[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

It's not really a question of whether I'm willing to lose face and admit that I passed out from shock, but that it doesn't feel like it.

Although I was really taken aback when I turned my head and saw the ghost's face, but I was not about to faint.What really made me lose consciousness was the sharp pain that came suddenly, as if something was about to force its way into my brain.

It was probably because of this pain that I collapsed in front of my eyes.

But my consciousness has not completely disappeared.I couldn't move my limbs, but my head was still tormented by the severe pain, and there was no way to break free.It hurt for a while, but the pain suddenly disappeared.

There is chaos in my head, not to mention fully awake, but I can feel that time is passing.

I don't know who that ghost really is, and... what will he do to me?

After a long, long time, it seemed as if I had experienced the deepest nightmare before I really woke up.It was like the process of just being taken out of the emergency freezer to thaw out. At the beginning, it was the fingers, but in the end, the whole body could move, and the darkness in front of my eyes gradually showed the outline of things.

I stood up on the ground.Strangely enough, my body moved very freely, without any sense of powerlessness that I had just woken up from a coma, and I was even more flexible than before.

I looked around, and I was still in the corridor of the hospital, but someone moved me to a nest.From the looks of it, it was the interior of the corridor where the ghost was seen before.

But not quite the same.It used to be just some slightly dim lights, but now it has turned into a strange blue color.And it seems that the contact is bad, flickering, making the atmosphere here even more terrifying.

I swallowed my saliva, and at this moment, a heart-piercing scream suddenly came from a door next to me.

"Who is it?!" I was terrified by the cry, and subconsciously turned around.The door was closed tightly, and I didn't have the courage to go forward and push it open.

I turned my head and looked around again, and I was the only one here.

"Heather!—Heather! Where are you?!" I put my hands to my mouth and yelled, wondering what was wrong with her.I didn't want to spend any more time, I just wanted to find Heather immediately and run away.

However, there was no response to my voice other than swaying back and forth in the corridor.

where did she go !And, who the hell got me here?

I almost wanted to yell hysterically, to yell out all my feelings of having nowhere to vent.

I can't stand it, and I don't want to.I turned my head and was about to run out of the corridor, but unexpectedly, that ghost suddenly appeared in front of my eyes out of thin air.

This time I wasn't too frightened, just stunned for a moment.But after I really saw his face clearly, my whole body went numb.

I really can't confirm whether the person in front of me is a person, a ghost, or some other kind.His complexion was a lifeless cool color, so pale that it was impossible to imagine that there was still blood flowing underneath.

It's fine if it's just that.However, the jacket he was wearing was open, and most of his body was covered with severe burn scars, and his face was no exception.Even under the shadow of the hood, the hideous scar on his forehead that looked like he had been cut open and stitched up was clearly visible.

Those eyes, which were so pale that they almost melted into the whites of the eyes, leaving only black pupils, were staring at me coldly.

These observations lasted only for a moment, and then, in a quick reaction, I pulled out my pistol and shot him.

But the speed at which he disappeared was even faster than a bullet.The bullet hit the wall, and he reappeared in front of me again.

"It's useless." He said in a low voice, "Instead of doing this, it's better to calm down and have a good talk."

I was already reaching for my fire axe, but the hand froze again at what he said, and finally withdrew it.

"Where is this place?" I calmed myself down and adopted a negotiating tone, but the hands that kept tugging at the hem of my clothes still revealed my inner anxiety.Especially, especially when we were talking, there were still screams coming from inside the door.Every time I thought that the cry would stop, there was always a more heart-piercing sound to dispel my thoughts.

And that cry, I have heard it.

But those things, I never want to recall.

"If you're talking about where we stand, this is the fourth floor of the hospital, the psychiatric department." His voice was always low, with no ups and downs, "But, I still want to tell you that this is your inner world , deep in your mind."

"I..." I didn't know how to continue this mysterious topic, "my subconscious?"

He raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch my chest, but after I flinched, he didn't move: "No, it's not that deep, but it's very close."

He could see what I wanted to ask, and said directly: "You don't have to worry about Aretha. She is still where she should be. In other words, there are only two of us here."

Just the two of us?But the screams from the room next to it were more piercing than the last.The one in front of him seemed to have never heard it. "So, who is that then?" I glanced at the closed door, and I could still feel my throat trembling slightly when I said these words.

He stood motionless, but those cold eyes, like ice picks, could penetrate my heart without hesitation.

"What's in there, do you need to ask someone else? Xavier?"

And his words were colder than his eyes.

For a moment, it was as if my soul had left my body, and I was left with a cold body that could be seen through.

He didn't make any movement, but his eyes and his words made me walk to the door in a strange way.When I reached out to push the door open, the person behind me suddenly spoke again:

"As I said, this is the depths of your heart.

"Everything here is buried by yourself."

Yes, I knew from the beginning what was in that door.

But in the past, I never thought about facing it.

For those fearful things, I just want to bury them in my heart from the beginning, lest I find out.

But those things, not rotting corpses.It just disappears slowly in unknown places.They germinate, grow, and eventually become even greater fears.

Silent Hill was born out of this.In the end, I still can't escape and have to face the fate of these things.

I pushed open the door.

In the dark consultation room, the fat man, the volunteer in the orphanage, the fat man who tried to rape me was tied to a chair.The complicated treatment equipment next to him surrounded him, emitting a clear electrical sound, which was covered by his screams.

If I hadn't seen that little boy next to the director of the orphanage whose eyebrows and eyes are no longer familiar, I would have suspected that when I passed through this door just now, I had traveled to more than ten years ago.

"Why did you bring me to see this?" The little boy, no, it should be said that Xavier Jackson Jr. tried to cower behind the dean, not wanting to see the scene in front of him.The panic and fear in his eyes made me want to rush up and pull him away.

But no one did it then, and I can't do it now.There is no way to change everything that has happened to me.

I seem to be transparent, no one has noticed my existence, I just review my own experience as a bystander.The dean held his shoulder in relief: "It's okay, the bad guys have been arrested, and they will get the punishment they deserve."

Little Xavier looked a little dull, shaking his head without nodding.I know that he will be like this for a long time to come, and from now on, he will always resist same-sex intimacy.

At this moment, the doctor walked over from nowhere.Under the gloomy light, his eyes were white, and his eyes could not be seen.Little Xavier, and even me, subconsciously took half a step back the moment they saw him.

"How?" The dean turned his head and asked.

The doctor pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Because of his mental illness, we decided to give him electroshock therapy. According to your description and police records, his behavior shows obvious homosexual tendencies."

At this time, the dean looked at "me" worriedly, he was probably afraid that what the doctor would say would stimulate "me".But the doctor continued on indifferently: "So we used click therapy to suppress his physiological response to the same sex."

The man strapped to the treatment chair was howling at the top of his lungs.I didn't quite understand it when I was a child, but now I can fully understand it.In front of him, a film about same-sex sex was shown, and as soon as he had a physiological reaction, he would immediately receive an electric shock.

I don't need to look at his distorted expression to be terrified, but I can feel how painful he is.And the sound of the electric current also made me miserable, as if the electric shock also hit me.

I don't want to experience this feeling again.

At this moment, the doctor's eyes seemed to have finally noticed "I" behind the dean.His expression made me unable to figure out whether he was joking or serious. Even now, when I see it, I still can’t figure it out:

"He went through those things, I don't know if he will be infected." The doctor said slowly, "Or else, give him a check?"

The "I" who had been dull just now suddenly let out a scream. "I" clutched my head in agony.Until the dean quickly supported my shoulders, the nurse next to me also ran over to comfort me:

"Don't be afraid, Xavier."

I watched all this happen again before my eyes, without noticing that the ghostly man suddenly appeared beside me.

"Now you believe it? This is your heart. Your fear grows from here. What you have to face must also start from here."

He whispered softly next to my ear, and the things in front of my eyes began to change again.

The me I was when I was a child turned around suddenly, rushed towards me, and disappeared the moment it touched my body.

It was as if he had melted into me.And when I looked up, the dean, doctors, and nurses all disappeared.

Only the fat man who was shocked was left.Under the bleak light, it began to swell, and even broke the hospital gown.The texture of the skin also became rough and weird, and the wires of those devices, growing like vines, burrowed into its body, forcing it to howl even more terrifyingly.

"Go." The ghostly man whispered, and then disappeared.

I nodded, gripping the fire ax tightly in my hand.I stared intently at the newly born fat monster in front of me, watched him tear off the tangled wires, get out of bed and walk towards me.

The author has something to say: Good evening~