Don't look at it, don't open it.
I am a haunted house sleep tester, specializing in live streaming of haunted houses to make money.
This time, the old house always heard the cry of a child in the early morning. Bai Ying was captured on the surveillance camera but the source could not be found.
The audience reminded me that there was a figure behind me, but when the video was played back, I was alone in the empty room.
After checking the old case files, I found that the only survivor of the massacre twenty years ago was named Chen Mo—my name.
The neighbor's old lady said in a trembling voice: "The child was made into a vegetative state by her mother and hid for two years..."
She suddenly stared at my neck: "The scar on the back of your neck is exactly the same as that of that child back then!"
I rushed home and dug out my childhood photo album. I was not in the family photos at all.
The date of the hospital diagnosis on the last page was clearly three days before the massacre.
My mother wrote on the back: "Don't be afraid, Mo Mo, mother will not let you go alone."
Suddenly there was the sound of a key turning outside the door, which was exactly the same time as when my mother came home from get off work twenty years ago.
