He picked up his phone and dialed a text message.

Peter Kent: [System, will it be okay if I go into the bedroom now?]

System: [Will die instantly.]

“…”

Peter Kent's heart is a hundred times the system of green beans and vegetables, in that case, what the hell did you make me go into the room to do.

System: [Master, there is a way.]

Peter Kent: [Speak quickly!]

System: [You just need to knock on the door three times and say "I'm here", then wait for the door to open.]

Peter Kent: [As simple as that? Do you promise?]

He found it a little hard to believe, if it was that simple, then he wouldn't need to sleep outside, wouldn't need to have nightmares.

System: [Master, you dream. This is just you asking permission to enter the room.]

Peter Kent was completely silent, the other room was his, now he had to ask permission to enter, feeling a little uncomfortable and scared at the same time.

He was afraid because thanks to the system of speaking like that, he had determined that there was definitely an existence in the other room, maybe Ann Reed, no, it was definitely Ann Reed.

Taking a deep breath, trying to muster up some courage in his body, he stood up, walking through the dried blood footprints to the front door of the room.

Looking at the other door, he didn't think it was the door to his bedroom but the ghost gate.

Swallowing, Peter Kent raised his left hand and knocked on the door with a sweaty, slightly trembling fist.

Knock Knock knock!!

"I-I'm here." Peter Kent could hardly contain the fear in his heart and stammered a little.

Way!

The sound of the door latch opening suddenly made Peter Kent jump back instinctively.

The doorknob looks like someone inside moves in and takes a kind of slow motion like a slow-motion movie in reverse.

The handle turned all the way, the door gradually opened with a creaking sound like in a horror movie.

As soon as the door opened, a bone-chilling wind blew out from inside, causing Peter Kent to shiver, his hairs standing on end, but only for a moment.

Because Peter Kent had turned on all the electricity in the house just now, thanks to the main switch, he could open the electricity in the bedroom at the main door, so when the door was ajar, he could see into part of the room. .

Looking around, there was nothing inside the room. Gathering up his courage, Peter Kent pushed open the door.

Krit krit krit!

It was a little difficult for him to hear this sound because in his memory, this house was built less than two years ago, when he rented it, the house was just finished, so the rent was quite expensive.

Expensive is expensive, but everything in the house is new, this bedroom door he opened and closed so many times without making a sound, but only six days without touching it, there was a shrill creaking sound. .

The inside of the room was the same, nothing had changed since he had moved into the extra bedroom six days ago. Still the same double bed, still neat and tidy. The same table, the same wardrobe, everything is still the same.

If anything has changed, it is a layer of fine dust everywhere. Peter Kent traced a line on the floor, a thick layer of dust as if the place had been abandoned all year.

Peter Kent shook his head, he didn't bother with the cleaning anymore, but opened the window, the cold wind blew into the room making the dust fly, the two green curtains fluttered in the wind as if dancing.

Look at the clock.

23:50

He took a quick breath and carried the tray into the room and placed it in the middle of the bed, holding the tray in the middle of the bed, then went out of the living room to turn off the light, then the extra bedroom, the bathroom, the house. a kitchen.

Finally, he did not stay in the master bedroom, his heart was racing, looking at the clock, there was only one minute left until midnight, 12 o'clock, he used the blood tube he drew earlier to pump some into the cup of water in the middle of the tray, Stir well so that the whole cup of water turns pale pink, then put the blood tube in a cold storage bag.

Close the room door.

Peter Kent used a black cloth to cover his face, he tried to tie the cloth so tightly that it made his head press so hard that it hurt a little.

He was familiar with every corner of this room, so even if he was blindfolded, he could still find his way.

Two hands groped to turn off the light in the room.

The lights had just turned off, the air was suddenly a bit stagnant, and the surrounding suddenly became strangely quiet.

But he doesn't care, now is the task.

He is not a brave adult, on the contrary, he is extremely cowardly. He also never thought of himself as the main character in this world.

So...he's scared.

He was really scared.

But fear is fear, he is still a lover of life, afraid of death. He wanted to live, that's why he was able to stand here until now.

He felt that he was crazy, closed the door, turned off the lights, at night recited the names of the dead, even used fresh blood to lure souls.

Nhưng vì sinh tồn, nuốt ực nước bọt một cái, hắn bắt đầu niệm thầm tên bạn gái của hắn.

Ann… Reed…

Ann… Reed…

Ann… Reed…

Peter Kent tried to chant Ann Reed's name as fast as he could, but his mouth was shaking, no, his whole body was shaking which slowed his speech.

Two hands behind the back grasp the knife. Fortunately, he had foreseen a lot of sweating, so he covered the knife handle with cloth, even if his hands sweat a lot, it will not make the knife fall off.

Read it ten times, still nothing happened except Peter Kent felt the room a little colder.

The silence made him hear his voice clearly, even the pounding of his heart could be heard clearly.

Reciting for the 13th time.

A gust of wind blew in through the window, bringing with it a terrifying cold. The wind blew past him like it was stroking his face and then passed through his neck like a string that wanted to tie his neck.

Peter Kent shivered, his teeth chattering, sweat beaded on his forehead

Just then, there was a rumbling sound that startled him.

But he still tried not to let the chanting stop, but his attention was focused on the rustling sound, so the chanting was slowed down by him unconsciously.

Xi xi xi!!

“The sound of blankets? No, it's like…someone is walking on the bed!!??”

Peter Kent didn't imagine it, it was the sound of blankets rubbing, like...someone crawling on the bed.

He gulped down his saliva, trying to control his breathing so he could continue chanting.

The temperature is getting colder and colder, Peter Kent clearly feels, this is not the cold from the air temperature, but this is the cold that comes from the depths of the soul, from fear.

His hands clenched the knife, his mouth continued to chant Ann Reed's name.

Ann Reed.

Ann Reed.

Ann Reed.

…

Right after that, something even more terrible happened.

Roop!

Crack!

“Th-that's the sound..chewing sound??!!”

Peter Kent shivered involuntarily, he heard the sound of chewing fruit. In this quiet space, the sound of chewing sounded extremely harsh.

The sound of chewing and sipping sounded terrible, hitting the eardrums.

It's not like eating normally, like a person who has been starving for a long time, suddenly seeing delicious food will rush to chew it like that.

The sound of teeth rubbing against hard objects made him even more scared. It is better to be able to see, if only to be able to see, the fear will be less, and the things we cannot see are many times more terrible thanks to our own imagination.

Peter Kent was the same now, he thought of the image of Ann Reed, her whole body was slashed, her intestines and internal organs were all taken out, crawling on the bed devouring food.

His nerves were taut like the strings of a lute, now his mouth reciting names seemed to only follow a kind of inertia that produced sound. He bit his tongue a few times but

His whole body was drenched in sweat, but he still felt extremely cold.

Yup!

Next, hitting his ears was the sound of drinking water, yes, his bowl of water mixed with blood was being enjoyed.

CHOENG!!

Peter Kent jumped when he heard the sound of broken bowls.

Thup!

He took a startled step back, fear filling his mind. Peter Kent felt the thud earlier like someone getting out of bed.

He trembled as he tried to grip the knife tighter, Peter Kent feeling that only the knife in his hand made him feel a little safer now.

The sound of heavy footsteps called out.

Thup!

Thup!

Thup!

Peter Kent felt like "she" was walking around him, trying to take a look at him little by little.

He didn't dare stop, chanting Ann Reed's name faster.

Ann Reed.

Ann Reed.

Ann Reed.

Peter Kent's breathing became more and more intense, his chest rose and fell continuously, wishing he could not breathe until his lungs exploded.

Horror was slowly creeping into his mind, it was a sweltering June day but he felt a chill to his bones.

The cold wind swirled around him like a poisonous snake slithering on his body.

Ann Reed

Ann Reed.

The 99th chant, Peter Kent immediately stopped, everything suddenly stopped.

The sound of heavy footsteps was gone. The wind like a venomous snake also dissipated as if nothing had happened.

The space once again fell into silence, only the sound of his heart beating like a battle drum, the sound of his breathing as if he was about to suffocate.

“Is it over…” Peter Kent thought in his heart, also a little excited.