I heard the dog barking again. The barking of the dog is accompanied by the cry of the child.

In the middle, there was the cry of fear from this family.

The haunting doesn't stop. In this house, on the contrary, there is another ghost because of this.

The two ghosts have no intersection at all, and there is no purposeful action. An animal, a child, just instinctively, makes noises and shows a sense of existence.

In this way, the whole family living in this house is about to be driven crazy.

I heard muffled arguments, and I heard fights.

No one came in the room I was in. The people who live in this house are very tacitly away from this house.

The chaotic scenes stopped a little, and I heard footsteps coming from under the stairs. The footsteps went upstairs, slow, and the wooden floor creaked. The sound was muffled by the child's cry and became intermittent.

It was a long time before I heard footsteps reach the door. The doorknob of the door was slowly twisted, and the door was slowly opened. The person outside the door hesitated, and the door opened the door hesitantly.

The child's crying continued.

The door opened, and I found an old man with white hair standing outside the door. The old man looked at the crib with a hint of fear in his eyes. He pushed the door open and walked in. The open door allowed me to see his hand behind his back. There was a dry shotgun exposed.

The old man brought the shotgun to his chest, raised it tremblingly, and aimed it at the crib.

There was no shadow of a child on the bed, only the sound of crying. The scene is eerie.

Even to me, this phenomenon is very strange. I couldn't feel the child's yin energy, and I didn't see the child's form.

Boom!

The old man fired a shot, which was crooked, and shot through the windowpane and shattered.

Because of the recoil, the old man fell to the ground.

The child's cry suddenly rose and became extremely harsh. I felt like the house was shaking.

There is no yin qi, but there is an amazing supernatural phenomenon.

The old man's courage to shoot was gone, he screamed, threw away the gun, got up from the ground, and ran to the stairs. As soon as he turned around, he reached the top of the stairs, and when he went downstairs, he rushed forward, unable to grasp his balance.

I saw waving my hands and grabbing the picture frame on the wall. The picture frame could not support the old man's body. He fell, landing on the ground with several frames.

The old man's face rubbed against the broken glass, and his body rolled all the way downstairs.

I could only stand at the door of the room and look out, and I saw the old man lying there, his lower body still hanging on the steps of the stairs. He didn't move, it seemed, he was dead.

It was a long time before someone came home. It was the middle-aged woman who had taken a kitchen knife. She was stunned for a moment before she screamed.

However, the scream only rang out for a moment, and was covered by the woman herself. She covered her mouth, slammed the door shut, and sat down on the floor. After waiting for a while, calming her breath, the woman crawled and approached the old man to examine his body.

He must have died.

The woman sat there for a while, then turned around and took her bag, rummaged through her phone, and dialed the number.

The scene changes, and the door closes again. I heard movement in the courtyard and turned to the window.

The family was digging a pit again. This time they buried the old man's body.

It was dark outside, and they didn't have flashlights, but I knew they were burying the bodies. And I couldn't hear what they were saying. They may not have spoken, but they are just breathing heavily because they are nervous. They don't seem to have the intention of calling the police and are not prepared to deal with the death of the old man through normal channels.

It didn't take long for me to hear the old man's cough. The sound was familiar to me. Because after entering this scene, I often hear such voices. The elderly may have respiratory problems and cough early in the morning, and often have cough during the day and night.

The family's spirits were even more intense.

People die, and the sound doesn't stop.

I heard them arguing loudly downstairs. They spoke in a language I didn't understand, but I could understand what they meant.

The family also has a lot of children. In the face of the financial crisis, the originally happy big family became stretched. With the loss of invested money, the college tuition of the two children could not be paid, and the medical care of the elderly could only be interrupted. They still have loans to repay, and they seem to be in debt as well.

The family just crumbled little by little.

The eldest daughter, who has a happy life, is divorced and can only return to her parents' house and share a room with her little sister. After meeting her new boyfriend, she became pregnant with a child, but was abandoned again. That kid is a liability.

The elderly are also a burden. But the elderly have a pension, even if they need to take medicine for a long time, which is a burden, but that pension is also very important to the family.

There are also little daughters and little sons. Neither of them is yet independent.

The ghost I saw was the little son.

As for the eldest son in the family, he evaporated after the gambling debt, and the loan sharks found his parents and pestered the family.

It's a messy family.

In the midst of the constant quarrels, gunshots rang out, and there were screams from girls and angry roars from men.

I heard the sound coming from the courtyard again.

The shovel dug through the soft soil, and new bodies were placed in the pit.

After a while, the scene changed, and I heard the siren. A police officer broke into the door, and soon, there were also police officers in the courtyard.

The bags were exhumed and the bodies were carried out.

When everything subsided, only the voices of three ghosts remained in the house.

I listened for a moment and heard footsteps.

The footsteps went upstairs, and with each step upstairs, there was the sound of a picture frame being broken.

One moment, one moment...... Arrived at the top of the stairs.

There are more sounds of doors opening and closing in the next room.

I listened for a while, then stood at the window, wanting to see what was going on.

I saw a little reflection in the window, and it wasn't clear.

After waiting a little longer, I heard the sound of a chair falling.

Boom!

The dark shadow widened on the window, and a body slammed into the glass window and bounced back.

The figure swayed.

Did you hang yourself?

The youth?

Suddenly, the room I was in changed dramatically.

The bunk bed and baby cot are gone, replaced by the furnishings of the study.

The door was open, as were the doors of the rooms to the left and right. I saw that the rooms had been renovated. The walls by the stairs were bare, there were no photos, and the wallpaper had been changed.

I heard the laughter of small children and the barking of dogs.

When I got to the window and looked down, I saw a large healthy white dog running around the courtyard. A three- or four-year-old was clumsily chasing the big dog.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a figure, and when I turned my head, I saw the young man standing by the window of the next room.

He seemed to be laughing.

The smile quickly faded.

The big dogs and children who were laughing in the courtyard also disappeared.

I realized something and walked to the door.

In the next bedroom, there was a child sitting on the floor, motionless. The big dog next to the bed was also lying motionless, like a still picture. In front of the child is a castle of building blocks. There are also toy soldiers lying on the edge of the castle.

Outside the house, the whole town was dead silent.

The town of Tiscente has been infected by the plague.

I looked at the child and saw a figure around him. The ghost stood in front of the child and the dog, and stood with his head bowed, equally motionless.

(End of chapter)