The haunted house met a ghost.

Many young people like to play in haunted houses. They like the adventure here and the weirdness here. But if one day you meet a real ghost in a haunted house, what will it be like? ...

Wang Zihao had great courage since he was a child. He likes watching ghost movies, listening to ghost stories and collecting everything related to the supernatural. After going to college, Wang Zihao even found a job that most people dare not do: going to the haunted house in the amusement park was scary.

The salary of this job in Wang Zihao is not high, but Wang Zihao likes this thrilling feeling. Whenever I see those tourists screaming in horror. He will have a sense of accomplishment in his heart. He is not afraid of the darkness of the haunted house, because he always believes that he can compete with real ghosts. However, something happened not long ago, which made Wang Zihao resolutely choose to leave. Because he met ... in a haunted house.

It was a cold weekend, and the playground was still lively as usual. The same is true of haunted houses. Many children and young people come in to play. Wang Zihao beat a bandaged mummy today and hid in a coffin near the haunted house exit. Prepare to wait until the tourists let their guard down and suddenly jump out to scare them.

However, today's Wang Zihao seems to be in a bad state. I haven't fully recovered from a cold and fever not long ago. The doctor told him to have a good rest. However, at the weekend, Wang Zihao dragged his sick body to work. This serious big boy really likes this job. Therefore, he would rather feel uncomfortable and insist on coming to work.

However, obviously, because of illness, coupled with the cold weather, the temperature is low. Wang Zihao kept coughing, so he opened the hot water cup he had with him and took some cold medicine. Then put on the down jacket. Lying in a coffin. Under the action of drugs, Wang Zihao felt feverish and flushed. There is a feeling that he wants to sleep, although he tries to cheer up and remind himself that he is working and can't sleep. But the eyelids are still fighting. At last he closed his eyes and fell asleep. ...

I don't know how long I slept. When Wang Zihao woke up, it was quiet outside and there was no sound at all. Wang Zihao gently pushed the coffin plate open a crack and poked his head out to look at it carefully. It turned out to be completely dark.

"My God, why did you sleep so long?" Wang Zihao took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. It turns out it's past 1 1 p.m. The playground is closed. Needless to say, other colleagues who play ghosts in haunted houses have already left work. I slept in a daze all day and didn't eat lunch or dinner.

Wang Zihao ran to the door of the haunted house with a little luck. As a result, as he imagined, the iron gate at the door had been locked by the administrator, and he couldn't get out at all.

Wang Zihao some reluctantly shook his head. To tell the truth, it's the first time that he has fallen into such an isolated predicament. I don't feel well. I have no food or water to drink. Still trapped in this cold and dark haunted house, if it reaches the ears of classmates and tutors, it will definitely be regarded as a joke.

Wang Zihao decided to use sleep to paralyze himself, because once people fall asleep, they will feel that time passes quickly and will not feel any hunger and discomfort. Wang Zihao touched his forehead. He seems to have a worse fever because of his cold. His forehead is as hot as a baked sweet potato.

"Ask the tutor to take a vacation tomorrow and go to the hospital for two injections to reduce the fever!" Wang Zihao forcibly wrapped down jacket in the body. He went back to the big coffin where he stayed all day. Quietly opened the lid of the coffin. He closed his eyes slowly, trying to make himself fall asleep quickly. But less than half a minute after I closed my eyes, Wang Zihao suddenly heard the sound of "banging" in my ear. Although the voice is not big, it really scared Wang Zihao into a cold sweat. Because this voice is the voice of the coffin board. Someone is knocking on the lid of the coffin!

"What, this, this is impossible!" Wang Zihao's nerves suddenly tightened. Is there anyone else in this haunted house besides himself?

Wang Zihao pulled open the coffin lid, turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone and took pictures outside. But it's quiet outside. There's nothing.

"Did I hear you wrong?" Wang Zihao scratched his head in some confusion. Also, after all, this is a haunted house, a place where people feel depressed and uneasy, not to mention a sick person. In the case of a fever, auditory hallucinations are inevitable.

Wang Zihao heaved a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes and was about to close the lid and go back to sleep. Suddenly, Wang Zihao felt something cold touch his right hand. This time, he really felt it and really existed. That thing seems to be something like a human hand.

Wang Zihao suddenly opened his eyes, turned on the flashlight at the same time, and quickly took a photo in the right hand direction. In the dim light, Wang Zihao found a little boy about seven or eight years old standing beside him. He wore a small cotton cap, lowered his head and put his cold little hand on his hand.

"Strange, here, how can have children? I didn't see anything just now. Where did he come from? " Wang Zihao although a little confused, but hanging heart finally relaxed a little. He gently pushed the boy away and asked in a low voice, "Where are you from, little friend?" Why are you still here so late? "

The little boy did not answer. He still stood motionless with his head down.

"Where are your parents? Why did you stay alone in the haunted house? " Wang Zihao sat up and continued to ask the boy. But the little boy, like casting pearls before swine, always stood still and turned a deaf ear to Wang Zihao's questioning.

At this moment, Wang Zihao suddenly felt something was wrong. He slowly reached out and took off the boy's cotton cap. ...

"ah!" When Wang Zihao took off that hat, the sight immediately scared the shit out of him. By the dim light. Wang Zihao saw that the boy's head was rotten and full of holes. The pus is overflowing, and the glistening maggots dare not crawl around in the hole. It's disgusting.

Just then, the boy slowly raised his head. He stared at Wang Zihao with empty eyes. Corners of the mouth with a horrible smile. ...

Wang Zihao couldn't stand this sudden terror any longer and suddenly fainted.

The next day, the staff of the haunted house found Wang Zihao lying in the haunted house when they went to work. He has a high fever and his forehead is burning. Everyone rushed him to the hospital. Frightened, Wang Zihao stayed in the hospital for half a month before barely recovering. After his recovery, Wang Zihao resigned from his temporary job in the haunted house. He didn't dare to stay in the haunted house any more, because he was afraid of meeting that terrible "boy" one day. ...

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