"Uncle, I'm here, Uncle!"
The voice was so faint and ethereal that I couldn't tell if it was Xiao Shun.
I set an alarm for 11:50 on my phone and slowly walked toward the source of the sound.
A putrid stench permeated the basement, as if something had been rotting in the darkness for a long time.
There was a yellow puddle on the ground and on the ceiling; it looked like grease.
This place has been abandoned for so long, not even homeless people come here, how could anyone possibly cook?
I rubbed it with the sole of my shoe and found that it was indeed oil, but it was corpse oil!
How many people died in this place back then?!
I walked along the corridor. The doors to the machine rooms on both sides were tightly closed, and every now and then I could hear a slight scratching sound, as if countless withered hands were frantically groping on the door panels.
I stopped and shone my phone's flashlight on one of the doors, where there seemed to be some blurry, dark red marks.
Continuing deeper, I came to an open space filled with all sorts of discarded junk.
Amidst the clutter, a small figure could be seen faintly.
"Xiao Shun, is that you?" I asked softly, slowly approaching.
When I got closer, I found that it was not Xiao Shun, but a pale-faced doll with empty eyes.
The doll was wearing a tattered children's outfit, and its hair was disheveled and scattered across its face.
It looks like the props that streamers used to bring to create entertainment value.
The moment I moved the doll away, the surrounding clutter suddenly began to shake violently, as if an invisible force was stirring everything up.
I steadied myself and calmly observed the surrounding movements.
I waited for almost two minutes but didn't see anything unusual.
The only unusual thing was the cold; it was much colder than before.
Where did that brat run off to?! I tightened my collar.
The elevator is out of service; you'll have to take the stairs.
I went up the stairs to the lobby on the first floor of the building.
The hall was filled with thick white fog, and visibility was extremely low. I could only make out the outlines of my surroundings with the light from my phone.
Suddenly, a strong feeling of being watched arose within me.
The feeling was incredibly strong, as if someone was watching me from the shadows.
"Xiao Shun, is that you? Come out quickly, stop playing and come home with your uncle!" I shouted in all directions.
There was still no response, but the feeling of being spied on only grew stronger.
I quickly turned my phone in the direction where someone was watching me.
There was nothing around, and the feeling of being spied on disappeared.
But as soon as I moved my phone away, that feeling came back.
This time it's stronger and closer.
If that 'person' was standing five meters away looking at me...
This time, it stood in the white mist less than two meters away from me.
I turned my phone back again, but there was still nothing there.
Is it just my imagination?
I moved my phone away as if possessed.
In that instant, I instinctively sensed danger, and the hairs on my body stood on end.
It's not an illusion!
I could really feel it right next to me, staring at me with its empty eyes.
Although I couldn't see it, the feeling was incredibly clear.
I didn't dare move the phone away again, afraid that if I did, it might climb on top of me.
Because of the feeling of being spied on, my phone can only project light in one direction to 'deter' it.
In this eerie white fog, I was no different from a half-blind person, and could only rely on my senses to carefully grope my way forward.
I was slowly moving forward when suddenly my fingertips touched a cold object.
I touched it gently, and it didn't feel like a table or any other metal object; instead, it felt like a person.
I asked softly, "Xiao Shun, is that you?"
But soon I realized something was wrong.
The touch didn't feel like a child's body; it felt more like a pair of legs, a pair of lifeless legs dangling in the air.
I instinctively stepped back.
But after taking less than two steps back, the back of his head bumped into something equally hard.
I was startled and reached back to feel for another pair of legs!
At that moment, I couldn't care less about the unknown threats that might be lurking in the darkness, and I quickly shone the light from my phone behind me.
Wherever the light reaches, the first thing that catches the eye is a pair of slender legs wearing black high heels.
The legs were suspended in mid-air, swaying slightly.
My gaze slowly moved upwards along her legs, and I saw a black professional short skirt, and above that, a white shirt that was slightly wrinkled from being pulled up.
Her collar was open, revealing a section of her pale neck.
A thick rope was deeply embedded in his flesh around his neck.
Her long hair cascaded down like a black waterfall, obscuring most of her face, with a few strands swaying gently in the dim light.
I raised the light upwards and finally saw her face clearly.
His face was deathly pale, as white as paper, but his lips were a strange bluish-purple, slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something but could not utter a sound.
Her eyes were wide open, her gaze vacant, staring straight at me.
Just as I was examining the female corpse, the thick, almost tangible fog around us quietly dissipated.
I held up my phone and looked around, only to realize that I was surrounded by female corpses hanging in mid-air.
Female employees dressed in business attire were suspended in mid-air in various contorted poses, like puppets being manipulated.
Some leaned forward, their hair dragging on the ground;
Some had their arms hanging down, like stiff pendulums;
Others had their feet intertwined, their bodies slowly spinning in the air.
The only thing they had in common was that their faces were all equally pale and terrifying.
Countless empty eyes stared straight at me.
Just then, I suddenly felt a cool, strange sensation on my neck, as if something wet and slippery was slowly crawling into my clothes.
I instinctively reached out and touched it; it was a string of long, thin strands of hair tangled together.
I instinctively looked up.
A woman with disheveled hair was hanging upside down in an extremely strange posture, her body twisting erratically in the air as if it were weightless.
Her disheveled hair danced wildly like a swarm of black snakes, with some strands clinging to her bloodless cheeks, making her face appear even more ghostly and terrifying.
Her eyes were wide open, staring straight at me. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted, as if an invisible force was pulling her and driving her to slowly crawl down towards me.
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