Michael Porter, a boy who had just turned 16, was impressed by Craig, one of the few Germans out of twenty, a warm and cheerful man with a Germanic rigor who was the main player of the school's football team. Especially after hearing that Craig is a popular figure at the Technical University of Munich, this kid seems to be a brainless fan who regards Craig as an idol in life.

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on each other and not to let each other fall asleep? Why didn't you look at him? How long has he been asleep? Craig inquired about the situation as he walked briskly into the room.

Michael, who was lying flat on the bed in the room, was shaking up and down at the moment, as if he had seen something terrifying, but his eyes were closed.

There were several people around the bed, some of whom poured cold water on Michael's face in an attempt to wake him up; There are those who stick needles in Michael's fingers with sharp needles, hoping that the sharp pain will wake him up; There are also those who yell in Michael's ear and try to wake him up.

But Michael seemed to have lost any reflection to the outside world, and still lay motionless on the bed with his eyes closed.

……

Michael didn't know exactly what was going on.

When Craig sent Nancy downstairs, he happened to find a large bag of ground coffee from the cupboard, and he didn't know whether it was left by the previous traveler or provided by the innkeeper who picked the door, Michael saw that the expiration date had not expired, so he made himself a cup of coffee, after all, refreshing coffee is also the best 'weapon' against Freddy.

But when he took a sip of coffee from his coffee cup and was about to continue the discussion with the people next to him, he was surprised to find that his surroundings were empty......

Obviously, there were more than a dozen people around the room just now, and they were constantly discussing what to do next. Even Fang Cai's companion, who joked that he wouldn't make a cup of coffee for him, was nowhere to be found.

Be quiet......

Quiescence......

Deathly tranquility......

"I... I was taken by Freddy... Dragged into a dream? How is this possible! I... I didn't fall asleep... I... I also made myself a cup of coffee! How could I have fallen asleep unconsciously! ”

Although Nancy had already vaccinated the reincarnators before, the sudden situation still made Michael fall into fear.

He trembled, tried to swallow his saliva, and barely mustered up the courage to pluck himself up, "It's okay, it's okay, there are so many people around me, and they will definitely wake me up if they find out that I am asleep." With Senior Craig here, I'll be fine! ”

Although he kept comforting himself, the fear like a wave still kept surging over his heart, and Michael was unable to break free. Trembling all over, he tried to stand up, but his two legs, which were also shaking, were clearly unable to complete the task.

And at this moment, a strong wind blew inexplicably in the closed room, and the wind was so strong that Michael couldn't even open his eyes.

This strange wind came and went suddenly, and soon stopped, as if it had come, silently and without warning.

When Michael opened his eyes again, he screamed. Although the room was empty just now, it was still brightly lit.

But now Michael's surroundings have changed! All around was a miserable red glow, like a hospital morgue. The tables, chairs, walls and floors on the sides seem to have been placed in an uninhabited environment for decades, and many places have decayed, cracked, and naturally weathered.

But what's even more terrifying is the ceiling, in countless gaps, the dark red viscous liquid is constantly dripping like rain, and a few drops even drip directly onto Michael's hand......

"Ah!!h

Unable to contain his fear, Michael yelled and rushed to the door, instinctively wanting to leave the place, the scarlet room.

The door was pushed open, and the corridor outside was still the same, with no eerie red light or thick plasma, but there was still a silent silence all around......

Walking in the corridor in fear, Michael couldn't help crying at the moment, people are such strange creatures, they know what will happen in front of them, and they know that their fear can't have any effect, but they still can't help but be afraid, to fear, to cry, after all, no matter how mature Michael's realization is, he is just a 16-year-old child after all.

The walls of the corridor were elegantly hung with many unknown oil paintings by the innkeeper, and I don't know where the innkeeper got the oil paintings, all of them were portraits.

Michael tried to keep himself from looking at the paintings hanging on both sides of the walls, and he had a hunch that the people in the paintings were looking at him with resentment.

He didn't dare to get too close to the doors on either side, he didn't know if the door would suddenly open when he passed by it, pulling him into the endless darkness.

Michael felt lonely and hopeless......

Finally, at the end of the corridor, he saw a living person......

The balding innkeeper was crouching at the top of the stairs, his back to him on the ground, writing and drawing something.

As if seeing a savior, Michael hurriedly stepped forward and greeted, "Hi man, have you seen anyone else with me?" Where did they go? ”

But the innkeeper was still crouching at the top of the stairs and drawing, and he didn't seem to hear Michael's voice.

A wave of unease welled up in Michael's mind, and he subconsciously looked over to the floor where the innkeeper kept writing and drawing.

The wooden floor was covered with scarlet lettering, 'You're going to die here!' ’

The innkeeper seemed to hear Michael's fear, and slowly turned around, his shrewd eyes had been gouged out, and blood was constantly flowing outward from his black hole sockets.

Michael subconsciously took a step back, and from Nancy's explanation, he knew that the terrifying innkeeper in front of him must be the embodiment of Freddy, and the only purpose of his existence was to plunge himself into deeper fear.

But knowing doesn't mean he won't be afraid, and Michael covers his eyes tightly with his hands, forcing himself not to look, not to listen, not to think. But it was clear that such an action did not work, this was a dream, a dream created by Freddy for Michael, where Michael could only be at Freddy's mercy, as long as there was still the slightest fear in his heart, then he was destined to be immune.

"Fake, it's all fake, Nancy said, he's still very weak, he can't kill me, he can't kill me! Craig said he would take us home in its entirety, and he promised! I'll be fine......" Michael kept muttering to himself in self-hypnosis, his eyes half-closed, not daring to move.