deformed bone

When Red Deer arrived at the restaurant, what he saw was a messy kitchen.

The refrigerator was overturned, and the motor in the iron box made an abnormal roar after being toppled over. Next to the refrigerator, several drawers containing tableware were pulled down and smashed to the ground. High-grade bone china plates, gold-plated knives and forks , walnut made of pepper shakers and salt shakers, and hand-carved crystal dishes... Those expensive tableware have now become part of the wreckage that covered the ground.Calvin leaned against the island-shaped counter with a pale face.

After noticing the sound of Red Deer's footsteps, he turned his head abruptly—the moment he saw Calvin, Red Deer almost thought Calvin was crying.

Of course, that's just an illusion.

Calvin just shed a lot of cold sweat, and his expression was extremely fierce.

"Calvin..."

Red Deer's eyes flickered for a moment, he quickly put on the mask of "Reed" and walked towards Calvin, but the moment he stepped into the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks.

The temperature in this area is much lower than that on the stairs.Calvin, who was emotionally agitated, didn't notice it, but the red deer immediately felt the change in the light that permeated the room, as if sinking into a lake of sewage, coming in from the clean and bright window The light was dyed a light cyan, and they became cloudy and heavy. Even taking a big breath would give people a sense of suffocation.

Red Deer looked intently at the refrigerator.

The refrigerator had tipped over to reveal the wall behind it, which was empty except for a small ecru oval mark.

It looks like someone accidentally wiped a mark on the wall with a dusty palm—of course, it can also be understood as a skinny girl who kept hitting the wall with her forehead stains left behind.

An indescribable sound trembled in the air. It sounded a bit like the kind of harsh and sharp white noise that was circulated on the Internet to test how old your hearing age is.

And that sound came from that circular trace.

"Feel sorry--"

Calvin raised his head, and he spoke slowly, trying to suppress the trembling in his voice.

"I think there's something wrong with your fridge...maybe something supernatural or maybe I'm really crazy..."

"Yes, there is something here."

Red Deer, oh, I should call him Reed now, said calmly.

He stepped over the debris on the ground to the wall, and then he used his body to block between Calvin and the stain.

He didn't want Calvin to see the smudge as it was now—it was gradually deforming, deforming, like a bug wriggling under the wallpaper trying to break free.

That hazel color turned into two bloodless lips, and then the jagged teeth, and behind the yellowed teeth was a deep black throat, and the piercing (for red deer only) scream was just now. It came from the throat that gave off the stench and blood.

Red Deer turned slightly and picked up a small silver butter knife from his feet.

He stabbed the table knife into the blackened gums of that mouth with no expression on his face, "poof", the hard blade easily pierced into the rotten soft cotton-like gums.

"Slap", "Slap", "Slap"...

The slender tooth roots were pried out from the meat and fell to the ground one after another.

The moment they touched the floor, they turned into a few drops of viscous, asphalt-like black unknown matter.

A strange sulfur-like smell permeated the air.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

When the red deer walked away from the wall, there was no other trace on the wall except a few marks made by the table knife.

"I have good news and bad news for you."

Reed clapped his hands and turned to face Calvin.

"The good news is you're not crazy, the bad news is it's really power time—"

Calvin's eyes stayed on the few drops of black viscous liquid for a moment, and his expression looked a little weird.

"What's that?" He couldn't help asking, his voice was a little funny because of the tightness of his vocal cords.

Reed kicked away the corpse fragments of the once expensive porcelain and walked up to Calvin. He stretched out his hand towards Calvin and pulled Calvin up from the ground.He struggled a little, for Calvin could hardly do so.Through the skin, Reed could clearly feel the pulse on Calvin's wrist, the blood vessels were beating lively, but Calvin's fingers were as cold as ice.

Reed put on that concerned look (and made sure it was just right for Calvin to see), and he poked Calvin's forehead.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

Calvin shook his head stiffly, his gaze crossed Reid's shoulder, still staying where the previous stain was.

"What did you do just now? Those black things..."

"It's just a few residues, don't be afraid." Reed interrupted him, "...it's hard to explain, you can understand them as the blood of the soul." Or the shadow of the door.

Of course the lovely Reed will not tell Calvin the second half of his speech.

"That's a little girl..." Calvin whispered after a moment of silence, he looked like he could be described as "shaky", "I think I probably know her, maybe..."

That girl was probably Isa, Calvin thought, but he really couldn't be sure—he didn't even see the girl's full face, and when that face was turned all the way around, the only thing he could see was the girl. Bloodshot eyes.The eyeballs looked as if they were about to roll out of the eye sockets, hidden in the gaps between strands of messy hair that was stained dark brown by blood.

Those are not human eyes, at least not living human eyes.

The cloudy irises looked at Calvin emotionlessly like white glass beads rubbed against fur.Several streams of blood poured out from his forehead, cutting the exposed bluish-white skin into many pieces like a red knife.

She spoke.

"The man in the mirror is black don't trust him he will eat your heart and brain is where the soul lives."

"Isa?"

"The end result is holding hands flat track train roaring."

"...is...is that you?"

"Blood and wings are important."

"..."

Calvin was completely speechless at the time, and the rationality he had accumulated was exhausted in the first few questions.

He felt that he was going crazy, not because of the appearance of that ghost (after all, various 3D technologies in current horror movies can create a much scarier image than that girl), but because of the phantom body There is a certain breath emanating from it, that strong malice and evil that bursts out of the illogical sentence.

Calvin thought he could smell Daniel.

That night, years ago, when he smashed Daniel's skull to pieces with the statue, the sweet scent of the man's brain mixed with the gushing blood.

"...Run, run, Yila!"

These were the last words the girl said.

The moment he heard "Ire", Calvin felt that the thing called reason in his body was completely shattered.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself sitting among the ruins of tableware and decorations, and his body felt exhausted due to excessive exertion.

Calvin soon found that his legs were so weak that he could barely stand, and finally Reed hugged him forcefully and carried him up to the second-floor room.Reed closed the door with his feet, and carefully placed Calvin on the bed.

"You need to rest, you're terrified - btw having a fucking paranormal event like this is like getting a little blood drawn unprepared, there's probably something in it that science can't detect Rays or particles, under its influence you'd probably feel weak, and depressed, distracted—"

"Sounds like too much weed..."

Calvin muttered.

Reed burst out laughing. He sat by Calvin's bed and touched the wound on Calvin's back through the fabric.

"Trust me, marijuana is a lot cuter than those nasty superpower incidents. I hope it doesn't make your condition worse... Oh sure, it's just a futile hope. How are you feeling now?"

Calvin shook his head.

"It's all right," he said.

Reed raised one eyebrow; "Look, this is the damn worsening of the disease, you have lost the sense of limbs." He withdrew his hand and showed Calvin the palm of his hand.There was a small spot of blood on the palm of his hand.

Calvin blinked.

Before Reed reminded him, he hadn't felt anything yet, but after seeing the bloodstain, dizziness and nausea jumped up in Calvin's body like a dozing student being woken up by a teacher.

Calvin's vision began to tremble, like a precursor to fainting, but now is obviously not a good time to faint.

"I wonder if that ghost has anything to do with me...if it's really a girl I know...does it prove she's got something..."

Calvin gritted his teeth and said word by word.

The sense of uneasiness that was so intense that it was about to turn into a real dagger was probably the only reason why he was able to stay awake now.

Reed shook his head.

"Oh, don't worry baby, I'm sure she's fine, but things like the one you saw...that kind of form are available to living people."

He pressed Calvin's chest with his hands, and flexibly unbuttoned Calvin's clothes with his fingertips.

Calvin reflexively wanted to stop him, but Reed grabbed the ointment on the bedside table and shook it in front of Calvin's eyes.

"For God's sake, I really don't care about your mental disorders, anyway, let me give you medicine! I promise you with my life, this will be the best way to deal with those two wounds on your back The best solution!"

Calvin was silent for a moment, then he slowly let go of Reed's hand.

Reed quickly took off Calvin's clothes... The latter's body was trembling slightly during the process.

"I... I thought only ghosts were the spirits of the dead."

Maybe it's to escape, maybe it's just pure doubt.Calvin turned his head away from Reed's eyes, and he asked stiffly.

"...What you see is not a ghost, it's a soul. In layman's terms, it's a strong emotional projection—human brainwaves are concretized in reality after being strongly stimulated." Reed's hand was on Calvin's back Rubbing "...God knows why that thing is in the back of my fridge, it's honestly kind of fucking gross."