of orange juice, followed by sandwiches, a slightly funny apron was wrapped around the man, and the man was staring into his green eyes, with a calm and docile expression...

Countless fragments slipped into Calvin's thoughts, and his body trembled unconsciously...

"Histus!"

Calvin yelled tremblingly in the other's arms, he felt as if he had just had a near-death experience.

He was terribly weak, but he couldn't help but feel secure.

Histu lifted the limp Calvin from the ground, and after confirming that the latter could stand still, he lowered his head and smiled softly at the pale Calvin.

Even in the face of such a situation, he didn't show any anxiety or fear.Even his expression was still docile, and the calmness in his eyes comforted Calvin greatly.

If it wasn't for the corpse in the corridor, Calvin suspected that he might have kissed Histu's lips directly and dragged him to the bed to have sex.

Never before had he been so full of emotion for a person as he was now.

Perhaps from Histu's point of view, he just realized that there was something wrong with rushing up to the second floor and kicking a walking corpse that did not conform to the logic of reality away from Calvin's side, but from Calvin's point of view—he kicked himself away from Calvin's side. dragged out of hell.

Of course, even when he finally came to his senses, Calvin still had to face reality.

The scenario of "waking up from a nightmare and all the horrible monsters disappearing" that he imagined didn't happen.

In front of Xistu, the corpse that should have appeared in a Hollywood movie was still there.

It broke its own neck in the impact just now, but since the broken thoracic spine didn't cause it any trouble, the broken cervical spine obviously didn't hinder its movement too much—in fact, the loss of bones It squirmed even more disgustingly than before.

Histu covered Calvin, he stared at the ball on the ground, and then frowned slightly, as if a professional housekeeper finally saw the stain that was difficult to clean.

One of his hands was on Calvin's shoulder, which he hid behind his back.

When the corpse took a step closer, he slowly covered Calvin and took a step back.

"What the hell is this—"

Calvin leaned tightly on Histu's back (before this he had never thought that the back of this body would be so broad), and he looked at the scene in front of him with a pale face.Although he was still a little confused about the window frame, he had completely calmed down with Xistu's company.His gaze then fell not far away—his table knife was still on the ground.

According to the logic of general Hollywood movies, maybe the disgusting thing will stop after piercing the opponent's brain.

Calvin thought desperately in his heart.

He also didn't expect that one day he would deal with the troubles he was facing in accordance with the logic of "Hollywood movies".

Even this trouble looks very Hollywood...

Histu noticed Calvin's gaze. Although he didn't have any verbal communication, he seemed to be able to read Calvin's heart. He noticed Calvin's plan and shook his head.

He made a quick gesture.

【Hide, I will take care of everything. 】

Before Calvin could react, he suddenly turned sideways, pulled open a door forcefully, and pushed Calvin in.

It turned out that Histu had been paying attention to the surrounding environment while retreating cautiously just now. He pushed to the side of Calvin's former bedroom on the second floor, pushed Calvin into the room and closed the door, and then faced the Hollywood level by himself. weird corpse.

"boom--"

Watching the door of the bedroom slammed against his nose, Calvin only took half a second to think through everything.

Subconsciously, he wanted to open the door and rush out again, but was very surprised to find that the door was locked as if it was cast iron - but he swore that he remembered correctly, there was no such thing on this door. A lock that can withstand his flying kicks.

"Oh fuck—"

Shaking the doorknob, Calvin let out a distraught expletive.

Well, maybe this night is destined to be a magical night.

Since he could see a walking and talking corpse with an old-fashioned tape player in his chest on the second floor of the villa, it is normal that the door of his bedroom could not be opened after it was closed one thing.

And through the wooden door, Calvin heard a few violent impacts and cracks (God bless those garbage watercolor paintings in the corridor), but soon, the sound gradually became indistinct.

"Histu?!"

Calvin knocked on the door and shouted worriedly.

Of course, Histu did not respond to him.

And that corpse...well, Calvin genuinely didn't expect any sound from that corpse.

"Damn dammit dam—"

Calvin paced the room very restlessly.

The feeling of impatience but powerlessness was going to drive him crazy.

It's not that he didn't want to calm himself down, but he couldn't do it at all.

Because everything he encountered this night was so crazy.

Calvin rummaged around in the bedroom, trying to find a handy weapon, but the room that had been cleaned by Histu was terribly clean, and he found nothing.

Finally, his eyes settled on the bedside table, where stood a brass desk lamp.

And just when Calvin was trying to separate the heavy base of the lamp from the obstructing silk lampshade.

Someone knocked on the bedroom door.

Calvin's movements stopped, and his heart beat like a beating.

He held his breath, tightly clenched the lamp in his hand, and then tiptoed towards the door.

"Calvin?"

A familiar call came from outside the door.

It was Virgil's voice.

"Oh, my God..."

Calvin almost lost his strength directly.

He subconsciously put his hand on the doorknob and pressed it down—the door, which was firmly locked a few minutes ago, was pulled open smoothly at this moment.