The bright red scarecrow head swayed in the air.
Obviously the windows in the room were closed and there was no wind in the corridor.
The most creepy thing is that the eyes of the scarecrow head look straight at you as if they were alive.
I looked at it for a while, then reached out and pulled off the scarecrow's head.
The hand that suddenly grabbed the scarecrow's head was soaked in blood, and red water seeped out,
Tick tock... The scarlet liquid splashed onto the ground, forming traces of blood.
It seemed as if the head had just been soaked in blood, and the blood stains along the corridor should also come from this.
Shoes placed in reverse order, an incense burner with three incense sticks,
There is also a blood-red scarecrow head, everything seems a bit deliberate.
Looking around again, there is nothing unusual about this room except these things.
When I was about to leave, there was sudden movement outside.
Click...click...click
It was like someone walking around in slippers. The movement gradually came towards me, and the sound became louder and louder.
I tossed the scarecrow head aside and tightened my grip on the knife.
Pat…the footsteps are right next door to me.
Snap...it took another step closer.
Looking back, the door was blocked by a dark figure.
As soon as I stepped on the ground, I rushed forward and slashed straight at its head with the bronze sword.
Finally, it stopped in front of its neck, and the blade spread out its fangs like a poisonous snake.
The black shadow screamed in fear: "Don't! Don't!"
"I am human, I am human".
"Brothers, save others under the sword, save others under the sword!".
I glanced at him. This man was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, jeans, and dad shoes... His head was covered in cold sweat and his face was pale.
"What are you doing here?".
The man quickly explained: "I am a supernatural blogger who is good at cracking down on fake traditional superstitions. Isn't it said that this place is haunted lately?"
"So I was asked by the masses to come here to find out."
When he said this, I understood something. I pointed at the red shoes and scarecrow head behind me and said:
"So you did these things?"
The supernatural blogger smiled and nodded: "Wouldn't this add some weirdness and horror to the atmosphere?"
"They say hanging a scarecrow head soaked in blood upside down and putting red shoes and a censer lit with incense will attract ghosts."
I sighed and shook my head: "You still really know how to pick a place."
"If anyone else came in, they would be scared to death just by seeing these things like you. You can create an atmosphere."
The paranormal blogger lamented: "Aren't you afraid that there are no ghosts? If there is no supernatural stuff, how can anyone watch it?"
"It's not easy to be a supernatural blogger. There are obviously no ghosts, but you still do some weird and supernatural things, otherwise you would still have traffic."
"Although it's fake, it can't stop fans from watching it."
I put down the bronze horizontal knife, and the supernatural blogger also breathed a sigh of relief:
"Brother, what are you doing here at night with a knife?"
I said casually: "Adventure, I like exploring in haunted places."
The supernatural blogger clicked his tongue when he heard this.
What an awesome hobby.
He looked over his shoulder at what he had arranged,
Suddenly, the supernatural blogger's face was stunned, and the blood color that had just recovered dropped rapidly.
He pointed to the red shoes with trembling hands and shouted in horror: "Red...red shoes."
I asked doubtfully: "Didn't you put those shoes in there?"
The supernatural blogger retorted with a pale face: "I put it right side up! I didn't put a shoe backwards!"
'Although I arrange these things, I am also afraid of violating the taboos. Shoes cannot be placed backwards, and it is even more taboo to put them forward and backward! ',
I said, "It looks like there is a ghost."
I passed him and continued searching other rooms,
The supernatural blogger followed immediately and said in a panic:
"This place is not normal, it must not be normal!"
"It's so evil!"
"Maybe there really is a ghost."
I asked: "Have you encountered something evil?"
The supernatural blogger nodded crazily:
"I escaped from the third floor. I took pictures of the first and second floors with my equipment before I arranged the things. When I reached the third floor, all my equipment suddenly failed and there was no signal at all."
"I have been messing around for a long time to no avail, but when I went to the toilet, all the equipment disappeared without a trace."
"When I turned around, the toilet door I just opened was closed at some point, and there was the sound of flushing the toilet inside."
"There will definitely be no one else in this place. I cut the seals and chains. No one will take a step ahead of me."
"There must be something unclean."
I said to myself: "Is it the third floor?"
"Forget it, let's check the second floor first."
I opened the rooms on the second floor one by one and stopped when I reached a house.
Because blood was seeping out from the cracks in the door, and inside the cracks was the darkness of the abyss.
In this kind of environment, I feel cold all at once.
After a pause, I kicked the door open with my foot.
There was no one in the dark room, the curtains were swaying, and the shadows in the corners of the room were so dark that it might be difficult for Tibetans to see.
My eyes focused on a basin on the ground behind the door.
The basin was filled with scarlet liquid, and there were several small holes on the basin facing the door.
Liquid similar to blood also flowed out from there, seeping outside little by little.
I turned around and asked, "Did you do this too?".
The supernatural blogger smiled awkwardly but politely: "A sense of atmosphere, a sense of atmosphere..."
"Don't you think it's exciting to see blood oozing in front of the door at midnight?"
"It's exciting, it's really exciting." I looked around and closed the door.
I checked the room on the second floor, and there was no sign of anyone else except for the atmospheric things created by the supernatural bloggers.
I went up to the third floor, and the paranormal blogger said he wanted to get back those expensive devices.
The stairs were so dark that you could barely see what was going on under your feet.
Of course, it's not a problem for me who has double pupils, but the supernatural blogger has to stumble and stumble.
After passing through the invisible stairway, you will reach the third floor.
Walking through the stairs, the supernatural blogger turned the corner,
A face as pale as paper stood out in his sight, with dark eyes and a scar on his cheek.
Wearing a dark and strange shroud, the whole person was frozen and hiding in the shadows.
The supernatural blogger's pupils shrank, his whole body trembled and he fell to the ground.
