Freya said that the haunted house was newly opened today. It had become a holy land for young local people to play card. The traffic flow was very large. Looking at the long line of people in front of her, Sara was stunned. "So many people... How long do we have to wait?"
Freya said, "We don't have to queue up!"
She took out her mobile phone and went to find the staff.
Sara asked, "Is this the privileged class?"
Freya opened a bottle of water, handed it to Sara and said, "No, she just booked tickets online."
Sara looked at the descendant with a long string of dragons and said, "Since you can book tickets online, why do they still need to line up?"
Scarlet replied, "Because online tickets are twice as expensive as here."
Sara sighed, "So it's the power of money."
Freya soon returned with four tickets and got one each. Sara looked at the ticket. It was a pure black Christian with a big bloody handprint on it. It seemed to be the case. corpus of the haunted room was on the back of the ticket.
It was said that this was originally a villa with an inch of land and an inch of gold. However, 50 years ago, strange things began to happen frequently in this villa. At the beginning, all animals raised by its owner died mysteriously. There was an inexplicable bloody handprint on the wall of the bedroom, as if a man covered in blood climbed over the wall.
Then the servants in the master's house all died one after another. All of them died miserably. The master's family realized that something was wrong and invited a master to check it out. Unexpectedly, the master died mysteriously when he did the work. The master's family wanted to move out, but they all died the night before they moved.
Later on, everyone's family members who lived in this villa would die one after another, and their deaths were all strange and bizarre.
Gradually, they became very famous as a dangerous mansion.
This story was similar to most of the haunted houses. Sara was a little confused and asked, "Why are there so many people in their house?"
Freya's face was full of inscrutableness. "That's because this legend is true! As long as it's someone from the capital city, they'll definitely have heard of it. It's a hoe in other ghost houses, but it's definitely true! I remember when I was young, when I was disobedient, my grandmother said that she wanted to throw me into No. 44 on Road."
As they spoke, they looked up and saw a piece of old wooden board with crooked words on it - No. 44 of Road.
Alex looked at the wooden tablet and said, "I've heard of it when I was young."
"This place is quite out of the ordinary. Many people have died here. Fortunately, the owner of the haunted house has connections. He was able to take this place down." Scarlet said.
Sara was a very firm Reservations and seriously said, "Generally speaking, there are many explanations for the ghosts in science now. For example, space-time cracks, illusions, psychological factors, abnormal energy magnetic fields... In addition, people respect the ghosts and gods and talk to each other from mouth to mouth, so there is a system's statement now. But all kinds of people are unreliable..."
Freya couldn't listen anymore. She covered Sara's mouth and said, "Sara, we all know that you are the successor of socialist countries. You don't have to say anything! Once you say this, there will be no atmosphere here at all!"
Sara went forward and knocked on the board, saying, "This board is newly made. It's not completely dry yet. It's made of cypress wood. It's old on purpose."
Freya: "... I beg you, please give me some face."
Sara gave a sound of "oh" and stopped talking.
As they walked forward, they saw a villa that was almost full of hill-ups.
The development of Road was very rapid. In this place, if there were no rumors about the ominous mansion, it would not be a problem to sell this villa at tens of millions Dollar.
The villa had been designed decades ago. It looked quite beautiful. It was the Mountain- Virginia Tiger that brought it a horrible atmosphere.
There were already a lot of people in front of them. When they saw this group of people, they were all stunned. The beauty was too high. If they didn't know it, they would think it was an unpromising association of idols.
Although Freya came up with the idea of coming to the Ghost Pavilion, when she was really at the door, she began to be frightened. She tightly grasped Scarlet's sleeve and said, "Scarlet! Scarlet! Do you believe in tragedy?"
Scarlet, "What the hell is this?"
Freya swallowed and said, "If you believe in America, those evil people wouldn't dare to scare you!"
Scarlet pulled Sara over. "She's a firm Marx endorser."
Freya whined and said. "But I have to hold Sara in my arms and cry like a dwarf wax gourd! It's embarrassing!"
Sara said expressionlessly, "I suddenly feel that it's not like there aren't any ghosts or monsters in this world. Freya, take care of yourself."
Freya: "..."
Alex smiled and put one hand on Sara's head. He rubbed her head and said, "Don't listen to her nonsense. I think milk powder is still useful. You seem to be a little better."
He drew a small distance with two fingers, about two centimeters.
Sara was not happy at all and said, "That's because the pair of shoes I wear today are getting better."
Alex: "..."
He couldn't help laughing out loud.
Inside the villa, it was dark. A special staff member was distributing the flashlight, and told them to press a button at the bottom of the flashlight if they couldn't stand it. The staff could determine the guest's position and take the guest out of the villa.
The villa was very dark, and it was no wonder that she had to use a flashlight. Sara turned on the flashlight and looked around.
The living room on the first floor was very large, and the layout was quite routine. She could feel the strong sense of the years.
Sara's heart did not waver. She took the lead and walked up to the first floor. There was nothing on the first floor and she went straight up to the second floor.
Freya shivered and said, "According to the law of the Ghost Hall, a female ghost will suddenly appear at this time..."
Sara went upstairs and said, "Nothing."
Freya heaved a sigh of relief. "It's alright, it's alright..."
As soon as she finished her words, the flashlight slid across a photo frame on the wall of the stairs. Suddenly, she screamed, "What the fuck!"
Sara turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
The flashlight of Freya's flashlight was fixed on a photo on the wall. "F*ck, you scared me! I thought it was you inside!"
Sara was stunned. "You're talking about me?"
"That's right." Freya said. "Take a look yourself."
Sara went to the stairs and carefully looked at the photo mentioned by Freya.
Only then did he find that it was actually an oil painting, and there were obvious cutting traces. It should be cut from a bigger painting and put in the painting frame.
Because of the long age and lack of good maintenance, the pigments had been mottled. It could only be seen that it was the portrait of a woman. She wore a sea-blue dress, smiled slightly, and looked beautiful.