This woman in the painting, she is staring at me?

I was startled, my heart beat faster, and I couldn't help but take a few steps backwards!

But at this moment, suddenly, the woman's lips that had been drooped down turned up again, and she smiled at me!

This time, I could see clearly that the lips of the woman in the painting were indeed moving!

Is the woman in this oil painting really alive?

My good mood just now suddenly vanished.

I was terrified, and my first instinct was to run out of the room.

However, it was as if my feet were stuck to something, and I just couldn't move.

Suddenly, the woman in the painting moved! Yes, she's moving, she's really alive!

The woman stretched out a hand and grabbed the edge of the frame. Then, she reached out her other hand and grabbed the other side! Then, little by little, she poked her head out of the frame, and then, her neck, and her body! Her hair also hung down, covering her entire face. There seemed to be some kind of unpleasant smell wafting from the long swaying hair, which was definitely not the smell of oil painting, but more like the stench emitted by dead corpses!

Oh my God, this, isn't this Sadako from "Midnight Bell"? It's just that Sadako crawled out of the TV, and this female ghost, she crawled out of an oil painting!

I was stunned, my eyes were wide open, and my pores were erect. But I couldn't move my feet and couldn't speak.

Soon, the female ghost in the oil painting had crawled out of the frame and fell to the ground.

She crawled over, reached out, and grabbed my ankle with a hand.

She raised her head, and at this moment, I saw clearly: in the long loose hair, those eyes, full of blood, bright red blood!

"Give me my life!" The female ghost let out a terrible cry.

"Ahh I screamed, and I was able to move.

As soon as I moved, I spread my legs and ran towards the bedroom door.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew and closed the bedroom door!

I pushed the door hard, but it seemed to be blocked from the outside by something, and it just wouldn't open.

Behind him, there was a voice, the sound of something crawling on the ground.

I turned my head and leaned against the door, looking horrified at the floor in front of me.

The female ghost was crawling on the ground, and her hand, the pale hand that was stained with blood even in her nails, was grabbing at me!

At this time, I felt in my trouser pocket, and inside, it was a pistol!

So, I took out my gun and fired two shots at the female ghost crawling on the ground!

After two "bangs", she lay on the ground and did not move.

At this moment, the door behind me suddenly opened backwards, and I almost fell to the ground.

I immediately turned around and ran out like crazy!

I ran out of the 103 room in one go, and when I went out the door, I slammed the door shut, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

My heart is still beating, and the scene just now really scared me out.

It's terrible, the woman who crawled out of the painting, what the hell is she? Is it a female ghost, or a monster?

By the way, I just shot the woman twice, is she already dead? Or, she's still not dead?

I didn't dare to go back to that house, but what if the woman or ghost wasn't dead and crawled over again?

But what if it's not a female ghost, but a woman? If I beat someone to death, then I won't be a murderer? The police are trying to trouble me?

Forget it, where are the police in this town now? I'm afraid all the police in this town are dead, right?

So, I left room 103 and continued my search.

I walked from room 104 to room 107, but the doors of these rooms were locked, and I didn't dare to knock on them again.

However, when I reached the door of room 108, I stopped.

Because, from inside that room, there was a roaring voice.

I thought I had misheard, but this must be another auditory hallucination, right? How could there be such a sound in this silent night, in this almost empty apartment building?

However, the voice grew louder and louder.

"What did you do to her?" It was a woman's roar that shook the roots of my ears and hurt, "She's so young, she's just a child, how can you do that?" ”

I looked towards room 108 and saw that the door was ajar. The woman's voice must have come from there.

"I didn't do anything to her, did I?" At this time, another person's voice sounded, it was a man, "I just played casually with her, what's the big deal?" ”

What is the relationship between this man and woman? It's supposed to be a couple, right? Well, it should be.

"What? Just have a little fun? The woman raised her voice, "I'm telling you, you're harassing my daughter!" ”

"My" daughter? Shouldn't it be "our" daughter?

"I married you, and I thought you would take care of our mothers and sons. But I didn't expect you to be like this? I tell you, if you do this again, I, I'm going to divorce you!" The woman shouted again.

"Divorce is divorce, what's the big deal!" The man, who was the woman's husband, was also unconvinced, "You said I molested your daughter, so do you have any proof?" ”

"Evidence? Do I still need evidence, isn't what she said just proof? ”

I finally understood that this is a halfway couple, a reconstituted family. The woman was married for the second time and brought a girl with her. Unexpectedly, her husband, who is the girl's stepfather, actually started the idea of a little girl? No wonder this woman was so angry.

I didn't want to care about this kind of thing in other people's homes, although this man's behavior is indeed a bit disgusting, but after all, this is someone else's business, what can I care about as an outsider? I'm not a police officer, nor am I the head of a neighborhood committee.

However, these two quarreled in the middle of the night, why didn't they even close the door? Aren't they afraid of being known by others about this ugly family? As the saying goes, "family ugliness can't be publicized", but they are so loud that they treat no one as if they were nobody, this is also incredible, right?

I wanted to leave, but the sound of the quarrel suddenly disappeared!

Yes? What's going on?

I stopped and looked through the door. However, there seemed to be no one there, and it was a little frighteningly quiet.

So, instead of leaving, I pushed open the door and walked in.

The structure of this room is not much different from the previous 103-room layout, and there is also a living room outside, and further inside, there is a bedroom. The toilet is next to the hall.

The living room was still empty, with nothing left, just like what I had seen in room 103 before.

Strange, why are there two rooms in this apartment building that are empty? So, what about the other rooms, and who are there any of them?

Also, didn't I hear the woman arguing with her husband just now? But why can't I see them? Could it be that they are arguing in the bedroom?

I looked at the bedroom again, and the door was open, facing the living room. Standing in the living room, I could see most of the bedroom, but there seemed to be no one in the place I saw. Could it be that they are on the other side of the bedroom?

I simply walked into the bedroom, but it was empty.

In this bedroom, there is no one, there is no bed, and even the walls are white. No one lives here anymore, and the guests have long since moved out.

However, this time, I felt the back of my neck feel cold.

Why, when there is no one here, can I hear the sound of the couple arguing? Hell, why am I experiencing this again?

Since there is no one in this house and there is nothing in it, then there is no need for me to stay here any longer, so I might as well leave quickly.

I turned around and was about to get out of here, but just then, suddenly, something rolled on the floor.

The thing slowly rolled to my feet.

I was stunned, crouched down, and picked it up.

This, turned out to be a red ball of yarn?

Strange, where did this ball of yarn roll from? Isn't there no one living in this house anymore?

I turned around and looked behind me, and all of a sudden, my whole body froze!

My hand shook, and the ball of yarn fell to the ground again, rolled to the wall, and then stopped.

Behind me, a little girl appeared!

The little girl wears a goose-yellow fur vest and blue pants. She was sitting on the floor with her head down, and I couldn't make out her face. At her hand, there was a rag doll lying on the ground.

Oh my God, this little girl, she, where did she come from? Wasn't there anyone in this room just now?

This scene reminds me of the familiar scene I saw at the ranger's house.

Again, there was a little girl in that room, and likewise, she was sitting on the floor and playing with a rag doll.

Could it be, that little girl, she, she's back?

This girl slowly raised her head, but my heart jumped to my throat all of a sudden.

The girl looked up, and I could finally see her face clearly.

I was stunned by this.

It turned out that this little girl was the little girl in the black-and-white group photo on the old newspaper I was in the security room.

That's right, she has a face very similar to that schoolgirl, but she is only eight or nine years old, and she looks particularly naïve and innocent.

Strangely, when the girl saw me, she didn't react, but lowered her head again and continued to play with the rag doll in her hand, as if I didn't exist as a person.

I was in a daze, when suddenly, something came from behind me.

The voice seemed to come from the living room outside.

I turned around and walked to the door, but I was surprised to find that there were two people in the living room, a man and a woman! At the moment, they are arguing fiercely.

Oh my God, when did they come out? Isn't there no one in the living room?

However, the man and woman were arguing passionately, and they didn't seem to notice that there was an uninvited guest in the house.

Suddenly, noisily, the man stretched out his finger and pointed to the bedroom, to me······