It's also a question I've been figuring out for years when I go to a haunted house. It wasn't until I went to the underworld later that I realized what was wrong - it was the scale. Because the dead people in the dungeon are no different from real people, but the others are different. There are many yaksha and goblins in the underworld, and there are not a few deformed people, but these yaksha and goblins are of different sizes.

Take Yaksha as an example, these guys are generally more than 3 meters tall, and those above 2 meters are all stalks. And the fat and thin are different, the fat yaksha looks very burly, the Japanese folk often use it as a mask with a grimace, and there are many long-horned ghosts of various colors in cartoons, which are actually a kind of yaksha; Some of the yakshatras were very thin, but their skeletons were still oversized, very tall, and they looked a little rickety, and if they weren't always armed with weapons, they would have looked very much like oversized gray-blue praying mantises.

I was just curious about this haunted house, because I didn't know anything about the so-called hell at the time, and I was still looking at the things in the haunted house with an attitude of observing, and I kept sketching in my head what the real hell might look like, so I didn't feel particularly scared.

But the little girl behind me didn't think so, because after kicking the bad-faced guy, she kept holding my hand tightly and hiding behind my back. Every time there was a scene where the ghosts were tormenting, she would sneak her head out of the side of my shoulder, and then she would be frightened by the screams of the model dummies and hide back, which made me feel very funny, like she was playing whack-a-mole. Lean out, retract back, poke out again, retract again.

Originally, I thought that I would enter this haunted house by myself, and I might be scared, but suddenly a little sister appeared in the back, and I had an urge to protect. So, this haunted house makes me feel very happy, and I don't know if it's my machismo that is playing tricks.

I didn't have much surprise in the whole haunted house, and just when I was feeling bored, I suddenly noticed an extremely fantastic square hole in the wall. This square hole is inverted pyramid-shaped, and inside is a whirlpool made of blowing wind and strips of colored cloth, and the most peculiar thing is that it is still spinning. Maybe it's because its color matching is too good, and the angle of the wind blowing is just right, so it looks like a kaleidoscope, and it is also like a magic disk that can hypnotize people.

Because this square hole is particularly dreamy, it feels particularly out of tune with the deliberately rendered gloomy atmosphere of the whole haunted house.

When the little girl saw that I had stopped suddenly, she curiously grabbed my arm and poked her head out again. Sure enough, she was also fascinated by the colorful whirlpool at a glance, and unconsciously walked to the side of me, and then the two of us stupidly looked into the whirlpool and froze.

I really don't know if this whirlpool has a hypnotic effect, because as the whirlpool rotates, we unconsciously lean forward, and we have a feeling of wanting to get into it, as if falling into an endless space. But after watching it for a while, the speed of the whirlpool inadvertently began to slow down slowly, and as the speed of the whirlpool slowed down, I had the illusion that I was going to be thrown out of the whirlpool, and the feeling of peeling made people uncontrollably straighten their waists.

As the whirlpool slowed down, the wind blowing the cloth strips also changed angles, as if a huge space was rapidly rotating and braking suddenly, but the feeling of forcibly slowing down due to too much inertia seemed to be that the earth under your feet was stopping rotating, and time was about to stop.

Just as I was about to feel like I was about to enter a state of stillness, a huge turquoise python suddenly burst out of the square hole, opened its bloody mouth in front of me, and was close to me, and four sharp fangs almost hit my head and chin, so frightened that I jumped on the spot, and the little girl was also frightened and dodged.

Then, the python slowly withdrew its head, and a pair of ruby-like snake eyes seemed to shine with ghostly fire.

I secretly scolded the eight generations of ancestors who designed this thing countless times, and almost scared your grandfather to death.

I suddenly remembered the scene in the legend of the White Snake where Xu Hanwen was scared to death by the white lady who drank realgar wine and appeared, and I felt that the design of this haunted house was really not offline. Fortunately, it is estimated that the input cost is insufficient, and this big snake is not so realistic, otherwise I would definitely be scared to death in the state I was in just now. Even if I hadn't been scared to death, if we had bent down to look into the whirlpool, the snake's head would have slammed into my teeth.

Just as I was cursing the bastard who designed the serpent, I suddenly felt like something was missing. One side, I'm, little girl.

When the serpent came out, I just remember that I was startled, and the little girl was scared to death. At this time, I was the only one left in the empty haunted house, accompanied by the sound of the ghost crying wolf, and the gust of wind blew me shivering.

At this time, I realized, damn, if I didn't have that little girl by my side, the whole room would feel creepy, and there was no trace of the heroism that I used to see everything fake. It was as if the tormenting ghosts were alive, and those who had been cramped and tormented to the point of being skinned and tormented to the point of being hideous looked hideous. It's as if they're all in this together, and they're conspiring to kill me, a miserable person.

It seems that I wasn't protecting the little girl at all, but the little girl protecting me.

I trembled and cried out twice, "Little sister...... Little sister", I felt like my voice was like a beep, suppressed by the sound of ghosts crying and howling in the house, my cry was not as loud as the blowing of the central air conditioner overhead. I was so scared that I couldn't speak, it turned out that the loneliness was so terrifying.