A text message was received from a dead sister, “Beware of people in red.” I’m sorry.
I thought who was the prank.
Turn around, Mom’s wearing a red dress that doesn’t fit.
With a bone knife, she cut her flesh hard on the plate, bang, bang, and the sound of the flesh was very harsh.
Sister’s dead.
Her body was already in the ground, but I received her text message the same day.
Only three words on the text message.
“Beware of the man in red. I’m sorry.
“Mom’s food is available, but if you get human teeth, nails, hair, etc., please don’t tell Mom. I’m sorry.
“You must go home before 10:00 and you must go to bed! I’m sorry.
I feel weird.
The content of the text is absurd and warning.
My sister died and her cell phone was kept as a relic in a case under the bed.
But now, why did the phone text me?
I’ve got a little twitch in my heart.
Unless, this is the timed message you set before your sister died.
“Jon Joan, it’s time to eat. I’m sorry.
My dad’s voice came out suddenly and he sat on the couch in the living room and waved at me.
“Dad. I’m sorry.
I hesitated for a while and asked, “Didn’t you touch her phone after my sister died? I’m sorry.
Sister, make my dad wrinkle.
His face is weird: “What did you say? I’m sorry.
I bit my teeth: “Sister sent me a message. I’m sorry.
“What’s the message, show me? I’m sorry.
My dad got up and took my phone.
A few seconds later, he smiled on his face: “Maybe your sister’s phone number was stolen, don’t worry. I’m sorry.
“You really don’t have to worry. I’m sorry.
My dad read it again, like he did.
Then he smiled and picked up the fork on the table and shoved it in his throat!
He committed suicide suddenly and conclusively and with great force, the throat was pierced by an iron fork.
Dad! I’m sorry.
I jumped at him and screamed.
Red blood sprung out of my father’s throat, he fell on the couch and had a faint smile on his face.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
My mom smelled coming from the kitchen.
The moment I saw her, my pupils shrunk.
My mom’s… she’s wearing a red dress!
But normally, she’s very sick of red, and not even the goods of her family.
“Beware of those in red. # I don’t know #
The news is in my mind again.
I sweated cold in my back, and I didn’t even notice my mom.
“How did your father die? I’m sorry.
My mom didn’t have any grief on her face, and her voice didn’t change.
It was not her husband who died, but the wildcats and dogs on the road.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.
And I left my heart, and I shook my head: “Dad asked me to eat, and when I came out, he committed suicide.” I’m sorry.
Investigators will be here soon.
They were wearing a strange red-blooded long skirt when they were male.
My mom said my dad died of depression because of stress.
She’s lying!
My dad wasn’t depressed. He told me this morning he was taking me for a swim this weekend!
I said, “No! My dad, he…
“What’s wrong with him?”
The investigator stopped the pen and looked at me.
I lost my voice and my heart jumped out of my chest!
The investigators changed, and his face was stretched and his eyes were separated from the temple, as weird as a snake head.
“Why aren’t you talking?”
And his head was not moving, and he was tilted and he was staring at me with his tanned eyes, and he looked at me, “Please continue to add! I’m sorry.
“My dad’s… he’s really depressed. He always wants to kill himself. I’m sorry.
I said that with my skin.
The investigators nodded at the faceless location and put my father ‘ s body in a body bag and moved downstairs.
They carried the body in a smooth-moving position.
As we turned around the stairs, I saw a thick, oily tail under their red skirts.
And I looked up, and my breath was rushing, and my hands and feet were shaking.
The world is changing.
From the moment I got the text from my dead sister, the world became strange and weird.
“It’s almost dinner time. I have to prepare dinner for your sister. I’m sorry.
My mom turned around and headed towards the kitchen.
Through the door stitches, I saw her head down and cut her flesh on the plate with a bone knife.
It doesn’t look like pork, it’s thin, fat, gray and white, like it’s been frozen in the fridge for a long time.
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
I ran out of the house with my ears.
It’s going to rain, and it’s going to be dusty.
There’s a lot of people in the neighborhood, some walking dogs, some watering flowers and some playing pegs.
But without exception, they were dressed in red.
When I passed by them, I had a gruesome feeling.
These people seem to be doing their job.
But their eyes have been watching me.
As I move, their eyes move!
The little girl who jumped the grid was even more exaggerating, she was bowing, but her face turned to me almost 180 degrees!
My back was cold and sweaty.
Sister, what are you doing?
All of a sudden, it’s coming out with a sweet sound.
My sister came towards me with a hairy doll bag: “Why don’t you go home when it’s dark?” I’m sorry.
I was worried about my sister.
She’s not wearing red, she’s wearing a white princess dress.
I’m relieved, “Dad is dead and Mom is not normal.” I’m sorry.
“Did Dad see that text? I’m sorry.
“How do you know? I’m sorry.
She also sent me a message. I’m sorry.
The sister raised her hand, and she clicked a few times on the children’s watch, and a line appeared on the little screen.
“When Dad saw the text I sent you, he would kill himself. I’m sorry.
“He died out of non-compliance with the rules. I’m sorry.
“If you do not respect the rules, you will die!” I’m sorry.
Rules?
Did the three messages from my sister are the rules of life?
“What time is it?” I’m sorry.
The sister was a little confused and she quit texting and showed 9:59 minutes on the watch master interface.
Run! I’m sorry.
I yelled, and I took my sister to my house.
My sister’s last message highlighted the need to go home to sleep before 10:00!
My house is on the third floor, so as long as we run fast, we can keep the rules on time.
But I’ve only run two stairs, and I feel my feet like lead, so heavy that I can lift it.
“Sister, why are you getting heavy? I’m sorry.
I looked back, and I saw a creepy scene.
The doll behind her back became a bloody baby face!
“What’s wrong, sister? My sister doesn’t know, so look at me.
“Nothing. Let’s run! I’m sorry.
I turned my head and I stopped thinking about that wrinkled baby face.
“Aah!”
The sister suddenly screamed.
I saw the baby lying on her body and chewed on her shoulder.
Her sister’s white skirt became red, and her blood fell on the concrete stairs.
I understand that this horrible baby must be preventing me and my sister from coming home.
“It hurts. I’m sorry.
My sister threw my hand away, and she sat down with a painful look on her shoulder: “I won’t run away!” I’m sorry.
“No way!”
My nerves are stringed and my sister yells, “We’ll die if we don’t run!” I’m sorry.
“I’m in pain. I’m gonna die. “Sister shakes her head and breathes.
I looked up and looked at the house with one stairwell left.
There were no lights in the house, and the red paint door was opened out, as deep as a black hole.
“Sister, you go first. I’m sorry.
My sister was crying and shaking her shoulder, trying to get something off her body.
But the baby’s like welded to death in her skin.
“Don’t delay here! I’m sorry.
I raised my hand and for the first time hit my sister’s face.
My sister stood up in pain and pushed me in the red eye.
I fell to the ground, and my palm was crushed by cement.
The pain provoked my anger, and I didn’t say anything to my sister, and I told her to run.
Dad’s dead, Mom’s changed, and I really don’t want my only sister dead.
When we got up to the third floor, the lights were on.
Dark light falls at the door of the house, and it is about possible to see a pair of feet in a red dress.
It’s a pair of pairs, unshoeed feet, white feet, like sheep’s feet, white as hell.
I grabbed my sister’s hand with my scalp and ran in.
Pop.
The lights are on.
Under the jab light, my mother was wearing a red dress, barefoot and a plate without an expression.
“Eat and eat.” I’m sorry.
The things on the plate were meat, cut into a piece of thin, piled up in pieces.
“Mom, we’re going to bed. I’m sorry.
I took my sister to the bedroom.
Lying in a big, soft bed, I closed my eyes and breathed.
Fortunately, in the last minute, we ran into the house and laid down in bed in accordance with the text message rules.
At this point, I believe in the rules.
Because, when we got home, I saw the baby with her back turned into a doll with a braid.
The sister’s shoulder also showed no signs of bleeding.
Sister…
My sister was lying down and whispered.
I rushed to put my hand on her lips and made a sign of silence.
Sister didn’t talk.
I spread out her palms and wrote in her palm: “Remember my sister’s text!” # I don’t know #
The third sentence of my sister’s text message is: ‘To come home by 10:00, to go to bed! # I don’t know #
As long as we sleep, there’s no danger tonight.
At that point, there was a twisting and cracking sound.
I’m not new to that voice.
When I eat my mother’s chicken feet, I break the chicken’s feet, so that the bones inside will pierce the flesh and then eat the bonesless chicken’s feet.
But now, the sound of bones and skin is so hard, it’s like the human bones are separated…
The cold sweat began to wrap my forehead around my sister’s hand and I couldn’t relax.
“Sister. I’m sorry.
My sister spoke again, and her voice was muted, filled with fear and pain: “My watch is one minute behind the standard time. I’m sorry.
I’ve got a little twitch in my heart.
In other words, we didn’t press the dot before 10:00.
So now my weird voice is a punishment for our non-compliance?
No! No!
No, the punishment is never that light.
Because my sister’s bones are gone.
I held her hand, but all of a sudden, the bone in her hand disappeared.
Her palm touched me, soft, like a plastic glove with warm water.
I was so scared, I was so busy touching my sister’s stomach, arm, shoulder…
Without exception, there were no traces of the presence of any hard bones under her skin.
I was scared to open my eyes.
I saw a body lying next to me.
This body, which was emptied of bones, looked like a human pelvis wrapped in water and collapsed into a bed.
She’s my sister.
At this point, she is as beautiful as ever and her face is gushing like sand, covering up the five officials and looking twisted and soft.
“Sister. I’m sorry.
The sister tried to keep her eyes open, and the piled flesh finally showed a black stitch.
That’s her black eye.
She said, “Don’t believe it.”
She’s not finished.
Pop.
It’s coming in with a snap.
The shape of the flower on the ceiling has fallen.
Impartiality hit on the sister’s head.
Red blood and white brain puffs fell on me…
I screamed and fainted.
When I woke up again, my sister’s body disappeared.
The house was clean, there were no traces of blood, and there was no terrible blood on my body.
I raised my head and the lights were hanging over the ceiling.
The sister is gone.
I was staring at that lamp, but I felt strange.
My sister and I went to bed at 10:01, but why?
After a long period of reflection, I realized that the time stipulated in the last words rule was not an objective time, but a time determined by the clock in my own subconscious.
I always thought I was home at 10:00, so nothing happened to me.
But she was the one who knew, and she was heartless, so she was killed by an invisible hand in the rules.
Scrambling, a strong smell of barbecue.
It smells from the kitchen.
I stood up, and I saw my mom turn her back on me and flipped the meat.
She had black hair and bare feet and red nail polish on her toenails.
But fortunately, my mom is wearing a white dress.
Like a sister in a white dress.
“Your sister is dead. I’m sorry.
My mom’s cold.
She’s got an eye in the back of her head and I’m looking at her.
I held the doorknob in my hand so I couldn’t get too close to her: “How did I die?” I’m sorry.
“You should know very well. I’m sorry.
My mom twisted her head and looked at me.
Her face was weird and her eyes were red and red, and it looked like she was suffering for a long time because her sister died.
But instead, her lips were red lipstick.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.
I shook my head, “I fell asleep and didn’t know how my sister died. I’m sorry.
“The light fell down and smashed her head.” I’m sorry.
The blood plasma sprayed on my face, and it came out of my brain.
I grabbed the fingers of the doorknob, shivering with some control: “Sister is dead, but why is there no blood in the bed, and why is there no trace of death in the family?” I’m sorry.
“You’ve been asleep for two days, and I’m afraid you’ll wake up sad, so I’ve cleaned up everything. I’m sorry.
My mother paused and suddenly she reached out and touched my head: “Did you get hungry after two days of sleep?” Go sit down in the living room. I’ll get you dinner later. I’m sorry.
Her hands are not cold, warm, touching my head makes my nose sour.
I want to cry.
One day, I lost my father and sister.
She seems to be acting like a normal family member, making me feel like I’m in love with a familiar mother again.
“Dumb boy, wash your hands and get ready for dinner. I’m sorry.
My mom hit me a little bit.
I went to the broom and broke the tap.
When water fell on my hands, my eyes shrunk.
My mom lied to me!
I didn’t even sleep for two days!
I might have slept for a few minutes!
Because I was pushed on the ground by my sister, and my palm was rubbed in blood!
But my sister died. How could she clean up the room in a few minutes?
Bump.
I think of something even worse.
I slept for a few minutes.
That means I did not follow the rule of my sister’s last words.
After 10:00, I didn’t go to bed!
My scalp went numb.
The impact of the death of my father and sister in front of my eyes continues to appear in my mind.
And the next second, I turned my head and went back to the bedroom, and I closed my eyes.
According to the loopholes in the rules.
As long as I subconsciously believe I went to bed before 10:00, I’ll be fine.
So I kept my eyes closed and I kept telling myself.
It’s 9:00. I’m going to bed.
I keep saying these words in my heart.
It seems to be working.
I didn’t hear anything.
My body doesn’t feel any pain either.
I’m relieved.
Relaxed, it seemed easier to sleep, I fell asleep…
When I opened my eyes again, there was a face with a long neck, staring at me dead.
“Aah!”
I screamed and strung to the inside of the bed.
“Are you awake?”
My mother’s eyes were so glamorous, red lips so thin, laughing.
I didn’t answer her.
Because she’s wearing a red dress again.
This dress is more red than ever, as if you could touch blood with a little touch.
“Beware of those in red! # I don’t know #
The rule is almost out of my throat.
I looked at my mother with vigilance and feared that she would pull a knife out of me and cut me.
But she didn’t.
With her bare hands and smiles on her face, she has nothing to fear except to wear red clothes.
“Jean, you’re hungry. I’m sorry.
She looked at my belly and said, “It’s time for you to eat.” I’m sorry.
She used the tone of the statement.
She was sure what had not happened.
But I’m not hungry!
And We choked upon her and cried out to her: “I am hungry, it is time to eat.” I’m sorry.
“Aah!”
I’m strutting my mouth.
What I’m trying to say is, you go, I’m going to bed.
When my hands touched my lips, I again felt the wounds of losing the protection of my skin, with a small sting.
I was desperate to realize.
The time has not gone too long.
I couldn’t fool myself, so the punishment of the rules began to fall on me.
“Come on, let’s eat. I’m sorry.
My mom smiled and reached out to me.
Her hands are white too, white enough to be bloodless, like the flesh of an animal.
I’d love to turn her down.
But my body no longer belongs to my brain.
I put my hand in her hand.
And I cried, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.
So my hands and my feet followed her to the living room, but my head turned back and I didn’t want to go half.
Every step, I feel like I’m on the tip of a knife.
Obviously, the living room must be dangerous.
But I can’t help myself!
At this moment, I experienced my father’s despair with a knife and fork in his throat.
I’m sure he was manipulated by unknown forces and forced to commit suicide.
What about the sister?
My sister must have suffered too.
The bones attached to the skin, the hard-boiled skin, should hurt.
My tears fall upon me like a severing embankment, and My garments are wet.
Dad, sister, I think I’ll be with you soon.
There’s a lot of food on the dining table in the living room.
Quite a colorful vase.
Noodles, whiteballs, seaweeds…
“Sit down. I’m sorry.
Mom pulled the chair and suggested I sit down.
My body behaved as it should, but my face was filled with fear and discomfort.
“It’s time to eat. I’m sorry.
My mom got me a bowl of seaweeds full of laces.
I pick up chopsticks and put a little thread in my mouth.
Then I ate a hair…
The moment when soft seaweeds entered the mouth, it became a strong hairwire.
That’s what I expected.
The second sentence of the rule is very clear: “Mom’s food can be eaten, but if you eat human teeth, nails, hair, etc., please don’t tell Mom. # I don’t know #
I chewed this hair line repeatedly.
It doesn’t make me feel long.
Like a sister.
My heart is too late to grieve for my sister, and I am only reminiscent of the rules.
It seems dangerous, but it is flawed.
The rules say that I ate the food I shouldn’t eat, and I don’t tell Mom, but I don’t know if I want to eat.
That means I can spit.
“Why don’t you swallow it? I’m sorry.
My mother looked at me like she saw through all my thoughts and kept staring at me.
To match her, my mouth chews faster.
But I can’t swallow.
She said again, like rushing: “Did I cook bad? Why don’t you swallow it? I’m sorry.
Her voice was calm, but it was like a rush, and I was so restless.
“Swallow it. I’m sorry.
Her words are beginning to be confusing again.
I am silent and have no idea what to do except to speed up chewing.
My mother put some sea ribbons in her mouth, and she put it in her mouth: “It’s really good, swallow it.” I’m sorry.
When she said that, her eyes were with his wings and her voice was full of tears.
She’s begging me to eat!
My brain flashed and suddenly realized something.
“I’ve worked so hard for so long, don’t you want to eat me?” I’m sorry.
My mother changed her tone again, with anger in her eyes and threats: “You must eat it!” I’m sorry.
I still haven’t done it.
Now I understand.
She’s been manipulating me with words, but actually she can’t force me to eat.
“I ate seaweed. I’m sorry.
I was staring at her, testing her.
“It tastes good, right?”
My mother put seaweed in her mouth again, and she grew up chewing on her mouth and making the sound of Zlach.
Look at her face as if she wasn’t eating hair, but it was real seaweed.
In this moment, I found a loophole in the rules.
The rule is to eat human teeth, hair, nails, and not tell Mom.
Well, what if I told Mom that I ate seaweed?
If I eat sea ribbons, I can spit it out in the light of my mother!
“Not good. I’m sorry.
“They are hard and I can’t eat them.” I’m sorry.
After that, I’m like a prisoner before death, filled with uncertainty about death.
My mom was staring at me.
Her face began to distort, with the curtains and lips plunging down, with large whites and white teeth embedded in her lips.
I just found out that her teeth are terrible.
Both her upper and lower teeth were reduced to a penetrating triangle, which was sharp in the form of steel saws, which, like steel saws, bit each other closely.
And now she stares at me, and her lips are closed: “You must eat!” I’m sorry.
My mother looked like a beast, as if she could come up and bite my neck at any time.
I was scared that my mouth had stopped chewing and my heart was pounding.
But I didn’t promise her.
Tell me to eat my sister’s hair.
My hand grabbed the fork on the table.
As long as she comes at me, I won’t hesitate to stick a fork in her mouth!
I just want to live.
I just want to live in this freaky world.
I looked at my mom for a long time.
All of a sudden, she took away the horrible looks of the past and became like, “If it’s not good, then eat it.” I’m sorry.
When she finished, she stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
I was in a hurry to throw up my hair.
It’s strange to say that when I threw up, what fell into my hand became a green sea ribbon.
I hid it in my pocket, side by side, looking to the kitchen.
My mom’s got a crotch in the frying pan.
She’s trying to get me a slice of meat.
She was so slow, she fell in my eyes.
What I’m thinking is, I didn’t follow the ten o’clock rule. Why am I still alive?
I thought my mother’s presence would make me eat my hair and I’d die from eating it.
But because I turned my mother down, did I live?
“You’ll love mountain medicine. I’m sorry.
My mother appeared in front of me naked and silent as I thought about it.
She had in her hands a white platinum plate with a piece of crystallized mountain medicine.
My pupils shrunk.
I saw her in the plate. How come she’s a potion?
My mother put a chopstick in my mouth and put it in my mouth, “Eat, eat!” I’m sorry.
“Go away!”
I stood up and waved her: “I don’t want to eat!” I’m sorry.
Pop.
The food fell on the ground with the chopsticks, making a snap.
When it touched the floor, it was once again roasted with fat.
This scene, it gives me an incredible idea.
Maybe this weird world that I live in is a regular world.
Just like I watched Truman’s World, the world that Truman lived.
Everyone he met, everything, even a dog, was fixed.
And that explains why, after my sister died, when I opened my eyes, everything in the house was as good as ever.
Because my world is a fixed world.
So every time I close my eyes and open my eyes, I live in the same circumstances as before.
Truman was the first to notice that the world in which he lived was different, with a light falling from the sky, and that something was not right.
I realized something was wrong, starting with the last words of three years after my sister died.
Since then, everything I’ve come into contact with has become strange and terrible.
My thoughts explain my doubts.
But I feel even more horrible, even cold sweat.
In movies, Truman’s life is constantly being watched.
Well, I’m moving right now, and I’m probably being watched, or some kind of monster.
“How can you throw food? I’m sorry.
My mother looked at me in a gruesome way, and she picked it up and threw it in the trash, and she sent it to my mouth again with the meat.
“Go away!”
The thought of me being watched, trapped in this terrible cage.
I couldn’t help but control fear and anger and yell at her.
And then I saw my mom smiling and she took the fork…
“Beware of people in red.”
This rule warns me again.
I jumped in my temple, and I couldn’t wait to slap myself right now.
My mother was in red, she was dangerous, and I let my temper go and yell at her.
“Jean, don’t eat if you don’t want to. I’m sorry.
My mother lifted her fork, and she was still smiling, so she could smile on her lips, and it was so gross.
“You stay back!”
I stood up, holding a knife and fork, and pointed at her, “I will kill you!” I’m sorry.
“Don’t eat, don’t eat. I’m sorry.
My mom said that again.
Then she put her fork in her throat.
As her father did when she died, she committed suicide, and she didn’t fall in love.
Her blood sprayed on me, stiffed my body.
I sat on the floor, staring at the blood coming out of her throat.
Her blood is so red, so dirty, so true.
In front of me, she was bleeding and turned from a living to a dead body.
I looked around, and the family was so sweet, I was alone.
In the large house, the white light was radiantly radiant to the red body.
But I’m not so scared anymore.
I’ve realized that my mother’s death is inevitable.
I live in a world of rules, and my living rule is to watch out for the red, not to tell my mother about eating human tissue and sleeping by 10:00.
Well, my dad, my sister, my mom, they must have their own rules.
Maybe my dad’s living rule is that I never see text messages.
Because I saw text messages, so I made rules for my dad’s people, or the invisible ghost forced my dad to commit suicide.
My sister’s rules of life, perhaps, will never allow me to go home to sleep before 10:00.
As a result, she deliberately changed the watch by one minute and refused to go upstairs and even pushed me.
But I dragged her and forced her to go upstairs.
She did not complete her mission, so the punishment for her death was to die of bones.
My mom’s life rule is easier, which is to make me eat her cooking anyway.
But I didn’t eat.
So she killed herself with a knife and a fork.
After a cool analysis, I looked at the body and stood up and went to the window.
It still looks like it’s going to rain outside.
She’s downstairs and she’s in red.
She had only a few positions, draught flowers in a rigid manner and looked in one direction with her eyelids.
Another woman, who walks a dog, holds a dog rope in her hand, holds a cell phone in her hand, and from time to time she looks at her cell phone, and from time to time falls down and touches the dog, and then looks in one direction with her eyelids.
The little girl who jumped in the grid, who had been beating back and forth in the numbers 7.8.9, kept her head upside-down and her eyes were staring in one direction.
They’re like a puppet who can only do three or four moves.
And that direction they were staring at was where I was running to stop.
I thought maybe I was a puppet too.
It’s just, maybe I’m a little more than they are.
I began to fully understand that I was in a strange world of horror.
Knock, knock.
At that time, the door was ringing…
The knock was in an orderly and unstable manner.
It’s familiar. It’s a static knock.
I didn’t go to the door.
When my dad died, someone came knocking.
The knocker was the investigator.
I was terrified and didn’t think why the investigators would come.
Now, I think the regular program position in the minds of these investigators must have been a dead man in my house, and they must have come.
When my dad died, my mom opened the door.
Now my mom’s dead.
I want to see what the investigators outside will do.
Are they going to knock, or are they going to knock and leave?
A few minutes later, I didn’t expect it, but I did.
I saw the red door opening automatically.
Two men in red dress came in.
Their faces are normal, their faces are flat, and they still look like one at this moment.
When they came in, they asked me, “How did she die? I’m sorry.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t say a word.
The profile of the investigators remains unchanged.
A few minutes later.
The investigator with the pen suddenly dropped it and he turned around and looked at me.
He said, “What happened to your mother? I’m sorry.
I was surprised to see it again, even if I was prepared to see it once again, when it was stretched and the face of the temple had eyes.
I covered the pounding heart and looked in his eyes at his record book.
It’s empty, and there’s no writing left.
“Why aren’t you talking?”
Just like when my father died, the investigators repeated their positions and tone, staring at me with their terrible brown eyes: “Please continue to add!” I’m sorry.
I took a deep breath.
More certain, I’m in a world in fixed formats.
And when I thought of it, I held on to my fork, and cried, “Get the fuck out of my house! I’m sorry.
The investigator did not nod his head this time.
This time, they didn’t carry my mother’s body away.
They’re starting to get ugly.
The sound of hissing cracks.
I saw their skin broken, showing a big, black snake head.
Screeching is increasing, increasing and becoming more visible.
Their red skirts fall off.
A few seconds later, they became a giant snake with black light.
Right now, snake eyes are staring at me dead.
That’s the way animals look at people.
I took a step back and held the fork tight: “Don’t come near me! I’m sorry.
Honestly, it’s just my dying resistance.
It’s not long, it’s only two meters, but it’s thick and half a metre thick.
Besides, two.
By contrast, my fork is ridiculous.
The snakes had a big mouth, and they started squealing at me.
The smell of stench in its mouth makes my hands and feet shake and my subconscious closes my eyes.
But for a long time, I was not threatened.
When I opened my eyes, the house was clean and clean and Mom’s body was long gone.
I was suddenly very tired.
Go to sleep.
When I woke up, the message came from the phone.
It was a text message sent to me after three years of death.
“Beware of the man in red. I’m sorry.
“Mom’s food is available, but if you get human teeth, nails, hair, etc., please don’t tell Mom. I’m sorry.
“You must go home before 10:00 and you must go to bed! I’m sorry.
I looked up and I took my phone out of the bedroom.
I saw my dad waving at me for dinner.
This time, I looked into it and didn’t say anything about sister texting.
But when I approached him, he killed himself with a fork.
And then, again, the scene I went through last time.
My sister died of bone.
My mother died with a fork and fork.
I don’t know.
My life begins to repeat.
Every day, family members die before me.
After their death, the house furniture was again clean and clean.
I don’t know.
I can’t take it anymore.
I’ll break my sister’s last words.
I was not careful about the red man.
Eat your hair.
It’s hard to sleep after 10:00.
But I’m still safe.
My family is still dying before my eyes.
The world’s worst, not dead.
It’s your loved ones, over and over and over again, dying in your face!
I’ve had enough of the cycle of death!
I don’t know.
When Mom’s blood was sprayed on my face again, I put a knife in my throat!
I laughed when I fell on the floor.
Finally, it’s over…
When I open my eyes again.
My body became a compound metal.
A group of people in research costumes are watching me with excitement.
They say they finally made it.
They finally created the first robot in the world to have a human brain.
I asked them, “I’m a robot.” I’m sorry.
When I opened my mouth, my voice was mechanical, formatted, and there was no noise.
“You’re the hero of the horror game “The House of Horror Death” and our researchers have found that you have a subjective mind in this game and are not manipulated by the game owners. I’m sorry.
“The game company told us about this, so we designed a single-cycle horror scene for you. I’m sorry.
“When you break the rules and officially jump out of a scene of terror, it means you have a human mind. I’m sorry.
A man with glasses snapped on my shoulder: “We took your mind out and put it in the robot’s brain. I’m sorry.
“From now on, you’ll be the best robot, and you’ll be able to identify without distinction any man’s command. I’m sorry.
I’m scared again.
I thought I jumped out of a creepy world.
But I didn’t realize that I had returned to a bigger, more horrible world.
We said: “I do not want to.” I’m sorry.
The man’s face fell down at once: “That’s not for you. I’m sorry.
I saw the computer all around.
The scene was played on the computer, and I went through my dad, my sister, my mom.
I understood immediately.
This group of scientists is producing me in bulk.
Once I break the rules, get out of the cycle, and kill myself, my mind will be taken out of the computer by these people and put it in the head of a robot.
My heart is convulsed, so sad and desperate.
“I am I, an individual, not to serve you.” I’m sorry.
My voice still hasn’t changed.
But I ran towards the computer.
The computer was broken, and the cries of scientists were heard.
They’re stopping me from breaking my computer.
But I will not allow my life to be manipulated.
Then someone pushed the switch and ripped my head off.
I can’t move, I’m starting to look dark in front of me.
Between the total disappearance of consciousness.
I heard them say, “This is too wild. We should go to the subject of the game of terror and add a submissive and obeying command.” I’m sorry.
Record number: YXA1GwJPBo9SL34zeOmi0l02
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
