The moment the camera's red light came on, the temperature of the entire old house dropped five degrees.
Liu Qianjin huddled behind the props group and rubbed the goosebumps on his arms. He was temporarily hired to take over the job early this morning - the original set manager was so hungry that the director yelled in the group, "Whoever can come will earn 800 yuan a day." He signed up while biting his instant noodles fork.
"Get ready!" The director held up the loudspeaker, "Three, two, one - start!"
Popular little girl Lin Weiwei held up a selfie stick and smiled sweetly at the camera: "Babys, we have now entered the famous 'Haunted House No. 7' In Jiangcheng! I heard that a massacre occurred here ten years ago..."
The aisle behind her was dark.
Liu Qianjin stared at the monitoring screen and frowned. When the camera panned just now, he seemed to see... A figure at the window on the second floor?
"Maybe it's dazzling." He muttered, lowering his head to check the walkie-talkie in his pocket.
The screams suddenly exploded.
Not the kind arranged in the script - a real throat-piercing, bloody scream.
Snowflakes on all screens simultaneously.
"What's going on?!" The director jumped up, "Electrician! Where is the electrician?!"
The chandelier on the ceiling began to shake wildly, and the light bulbs exploded one after another. Darkness flooded in, swallowing up the flashlight's light.
