I was so frightened that I almost cried out, and I couldn't laugh or cry when I heard him talk about it.

"Uncle, I have soundproof earplugs here, why don't you try wearing them? Not to mention singing next door, you can't hear even if you put the microphone in your ear. "I don't want to go up at all.

The raincoat uncle shook his head, "No, I can't wear that thing when I'm old." You go and deal with it. ”

I stood still. The old man didn't move, and stared at me with a gloomy gaze that made my heart furious.

"Okay, I'll go."

It's still the old man who walks in front, and I follow behind.

At the door of his room, the original room 308 has become room 304.

This time I didn't need to say it, but as soon as I went up to the third floor, I heard the singing.

It's not the female voice before, it's the voice of a little girl.

"When the pond of happiness is planted, dreams become oceans

The eyes of the drum and the big mouth also sang loudly......"

My five-year-old nephew sang all day long, and asked us to learn frogs to accompany him.

But there weren't any children in front of them.

The old man said: "Hurry up and tell her to shut up, it's almost twelve o'clock." With that, he closed the door.

I was left alone in the empty hallway.

The concave corridor has only two small skylights at both ends, and the aisles are not spacious.

Today the third floor received five guests, but no small children stayed.

I swallowed and foamed at the mouth and walked forward.

I walked around the hallway, but I still couldn't find the child. And the children's voices are always not far ahead, as if they are playing hide and seek with me.

After I walked two steps, I suddenly realized that something was wrong, there were two rooms at each end of the concave shape, and the corridor was not long. But when I looked over just now, the corridor seemed to be getting longer.

Back in the hallway, I was cold.

The corridor in front of you is endless. I rubbed my eyes vigorously, and the long hallway was gone. I was so scared that I was in a cold sweat, and I didn't care about looking for the children, so I turned around and was about to leave.

As soon as he turned around, the incandescent light above his head snapped out, and he was suddenly plunged into total darkness.

There was no light at all.

I took out my phone, but the phone didn't respond, and I couldn't turn it on at all.

"La-la-la-la

Lalala......"

The little girl's voice drifted to my ears.

But nothing can be seen.

It's the same as closing your eyes.

I've never brought it in such a dark place. Even at night, I can always see the outline of the real thing, and I really can't see my fingers now.

It's like falling into a black hole.

Cold sweat slid down my forehead, and I clenched my fists tightly, trying to restrain my trembling body.

Now turn around, take two or three turns, and then walk five or six meters, and you should be at the top of the stairs. As long as you can go down, it's fine, right?

I stumbled forward.

Don't look like it's only a few steps, but in the pitch black, I don't even dare to step on my legs.

Who knows what's waiting for me ahead?

Dry hands? The face of a little girl? Decomposing corpses? Bugger? Corpse? Sadako?

I hate the horror movies I usually watch too much, all kinds of famous ghosts and monsters line up into my head, I am so scared that I dare not come out, and the sweat on my forehead keeps sliding.

No, no, I can't think about it anymore.

I gasped for breath and muttered the lyrics of my recently learned lyrics, racking my brains to get the mess out of my head.

After taking two steps, I figured I was around the corner, reached for the wall on the left, and slowly stroked forward along the cold wooden wall.

My heart was in my throat, and I was afraid that I would touch something unknown.

My fingers ran over a hard rectangular object, and I startled, only to realize that it was the switch on the hallway light.

I pressed it, and the overhead light didn't respond.

There should be a corner in front of me, and I groped forward, and soon found a protruding wall. I breathed a sigh of relief, turned the corner, and walked seven or eight steps further until I was at the top of the stairs.

I continued to walk cautiously forward.

There was still nothing to see in front of me.

It stands to reason that the staircase should be shiny. It stands to reason that even if there is a power outage, it won't be so dark......

I shook my head and continued to recite the lyrics in my mind.

After taking eight steps, he groped horizontally towards the wall on the other side of the hallway.

The inn is an old-fashioned attic, the stairs are narrow and easy to fall, and I walk very slowly.

It's still the walls that I touch.

I groped back and forth, and my heart fell straight down.

How could the staircase that should be in this location not be seen?

Hold your breath, maybe you've walked through.

I wiped the sweat from my head and took five steps back in one breath. Then he took another ten steps forward.

Still nothing.

I suddenly remembered the endless corridor I had just seen.

Am I in that hallway right now?

I leaned against the wall, and the few short steps took me so much effort that I had to take a breath and think about my next move.

Keep going. I think. The hallway doesn't really go out, and when I get to the end, I'm turning back from the other side and always finding the exit.

I kept walking, counting my steps with each step. But soon I gave up.

In this dark world where I could only hear my own footsteps, the mere count of steps only made me panic. I had to think of anything else as hard as I could, so I simply began to memorize the classical Chinese texts.

It was probably ten minutes or so before I stopped again. At the same time, in despair, I seemed to be stuck here.

Is there twelve?

I don't think so, right?

Just shout for help? Maybe Song Meng or Uncle Raincoat will come out.

But I knew in my heart that I wasn't in a power outage crisis.

There seems to be wind in the air.

There was a slight wind on my calves that were exposed to the air.

It's more like someone blowing on my calves.

I got goosebumps all over my body and my hairs stood on end.

It felt like there was someone behind me.

"Who?" I shouted.

It passed by me. There weren't any footsteps, but I just felt like something was passing behind me.

"Big brother, have you seen my frog?"

I almost jumped.

It's the voice that just sang.

"No, I didn't see it." My voice was hoarse.

"It's so dark here, I'm scared of no frogs."

It's good to be able to communicate, I'm afraid that I won't be able to get out until I die. "When was the last time you saw a frog?"

"In the car. I remember holding it to school. ”

Listening to the sound should be a kindergarten child.

"Which school?"

"Golden Sun Kindergarten. My name is Kiki, can my big brother help me find the frog? ”

"Okay, I'll help you find it."

The little girl giggled. Soon he hummed a song again and ran forward.

After a while, the singing and footsteps disappeared.

I stood by the wall and once again mustered up the courage to walk forward.

When I was about to despair, I touched the protruding door frame, and I was happy, could it be the staircase?

The next second, my hand pressed on something warm and soft.

I really screamed right now.