"What about the ending of the story?" After Xiao Fan finished telling his story, everyone was a little dissatisfied.
"To be specific, your story is not a story at all. For example, the one about Feng is more deceptive and clueless. What about the woman at the end? You have never met her again?"
"I already said this is a true story, so there is no ending." Xiao Fan said.
And just as a few people were discussing, they clearly heard another strange sound.
The sound seemed to come from the dark staircase not far to the left.
Just listen.
Crunch...crunch...
Crunch...crunch...
There was a frightening sound in the wooden stairwell, which... was clearly like the sound of footsteps.
No one dared to look away. This time, even Xiang Kuo, who was extremely brave, suddenly became intimidated. There was almost no sound in the room. The creaking of old wooden boards also stopped abruptly.
Several people looked at each other, and everyone's pupils were dilated, and everyone's nerves were tense.
However, no one moved. They were all waiting for someone to go out and check the wind to see if this was haunted or not!!
"Xiao Fan, go and take a look." Unexpectedly, Xiang Kuo pointed at Xiao Fan.
Aren't you pretty awesome? Why did you suddenly become intimidated?
Xiao Fan is not a timid person, but in fact he is not that timid. People are always deceived by weird things, which makes their hearts shake. Especially invisible things in the dark.
Human beings have a slight resistance to the dark instinct.
Okay, just go up.
Xiao Fan, with the slightest resistance, decided to bite the bullet and try.
No matter what weird thing you are.
Even God will kill you for you to see!
This is an invisible line that Xiao Fan learned from Sister Shi. He thinks it is very cool. (The heroine in "The Realm of the Sky")
Xiao Fan stood up, turned sideways, raised the flashlight in his hand, and walked over.
The light of the flashlight was shining on the top of the stairs. Everything seemed to be normal, it was dim and there was nothing on it.
Xiao Fan tried to step onto the old wooden stairs.
The crunching sound came again, but this time it was Xiao Fan's own footsteps.
However, it seems that the strength of this footsteps and the crunching sound just now are almost the same.
As the creaking sound in the stairwell continued, Xiao Fan had gone straight to the second floor, and the creaking sound finally ended. This wooden staircase is too weak. How did the owner of this villa choose the material?
This didn't seem to be something that should be thought about at the moment, Xiao Fan continued walking in the corridor on the second floor.
This house was really not that big. Xiao Fan simply looked at it with a flashlight and saw that the corridors on both sides could not even be illuminated by electric light. The corridors were deep enough. They were so deep that anything could be easily hidden.
Xiao Fan randomly shined a flashlight, and the light from the flashlight dimly hit the wall and the floor.
I just glanced around randomly and saw some paintings hanging on the long corridors and wallpaper-covered walls. The picture frames were all framed with metal edges carved with complex patterns. In addition, these paintings were all without exception.
They are all oil paintings, with a strong medieval retro style. Most of the paintings are about one person, including aristocratic men with full beards, graceful but plump women in silk, and armor and helmets.
The whole face is covered by the Knights of the Round Table, holding iron swords.
Xiao Fan didn't know what the style of this house was. He just felt that the corridor seemed a bit creepy in the dim light.
In addition, there are many wooden doors in this corridor. There are about five or six rooms. The doors are all locked. I don’t know what the scene is inside. Is it the armor of medieval knights? Or the silk silk of a lady? Occasionally
Just an empty room?
Not sure, don't know.
Xiao Fan no longer wanted to stay in this oppressive space, he wanted to escape as soon as possible.
So Xiao Fan turned to the stairs. However, when he was about to go down, the sound of rustling footsteps clearly sounded in the corridor again, and the pace was brisk, as if he was fleeing.
Xiao Fan quickly turned around and quickly shined the light of his flashlight towards the corridor to the east. Following Xiao Fan's footsteps, the light beam became brighter and brighter. It was unbelievable, something Xiao Fan had never thought of.
Yes, he caught a glimpse of a figure in the dim light, the figure of a slender woman.
"Don't run!" Xiao Fan shouted in his heart. He ran like a desperate man and chased forward. He wanted to see clearly what it was and how could it be a ghost and make such crisp footsteps.