The farm was large, and they really had cows, sheep, and horses. It

was quiet and simple. It was rare to see such a western-style place. She took a walk in the woods in the afternoon.

There, she saw a strange old man.

He was chopping wood in the open space at the door of the wooden house. He

was really chopping.

The round wood was split by the axe and turned into pieces of firewood of uniform size. Then he picked up the wood and piled it firmly by the door, as if he really planned to use it someday.

"Hello." She greeted.

The old man had gray hair, but his muscles were still very strong. He looked at Jian Jing coldly: "Is there anything?"

Jian Jing asked: "I came here this morning, but the door was locked. Can I go in and take a look?"

The old man: "There's nothing to see."

Jian Jing said: "I'm curious about the setting of the haunted house and want to take a look."

The old man said: "Kelly is not here."

Jian Jing: "???"

The old man: "Remember, don't go into the woods at dusk."

Jian Jing thought he was an NPC and mistakenly thought of himself as a guest, but it was not true.

The old man continued to chop wood.

The triggering conversation ended? Jian Jing went around to the back and tiptoed to look inside.

The wooden house was not big, with an 80-centimeter wooden bed and a table. The walls were covered with newspapers from the past. The papers were deliberately made old, all yellow and brittle.

She was just looking around, but one of the star charts caught her attention.

The Big Dipper.

Do foreign countries also regard them as a separate star unit? Curious for a moment, she zoomed in with a telescope and took a closer look.

This time, she found it interesting.

The Big Dipper is called "Big Dipper" in English, but on the paper, it was written in pinyin "BeiDou".

There were also a few old newspapers.

A news report claimed that several teenagers were brutally killed in the woods, and strange letters were engraved on the bodies. It seemed to be some evil sect.

The date was 1992. There

were a few photos mixed in, which were already color photos, but the pixels were not good, so they didn't look so bloody and terrifying.

There was also a copy of the autopsy report.

The content claimed that a letter was cut out of the palm of each teenager's hand by a knife, namely PEESH.

Sheep.

In a corner not far away, there was a photo taken by a film camera. It was very blurry and looked like a candid photo. It was probably the profile of a strange man.

Below it was a related newspaper clipping: A few days ago, a fire broke out in the woods, causing heavy losses... Residents claimed to have seen a strange foreign man appear in the woods. He moved strangely and seemed to be asking about the owl... The police believed that this man might be related to the fire. If you find him, you can call the police station...

She was watching intently when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.

"Kelly, dusk is coming." The old man came over at some point and urged anxiously, "Go, don't let him catch you."

Jian Jing explained, "I'm not a guest, they haven't filmed here yet."

The old man was very serious, holding her arm tightly with his palm and pulling her outside: "Go!"

Jian Jing paused, realizing that he was mentally unwell: "Okay, I'll leave now." She turned and left, but before entering the path, she turned around and took a look.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the light in the forest suddenly dimmed.

The old man had hurried into the wooden house.

Jian Jing returned to the farm and found Robert, the owner of the farm and the designer of the haunted house.

"Hi, can you come in and chat?" She knocked on the door and signaled the busy person inside.

Robert is less than 30 years old, a YouTube celebrity and good at handicrafts. At this time, he was busy filming himself making a set of mini aquarium decorations.

Hearing the noise, he said without turning his head: "Come in, what's the matter?"

"I heard from the director that you completed the entire haunted house scene." Jian Jing went straight to the point, "I want to ask, where did the inspiration for the wooden house scene come from?"

Robert raised his head and held his glasses: "Are you interested in that? Is it interesting?" He put down the work at hand and continued with interest, "Oh, I remember your face. You also participated in the haunted house show. Do you have any suggestions for me?"

"No, I just think the content is too realistic, it doesn't seem to be fictional." Jian Jing smiled, "Where did you get the inspiration from?"

Robert was very interested: "I'm glad you think so. In fact, many scenes come from a place I visited in my childhood."

"Oh?" Jian Jing was very interested. "Are there also wooden houses and farms?"

"Yes, I often went to Reed's house when I was a kid, and encountered some interesting things there. I designed this work based on this inspiration." Robert rubbed his nose, his face full of pride.

Jian Jing said, "What interesting things? Can you tell me?"

Robert didn't appreciate her looks, but he was happy to share his work, otherwise he wouldn't have opened a channel to upload videos. Hearing her sincere question, he nodded and said, "Of course, they are just some hearsay rumors. I hope I won't disappoint you."

"True and false rumors are more interesting than perfect fictional stories." She said.

Robert smiled in agreement and talked to her about the inspiration for the haunted house.

As he said, everything started from childhood.

Old Reed, his grandfather, used to live in a place called Twilight Town, located at the border of Washington State and Canada. There are dense forests there, so some strange horror stories are often heard.

When Robert was a child, he lived in Reed's home for a while. What impressed him most was not learning to repair cars with his grandfather, nor meeting his first love, but that every time he approached the woods, the adults would tell him, "Don't go into the woods after dusk."

But the little brat, the more he was told not to do something, the more he wanted to do it.

At night, he pretended to sleep, turned off the lights, quietly climbed down from the window, and went to explore the woods with his new friends.

Then they got lost, as expected.

To make matters worse, a light drizzle began to fall.

A local friend said he knew a hunter's cabin where we could take shelter.

This was the prototype of the cabin on the farm. There were prepared dry food and quilts there. Several children lit a bonfire and wrapped themselves in blankets to keep warm.

Just as they were complaining to each other that they had taken the wrong path and didn't know what to do, strange calls came from the woods.

Faintly, it sounded like someone was talking.

"Damn it, why hasn't Laura come yet?"

"Ben, are you sure..."

"Where is Roger?" There

were about three people, and judging from their voices, they should be teenagers. They seemed to be arguing about something.

The little kids in the house looked at each other and poked their heads out to take a look.

It was a dark night with strong winds and heavy rain. They could not see anything.

After more than half an hour, the sound of rain became much quieter. Several children discussed whether to go back.

The child who brought them said that it would be very troublesome if they got lost again, and the forest was very dangerous at night. It would be better to wait until tomorrow morning to go back.

But another child disagreed: "Listen, if my mother can't see me in bed tomorrow morning, I will be dead."

It still hurts for a child around ten years old to be beaten.

The three friends started to argue. The one who led the way was determined not to go out. The one who wanted to go home said angrily that he knew the way and would rather go alone, but he would not recognize his brother from then on.

Robert had always lived in the city before and was unaware of the cruelty of the suburbs. He thought that since he was here for adventure, what was the point of staying here and waiting for the night?

So he expressed his willingness to go home with his friends.

The two of them walked back with flashlights. There was a rustling sound,

something was following them in the bushes. The friend was scared and asked with a trembling voice: "Do you know that someone died here before?" Robert didn't know. The friend said: "My good friend Bach's sister Laura and her friends...died in the woods, a total of five people, all dead, and the murderer has not been found yet." "Laura, Laura?" Robert's tongue was stuck, "The man just said..." The two panicked and quickened their pace. Chaos, it is easy to get into trouble. Robert didn't know if he stepped on the roots of the plants or his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he fell down without paying attention. At this moment, he saw a shadow deep in the forest. It was not a person, but a sheep. He was startled, rolled and crawled up, dragged his friend and ran out. Branches whipped his cheeks, cold raindrops fell on the back of his neck, and the ubiquitous low sound followed him all the time... He didn't remember how long he ran, but he knew that in the end, he returned to the cabin. The other little friend was gone. Not only was he gone, but the quilt and dry food were also nowhere to be seen, as if they had never existed at all. The two children looked at each other and never dared to go out again. This fright lasted until the next morning, when Reed and other parents called their names and looked for them everywhere. Robert ran out of the cabin: "Reed!" What followed was the usual beating of the children. He told Reed that the other little friend was missing. But Reed said that the boy had not gone out at all that night, and when he went to his house in the morning, he was getting ready to go to school. Robert knew that he had returned home on his own and pretended that he had not been out at night. He did not expose him, but in his heart he scolded him as a traitor and refused to play with him anymore. As for the little friend who "lived and died together" with him, of course, he was also taken home by his mother by the ear and punished not to go out. The two children did not dare to disobey in front of them, but after a few days, they forgot the lesson and began to discuss what happened that night. They checked the information and found that the five teenagers who died were named Roger, Theresa, Ben, Laura, and George. Three of the names matched the ones they heard that night. They wanted to know why three more Lauras, Ben and Roger were there, so they started their own investigation. It turned out that there were two Lauras and one Roger in the town's middle school, and recently a cousin of a classmate came here to visit relatives, and his name was Roger. In a word, it was a coincidence. Robert was disappointed, but also relieved. He returned to his parents at the end of the summer vacation. Many years passed, and he gradually forgot about this incident. Three years ago, Reed was in poor health, and his family went to visit him in Dusk Town. When he was chatting with his grandfather, he happened to mention this incident. Robert joked that this was his only adventure experience. But Reed said, "No, you don't know what you're getting into." Robert shrugged and admitted that he knew nothing about camping. He said that with his current outdoor experience, he could spend a month in the woods without any problem. Reed: "Don't go to that woods again. I warned you that it's a cursed woods." Robert, who had received a materialistic education, didn't believe it at all. Reed didn't say anything else. Later, Reed's disease was confirmed to be Alzheimer's, commonly known as senile dementia. Reed's parents decided to take him in and take care of him. When packing up, Robert found a diary in Reed's closet. Clippings, copies, photos, notes, all came from there. Robert rekindled his interest and investigated the 1992 case, confirming that the murderer had not been caught to date. He was an atheist and did not believe in the "evil spirits", "possession" and "curse" in the diary, but he found it very interesting. Based on this, he reproduced some scenes in Dusk Town and created the current haunted house.