The room we entered was supposed to be a master's study, and the furnishings were mainly made of black and brown solid wood, and it could be seen that the room had been carefully cleaned and cleaned, but it was really a little unbelievably clean.

Behind the desk hung a huge deer head, with yellowed papers neatly placed on the desk, and a black-and-white photograph of about a dozen people, all dressed in clothes typical of the early 20th century.

"I feel like everything here has been sealed here by the old man of time, and it's really the most interesting haunted house I've ever seen."

Jessica said to me curiously, flipping through the papers on the desk.

I also looked at the documents she had flipped through, and found that they were quite peculiar, most of them in the form of a diary record of the life of the owner of the house, which was built by his grandfather's generation, during the years of the gold rush in the West, and his grandfather used the wealth obtained from the gold rush to build the estate.

I was fascinated by these records, and began to take a serious look with Jessica, the owner of the house, whose family had lived happily in the manor for most of the time, but then something terrible happened, and the otherwise happy and peaceful family was torn apart.

I quickly flipped through the records, and found that there were many black-and-white photographs and some scribbled notes in the following sections, which gave the impression that they had been written in a state of panic and anxiety, in stark contrast to the neat writing in the previous part of the records.

At this time, the light that was originally on in this room dimmed at some point, it did not dim all at once, but flickered and dimmed, and gradually became dim and dull.

Finally the whole room fell into darkness, Jessica hugged my waist tightly, and I gently patted her on the back to comfort her, telling her not to be too afraid, maybe it was just because the house was too old, so there was a problem with the aging power cord.

I turned the flashlight back on, and at this time I faintly heard a faint laugh, the laughter was very high-pitched, at first glance it sounded like a child's voice, but it was a bit like a woman's voice.

Jessica and I looked at each other, and it seemed that she had heard the sound as well, and we walked slowly out the door, and as we walked out of the door, the room behind us that had been dark suddenly lit up again, and the shrill laughter came to my ears again.

"I have to say that the people who made this haunted house are really very careful, not only are many details so realistic, but even the records look like they really came from more than 100 years ago."

"But do you really think it's all man-made? Is it possible that some supernatural power really exists in this manor? ”

Jessica came back to her senses a little from her fright, but I couldn't answer her question.

Then we walked down the hallway, the manor has a total of three floors, but the staircase leading to the third floor has been destroyed, I don't know if someone did it on purpose, but this makes the curiosity of both of us even more serious, and we all speculate about what will exist on the third floor, and what purpose they destroyed the staircase.

"Maybe they're trying to trap something horrible on the third floor, and they're doing it to protect the people who visit this haunted house."

"If your guess is true, then this haunted house is really very problematic, Jessica, you really can't remember how you learned about this haunted house?"

"Let me think about it, I seem to remember, I was driving at the time, and there was a note that looked like a leaflet floating in through the car window, and this note drew a very strange manor in black and white, and then the following was an introduction to this newly opened haunted house, and I was also very strange at the time, I had never seen a black and white page advertised."

"It seems that things are indeed a bit bizarre, when we walked over just now, were there a few rooms that the doors couldn't open, let's go back to the first floor first, we didn't take a serious look at some places before, now go and see maybe there will be some unexpected discoveries."

Jessica and I then went back to the first floor of the house, and this time as we walked down the creaky stairs we found another man and a woman just walking into the house.

It can be seen from the expressions on their faces, it is also the same as when we first came in, it is estimated that they were frightened by the strange atmosphere around us, even the man looked very scared, when they saw us walking down the stairs, they subconsciously retreated, could it be that Jessica and I were ghosts.

"No need to run, okay, we're not ghosts."

I shook my head and walked over, and the two of them seemed to see us clearly, and the look of fear on their faces had finally subsided.

"Are you Kobe? I haven't been to Staples to watch your game, but I watched the live broadcast of the draft, and you are really young. It would have been a mistake for West to pick you, but after watching your performance in a few games, I have to admit that you really have a lot of potential, and we at the Lakers haven't picked a rookie with that potential like you in years. ”

Although this guy spoke a bit directly, it was really useful to me, and I reached out to shake his hand in a friendly way, but this guy didn't know where to take out the black marker.

"Can you sign for me, on this jacket and this peak-billed hat, if I knew I could meet you today, I would definitely bring a basketball with me."

I smiled and signed his name on his coat and duckbill hat with a black marker, in fact, the memory formed by the reflex of the signature should also match the body like muscle memory, and now if I were asked to write the name of my previous life, I guess I would not be able to write it the same as my previous life, even if I remember how I wrote in my previous life, but my hand does not remember.

"By the way, is this your new girlfriend?"

The guy couldn't help but ask curiously when he saw Jessica, and just when I didn't know how to answer, he continued:

"She's so pretty, I think you're a good match, and I'm really lucky to have you here, but I'm still curious how you knew about this new haunted house."

"Well, actually, there's something in this haunted house."

Before I could finish my sentence, I felt Jessica pull at my clothes behind my back, and I turned to see her winking at me, and I didn't say anything thoughtfully, just smiled at the guy in the hat, and followed Jessica out of the door of the haunted house.

"Jessica, what's wrong with you?"

"That's not right with that man, I can't say it anyway, it's just a woman's sixth sense, I think we'd better get out of here as soon as possible."

"Alright, let's get out of here now."

Then I said goodbye to Jessica, and two hours later I was on a plane to Toronto, a city in southern Canada, where Jessica told me that she would be going to the Raptors' home court tomorrow to see me play, and that she wanted to test my eyesight and see if I could spot her in the crowd.

I smiled and said yes, and made a little bet with her that if I could find her before the match, then she would grant me a request, and if I didn't find her, then I would have to grant her a request, which sounds like a fair bet.

Time flies so fast, I can't help but feel a little emotional, the feeling of running between various cities in the NBA is not as easy as ordinary people imagine, in fact, in addition to the dozens of minutes of playing on the basketball court, professional basketball players have to pay hard work and energy off the court, and the physical consumption is very terrifying, if it is not for the physical fitness beyond ordinary people, I believe it will be difficult to persevere in the long season.

So now it seems that the players in the NBA league who can insist on high attendance for more than ten years are really terrifying, and most of the ordinary players have only three to five years in their careers, and even more than half of the players are eliminated after not even holding on for two years, which is not only the impact of their lack of level, but also in a sense the reason why it is difficult to adapt to the high-intensity games and extremely fast pace of life in the NBA.

However, the regular season has only just begun, and I decided to take advantage of this relatively relaxed time to take the time to learn about the culture of different cities and all kinds of interesting places, and if I really wait until I play the main team in the future, I may not have time to think about these things when I have to play the main team or even make the playoffs and the finals.

When I was on the plane, I still have the scene with Jessica in my mind from time to time, it is really beautiful, it makes me extremely relaxed, and even the experience of being in a haunted house is more like a dream than a nightmare for me, and when I fall asleep, I want to be able to relive this scene in my dream instead of being afraid of it.

In fact, when I fell asleep on the plane, I actually returned to the haunted house with the dream, only this time I was alone, and the staircase between the second and third floors was intact.

Faintly I saw a little man standing somewhere on the stairs, and his laughter came again, and the shrill laughter of a child and a woman attracted me to go up the stairs.

I cautiously walked up step by step, and just as I was about to turn the corner to see what was on the third floor, I was suddenly pulled back into the real world by a huge force.

"Rookie, what did you dream about? There are so many halas that have flowed out. ”

I looked up and saw that the person who woke me up was not the same guy Shaq, I shook my head a little depressed, I was about to see what was on the third floor, but he woke me up at this time.

However, I felt that my harath was really dripping on my clothes, and I responded to him a few times with a little embarrassment, and then I couldn't sleep anymore, and what happened in the haunted house kept coming back to my mind, and even made me almost unable to think about the upcoming game.

I tried to tell myself not to let things off the court affect my game, but it didn't seem to do much, and the more I told myself not to think about it, the more I thought about it.