That's a candle.

There is also a candlestick glued to the bottom.

He gritted his teeth and groped his way forward with the candlestick.

Since there is a candlestick, there should be matches nearby.

With the light, his situation will no longer be so passive.

In the same way, being able to see objects and being in the range of light can also strengthen courage.

Cautiously leaning over, groping with only his free hand, he soon came across a cabinet.

He stood up and groped his way up to the top drawer of the cabinet.

After placing the candlestick on the top of the cabinet, he reached for the drawer.

He carefully pulled it out without making the slightest sound.

After pulling most of the drawer out, he reached in and smeared it for the matchbox.

Although invisible, matchboxes can still be distinguished by touch alone.

Generally speaking, where there is a candlestick, there will always be a match around the place where it is placed.

Either it was placed on top of the cabinet with the candlestick, or it was placed in the drawer closest to the top of the cabinet.

So, he quickly found a square object that appeared to be a matchbox.

When he tried to push the edge, he managed to feel that "sense of movement".

So he took it out, then took a small stick from it, took the side that did not have a protrusion at the end, and then pressed the other end against the rough side of the matchbox, and slid it hard.

"Snort".

A small spark appeared in the darkness.

As if he were caring for the most beautiful treasure in the world, he gently covered the flickering flame with his other hand, and then used it to light the candlestick on the top of the cabinet.

The fire got a little brighter.

He blew out the flames from the match, carefully tucked the matchbox into his coat pocket, and then reached out to hold the candlestick.

He held the candlestick carefully, turned cautiously, and looked behind him very uneasily.

He saw the room faintly lit by candlelight.

It seems to be a bedroom.

Because he saw a broken bed not far away.

On the opposite side of the bed, there is also a dresser that is relatively intact, but the mirror above it has been torn apart.

Further alongside, there was a closed door.

Maybe it's going to be a bathroom or something.

He continued to look around.

Perhaps because of the light, his heart was finally more steady, and he dared to walk around in this room.

So, he also found that the floor of this room was very messy.

Waste paper balls, shredded pieces of paper, shredded wood blocks......

By the candlelight, he carefully avoided the noises that might attract the "things" outside, and walked towards what appeared to be a window in the room.

There it was next to that bed.

Obscured by a thick bed curtain.

He walked over slowly.

Then he passed through the closed door.

"Squeak-"

When he walked through that door.

A tooth-aching sound rang out.

His body froze.

He turned his head back mechanically and paused.

I saw the bathroom door open with a palm-wide crack open.

There was darkness in the crack in the door.

Even if he had a lit candle.

It doesn't seem to be able to light up the inside either.

He turned abruptly and took a few steps back in horror, looking at the bathroom door with a horrified expression.

He suddenly remembered something.

Before, others said that the fifth person outside was actually a statue.

Then that means ......

Actually, the sixth man.

It's been in this room all along.

I've been with him all the time.

He swallowed, his mind almost completely lost.

But it always seems that there is a force that maintains the last string of reason and does not let it break completely.

He glanced at the candle burning with a steady flame in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly walked towards the bathroom door.

Behind him was the dresser.

His figure was reflected in the broken mirror.

But it's a pair of hands down.

His own figure staring at his back.

He finally came to the bathroom door, tremblingly stretched out his right hand, which was not holding the candlestick, and pushed the half-hidden door completely open.

"Squeak-"

Candlelight suddenly filled the dark bathroom.

Inside......

Nothing.

Only ordinary bathroom items.

He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced back.

Everything works fine.

So he stepped into the bathroom.

A large mirror.

A bathtub covered by a shower curtain.

and other shelves and cabinets for things.

He walked all the way into the depths of the bathroom.

After looking around for a moment, his gaze fell on the large mirror next to him.

Strange as it may seem, the rest of the bathroom is covered in a thin layer of dust, but the huge mirror is not only dust-free, but also as clean as new.

His figure is clearly reflected in it.

Immediately afterward, his body also turned.

Then he held the candle and leaned closer to the mirror.

At this moment, the bathroom door suddenly closed with a "bang".

Immediately afterward, the candle flame danced violently a few times, and then quietly extinguished.

The bathroom was plunged into darkness.

He hurriedly pulled out the box of matches in his pocket.

In a panic, the candlestick "ping-pong" fell to the ground.

But the match was lit with great difficulty.

The bathroom is lit up by a faint glow.

But more often than not, there is a blur between light and darkness.

He immediately crouched down again to pick up the candlestick.

But as he crouched down, the match went out again.

He hurriedly lit one again, and while the flame was not extinguished, he quickly picked up the candlestick and placed it on the washstand in front of the mirror.

The flame went out again, as if someone had been blowing beside him.

But this time, he was quick to light a match, and then succeeded in lighting the candle.

It's just that the flame on the candle is small.

So small that it seems to go out in the next moment.

The light of the candle was faint as a result, illuminating only a small patch around him.

He gasped for breath, his gaze falling on his own frightened face in the mirror.

The candlelight dimmed again.

In a trance, he seemed to see something.

It's like an eye with an eerie blue light.

It was like a pair of scarlet eyes.

Then a name blurted out.

“BloodyMary……”

When the name was pronounced by him with a jerky accent.

It's as if everything has become different.

He woke up in shock, took a half step back, his chest heaving violently, and looked at the mirror in front of him in disbelief.

It was at this time that he saw behind himself in the mirror.

There is a shower curtain.

Inside the shower curtain is a bathtub.

It's just as if a black shadow was lying inside.

He looked back in disbelief, but saw nothing.

Just look in the mirror again.

A rotting and bloodied woman was watching him silently.

Just behind him.

He didn't have time to make any sound.

It was a pair of cold hands that covered his cheeks.

With a look of horror in his eyes, a face full of horror.

He was dragged into the bathtub behind him.

"Wow".

The shower curtain closed.

The candlelight was extinguished.

Just before it goes out.

In the mirror, a dark figure is lying in the bathtub.