I patted Jessica on the shoulder and told her that there shouldn't be any problems here, and if the weird atmosphere was gone, then there's probably someone who has done a makeover here since we last visited.

But if you think about it, what kind of person would have done such a thing? Thinking of the strange statements of those managers when I entered the door just now, I couldn't help but wonder even more, was what they said true or false?

They told us that this haunted house opened just yesterday, but the last time we were here it was definitely not yesterday, I was at the Toronto Raptors home game yesterday, but if they were telling the truth, then it meant that there was another group of people they didn't know before that who pretended to be the haunted house that the management of the haunted house had opened some time in advance, and their actions were not detected by the current managers.

Thinking of this, I took Jessica's hand and led her to the second floor.

Jessica didn't ask me much when she saw that my eyes were very determined, but followed me back onto the creaking staircase.

When we got up to the second floor, there were some subtle changes in the scene from when we had arrived, but I was very keenly aware of the changes.

One of the changes is that the positions of the portraits that were originally placed on both sides of the corridor have changed, because what happened when I last came here left such a deep impression on me that I often relive that experience in my mind or in my dreams when I go back, so I am particularly impressed by these portraits, and I can even see the change in the position between them.

"Do you see something wrong?" Jessica looked at me with a change in her eyes and asked me.

"I'm sure the portraits in this corridor have been moved by people, and they don't move at random, but they should have moved very regularly according to some principle."

"Can you even see that?" A look of incredulity appeared on Jessica's face.

"I can tell you with great certainty that yes, the location of these portraits appears repeatedly in my dreams, so it must represent something important, let me see which portraits have been moved."

"Well, the portraits here should be painted of people who have lived in this manor, because some people's appearances also appear in the black and white group photo in the study, but not everyone can find it in it, maybe this is the portrait of several generations." I went on to analyze.

When I gently touched the portraits with my hand, a strange feeling appeared in my mind, as if they were alive.

I tried hard to get these horrible thoughts out of my mind, but it was clear that I couldn't control them on my own willpower.

Just as the memories of my past life are now chaotically intertwined with some of Bryant's memories of this life, I can't even handle the problem, and more old memories of the manor rush into my mind like slides, which gradually enrich each time I touch a portrait of a person.

I began to see some of the things that had happened in the manor from the first perspective of different characters, but there were so many of them that I felt so tired that I wanted to close my eyes and sleep.

When I woke up again, I saw Jessica crouching in front of me in horror, and I was sitting sideways on the old floor, which was almost spotless despite its age, and it was hard to imagine anyone being able to completely clean the fine dust from the splintered wood chips.

"How long have I been asleep?" I touched my still sore head and asked Jessica.

"You've been asleep for about ten minutes, I've been trying to wake you up, but it's like you've been in a very deep dream, and you're just trying to say something I don't understand, but I can't wake you up."

"Is it only ten minutes? But I felt like I had slept all day, and I had been through at least ten people's lives, and it was terrible, and the secrets buried in this manor were terrible! ”

"You must be psychic, the spirits who were originally attached to these portraits told you about their experiences in this way, but why, why are they still trapped in this manor?"

"Maybe it's like those magic movies, there is a very evil guy who has committed unspeakable horrific crimes in this manor, and trapped the souls of the victims in some objects in this manor forever, I can only see a part of the memories of these people, and each of them has a very important part of the memory that has been forcibly sealed, whenever I seem to be about to enter this part of that person's memory, There was an even greater force that pulled me away from the memory of another person. ”

"So this evil force is still acting on these poor souls, not only keeping them from resting, but also blocking their way to seek outside help, but will this evil force attack us directly?"

Jessica suddenly plunged her head into my arms, which surprised me a little, her cute appearance made me can't bear to lift her head, but soon she was back to normal, but there were a few tears in the corners of her eyes.

"We may have no choice, and when we first entered this haunted house, we already had some kind of mysterious connection to this haunted house, so that even if I left here, flying tens of thousands of feet in the air, thousands of kilometers away from Los Angeles, I couldn't escape its effect on me, so unless the situation here is completely resolved, this matter will definitely continue to haunt us deeply."

"By the way, the last time we found out that the staircase leading to the third floor was destroyed, and the staircase was intact in your later dream, so let's take a look now, maybe the staircase will really be restored like in your dream."

I nodded heavily and stood up, but fortunately this body was strong enough, except for the head and a little drowsy, the other aspects felt quite good.

We strode forward, taking a look at the rooms as we passed, and I found that the door of the study where we had last found the ancient papers had been completely nailed, and no matter how hard I tried to push it, even with my foot, there was no movement, as if there was a huge, heavy cabinet behind it.

Maybe there's a chance if Shaq tries it, I can't help but shake my head when I think about it, I wonder how Shaq would react if this kind of thing happened to him.

The other rooms were still as tightly closed as the last time we came, and I didn't have to kick the door door after room, and I didn't think that would make any difference.

Finally we came to the staircase leading to the third floor, which had been destroyed before, and it appeared in front of us as if by magic, and even when we walked up, it did not make the same creaking sound as when we came up from the first floor, but this made me even more uneasy, and felt that the staircase under my feet seemed more and more unreal, and I was afraid that it might disappear out of thin air at any time.

Thankfully, that didn't happen, and the third floor didn't look much different than dirtier and more shabby, but it looked more like a room that had been vacant for at least a few decades, with a strong musty smell on the pavement and cobwebs everywhere that made it difficult for us to move forward.

Jessica and I stood in front of the stairs and didn't go forward, the situation in front of us was much more than we expected, originally I thought that the third floor was not how big, but at least it should not be much smaller than the second floor, but the situation in front of us was that only one room door appeared in our sight on the entire third floor, and the rest of the place was full of some dilapidated debris.

Jessica and I both stared at the strange-looking door in front of us, and we didn't have the courage to walk past it, not because I was really afraid of the door itself, but because the environment in which it existed and the special feeling it gave people was really not quite right.

"Are we going to open that door? Will the answer be behind that door? ”

Jessica's voice was so small that maybe only she could hear it clearly, I didn't answer her, and my mind couldn't help but turn upside down, and the memories of the many people poured into my mind again, only this time they were faster and more chaotic, and they were all talking the same thing together.

"Open that door!"

"Open that door!"

"Hurry up and open that door!"

"We're going out!"

"Hurry up!"

"Hurry up!"

"Let us out!"

Eventually, I grabbed Jessica's body tightly and hugged her tightly in my arms, perhaps she was also frightened by my sudden behavior.

Without much explanation, I took her hand and ran down the stairs, I was a little too fast and almost pulled Jessica to the ground, but I couldn't care about it that much.

We had barely taken a few steps out of the staircase when there was an eerie laugh behind us, the same shrill sound we had heard the last time, and it was here again.

And when we looked more closely at the staircase, we found that there was still a staircase that led to the third floor, and everything was still the same as we saw last time.

Jessica's backs and I both trembled involuntarily, and I didn't care about saying anything more, and continued to pull Jessica towards the outside of the haunted house.

When we finally ran out of the door of the haunted house, we found that the staff who had received us in the door had long since disappeared, and even the administrator's office where they had stayed had become a very dilapidated little black room, and it seemed that no one had stayed in this small black room for a long time.

Jessica and I fled here for our lives, a little worried about her mental state, and I stayed with her all afternoon, but the words that came out of her mouth became less and less, and her eyes became cloudy from time to time, and I didn't know what to do, so I drove her home.

Jessica was the only one living in her large home at this time, and her parents were supposed to be traveling overseas at this time of year, in fact, her parents traveled around the world for most of the year, which was already the case when Jessica was very young.

I made her a cup of hot coffee, and even then her body was still shaking, which made me feel a little scared, and I couldn't think rationally about what had happened today.

However, I didn't have any more options, and tomorrow I still had to give my all to face the next game against the Eagles, and I slept on the couch in Jessica's living room all night, and nothing more terrible happened, she slept very hard, and I left Jessica's house early the next morning.

It's also strange to say that the memories of the haunted house that haunted me disappeared for a while, and never reappeared, but I haven't forgotten what happened there, and maybe one day in the future, the terrible memories that those people experienced will reappear in my mind.

We'll have to wait until tomorrow after the game against the Eagles, maybe I'll have to find some time to go with Jessica to the psychic medium, and maybe find a way out of it completely.