door

Chapter 18 Behind
A woman with shawl hair was walking at night, followed closely by a gangster.

The woman turned left and right, and finally entered an underground passage.The gangster chased after him, quickened his pace, ran behind the woman, and whispered, "Root!"

The woman stopped, but she didn't turn her head, but slowly raised her shawl hair, revealing a pale face——she was walking backwards!
She said, "Turn back, look behind you!"

The gangster was startled, and turned his head to look, and saw a woman standing close behind him, with her face facing the opposite direction, her shawl hair hanging down in front of his eyes.

The cover of the new book was revised, and it was finally published and listed.

The black box incident is not a major event, and it is impossible for the police to file a case for investigation.The colleagues in the company just scolded the absurdity of the printing factory in the first few days, but after a long time, no one mentioned it anymore.

The matter passed in such a vague way.

Only writers still mention it from time to time, which makes people feel divine.

On this day, Mijia invited the writer to the teahouse again.

"Half a month has passed since the black frame on the cover of "The Dead", why do you still remember it?"

"I always feel that it was not someone's mistake, but a secret connection with a mysterious text message..."

"What text message?"

"24 days ago, I received a text message saying that if I walked 322 steps forward, I would meet a villain, but when I reached that step, I really saw a baby, giggling at me..."

"Someone must be up to something."

"I told you, I had a hunch..."

"You mean, the text message was sent to you by Gu Panpan?"

"It's her."

"So, there is still a business relationship between the mobile company in Yangjian and the mobile company in the underworld?" Mijia teased when he said this.

"Do you remember what you said when Gu Panpan died?"

"forget."

"You said - there is one less person in this world, and one more ghost."

"Correct."

"I feel that now there is one less ghost and one more person..."

Mitya fell silent.

She is a very realistic person, she is only afraid of being caught by the police, she has never been afraid of ghosts.However, the writer's last sentence made her a little chilly.

Now there is one less ghost and one more person...

She pondered this sentence over and over again, and felt fear for the first time.

The feeling of fear is a kind of "emptiness", slowly crawling into her stomach, and gradually expanding inside, that "emptiness" is getting bigger and bigger...

On this day, the writer fell into a drowsy sleep all day long.

When the sun was about to set, he got up, ate something, and came to the company listlessly to record the program.

The recording location of this midnight program borrowed a corridor on the fourth floor of the film factory's prop warehouse.

When the writer arrived, several people from the company had already arranged the scene.They had just finished eating at the gate of the movie studio.

Due to poor lighting in the building, they took the writer to a nearby beauty salon and borrowed a place. The makeup artist simply put on makeup for him, and then the female choreographer asked the makeup artist and the two young men who worked hard to go home first.

In this way, the writer, female director and two male cameras returned to the prop building together.

"What story are you telling today?" Cameraman A asked the writer when several people went upstairs.The wooden stairs are very dark, and they creak when stepped on.

"A tale of a hanged ghost," said the writer.

"Today's story, it's better not to be so scary. It's not like the studio in our company. It's too gloomy." The female director said.She could hear that she was really nervous.

"Is it new?" Cameraman B asked.

"How do you know?" the writer asked.

"Last month, wasn't there a female student who was hanged to death in Xuangua Village? I think this incident must have given you inspiration." Cameraman B said.

Speaking of this, he stumbled under his feet and almost fell.

Several people looked down together, and the female choreographer screamed—it was a half-pale arm with stubble exposed, red blood streaked, five fingers bent, and it seemed to be crawling forward.

Cameraman B was stunned for a moment, bent down to pick it up, looked at it, and said, "Hey, it's fake."

Cameraman A said: "This is a movie prop, bring it with you, maybe we can use it when we shoot the show."

The writer suddenly said: "Throw it away!"

His voice was so loud that cameraman B trembled in fright, and he threw it on the ground in a hurry.

The writer went over, picked it up again, and threw it through the stair window.It doesn't appear to be plastic and feels sensual to the touch.Moreover, it is neither too light nor too heavy, similar to a real arm.

Cameraman A said: "This is a prop building, we may encounter something. An arm is not scary, but a head popping out of it is scary."

This building was built by the Japanese devils. The house is raised high, like a temple.

The film studio hasn't made a movie for a long time, and few people come to the prop building, which exudes a musty smell.At night, after the two custodians got off work, there was even more silence.

The fourth floor is here.

The hallway is deep and long.On the high ceiling, only one light was still on, and the other lights were all broken.

In the middle of the corridor, there is a dark brown sofa, which looks very lonely - the writer is sitting there and telling stories.

Two white headlights aimed at it.

Looking back, the depths of the corridor are dark, like a bottomless tunnel.

Two cameras, one front and one side, have been placed.The microphone stretched out, set high above the couch.

The writer walked over, sat on the sofa, took out the manuscript to familiarize himself with it, and then said, "It's time to start."

After adjusting the lens, the cameraman at the front position gave him an "OK" gesture.

The female choreographer stood behind the camera and watched quietly.

The writer spoke to the front seat in a low voice: "There is a girl who is studying at a university in Xijing. She is very introverted and never likes to socialize with people. On the road, even if she meets acquaintances, she seldom greets her and always walks with her head down. But that night, a group of villagers were gathering in the dormitory, but she was going out. Moreover, she seemed to be a different person, saying goodbye to everyone graciously, goodbye..."

There was a "bang" from behind.The writer suddenly turned his head to look, and it was dark.It is estimated that a piece of wall skin has fallen off.

The female choreographer asked, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

The writer said, "Oh, it's okay, carry on."

The cameraman at the side camera silently raised his hand and made an "OK" gesture towards the writer.The writer turned his face to him and continued: "When she left, everyone saw her behaving strangely and being too excited. They thought she was in a relationship and must be out on a date. Unexpectedly, this girl was killed when she went out that night. and never came back..."

There was another "bang" from behind.

The writer turned his head to look again, but there was still nothing.

The female choreographer asked again: "Teacher, what happened?"

The writer said, "Didn't you hear a voice?"

The female choreographer looked at the two cameramen and asked nervously, "Did you hear that?"

Cameraman A looked at Cameraman B and said, "I didn't hear that."

Cameraman B said, "I didn't hear that either."

The female choreographer said: "Teacher, why don't we call it a day and bring a few more people tomorrow. Why do I always feel that something is wrong tonight..."

Cameraman A laughed and said, "We are scaring ourselves. I think the scene where the teacher looks back, including our conversation, doesn't need to be cut. This is more real and scarier."

The writer shook his head vigorously and said, "Recently, my condition is not very good, it may be a hallucination. Come again."

Then, he continued: "This girl was hanged from a tree overnight, and was discovered by passers-by early the next morning. At this time, her body seemed to be twice as long as usual. Although there was no wind, Her body also slowly turned around, facing southwest for a while, and northeast for a while..."

After a pause, he straightened his waist and said, "Later, when the students talked about this girl, one of them said that her name was unlucky, revealing that one day she would die in a noose..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly asked: "Guess what is this girl's name?"

From the position of the female director, the writer seems to be asking the camera, and it seems to be asking her.In the dark background, the writer's face looks very pale.

Suddenly, she saw a dark object clinging to the sofa and rising slowly from behind the writer.It was a woman's head, with long black hair hanging down her face, no facial features could be seen, but black and red blood stains could be vaguely seen.Around his neck was a dejected rope, hanging long.She didn't move or speak any words, just rose slowly like that, rose...

The female choreographer let out a scream and fell limply to the ground.

The two cameramen also saw this woman in the camera. They raised their heads almost at the same time, and they didn't know which one exclaimed: "Behind!" Then, both of them lost the machine and rushed towards the stairs one after the other.

The writer's eyes widened, and he slowly turned his head away...

The woman stuck behind her back and stood upright.She bent down slowly, as if she found something on his neck, and slowly stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to pinch a long hair on his neck...

The writer leaped away as if being stabbed by an awl, stared at her black hair, and backed away slowly, finally touched the handrail of the stairs, turned around, and ran downstairs as well.

He stumbled and ran down the prop building, just when he saw the light in the guard room, his feet slipped and he fell to the ground.He squinted and saw that it was the half of the arm that was thrown down just now. Its five fingers were facing him, and it seemed to be crawling over...

When he ran to the gate of the film studio, his face was bloodless.

In the guard room, there was a security guard on duty, he came out and asked, "What's wrong?"

Writer: "The prop building is haunted!"

Security guard: "The two people who ran out just now were with you?"

Writer: "Probably."

Security guard: "Come on, I'll take a look with you."

Writer: "Don't go!"

Security guard: "If you are afraid, I will go by myself."

After speaking, he really went alone.The door of the prop building is dark, like an eyeball, avoiding the body of the security guard and looking straight at the writer.

The writer took out his phone and dialed Mijia.

"Mitya, to hell with us!"

"what happened!"

"While recording the show, Gu Panpan appeared!"

"Are you sure it's her?"

"Never go wrong!"

"What about the rest?"

"Two cameramen ran away, and the director was unconscious in the prop building..."

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the gate of the movie studio."

"I'll bring someone here right away."

Ten minutes later, the security guard helped the female choreographer down.The female choreographer had already woken up, her face was as pale as death, and she retched.

At this time, Mijia also arrived with three employees.

She comforted the female choreographer a few words, and then sent an employee to take her home.

The remaining four people, led by the security guard, walked into the prop building together.

When climbing the stairs, the writer asked the security guard: "You came up just now, what did you see?"

The security guard said, "I only saw a woman lying on the ground."

The writer thought for a while, then asked again: "Have you looked behind the sofa?"

The security guard said, "No."

Up to the fourth floor, several people stopped at the stairs.

On the roof, the solitary lamp was still on, but it seemed to be getting darker.

The dark corridor was empty.

The sofa sat quietly in the middle of the corridor, expressionless.

Mitya looked at the writer, and the writer looked at the security guard.

The security guard strode over. He looked behind the sofa, turned his head and said, "It's empty."

The others just walked over.

Mica checked the cameras and said to the writer, "They're still recording."

Get the camera back to the company, it's already midnight.

It's midnight already.

After the two employees left, the writer had no intention of going home and sat down in Mijia's office.

"It was like a nightmare..." he said.

Mijia fiddled with the Zippo lighter, but said nothing.

He said: "The show has been recorded for such a long time, I never knew, she was stuck on my back..."

Mijia continued to play with the lighter, but remained silent.

He said: "She will definitely come to our studio..."

Mijia put away the lighter and said suddenly, "Let's go."

The writer was stunned: "Where are you going?"

Mitya said, "Studio."

The writer asked, "What for?"

Mijia said: "Those two cameras were left on all the time. They recorded everything at the scene. Let's go and see what happened after you left!"

That's right, after a few people escaped from the prop building, what will that woman with disheveled hair do next?Where did she end up?

The writer's eyes were filled with horror, and he said, "Tomorrow! When everyone comes to work, let's watch together..."

Mijia rolled his eyes at him and said, "Ghosts are afraid of evil people. If you are like this, it will be strange if she doesn't look for you!"

Mica was in front, and the writer was behind, and the two walked into the studio together.

For soundproofing, the studio was tightly sealed, making it look even smaller and stuffy.

Mika pulled out the video tape and started playing——

In a dark corridor, the writer's face appeared.In a low voice, he began to tell.During the broadcast, he seemed to hear something and turned his head twice.

Finally, he asked the audience: "Guess, what is this girl's name?"

――Actually, the writer doesn't know what the girl should be called.The choreographer and director designed it like this, leaving this terrifying suspense until the end. He said a name in a low voice, maybe the three words "Gu Panpan", deliberately making it difficult for the audience to hear clearly.Then, he would say: "Didn't you hear clearly? Forget it, if you hear clearly, you will be even more scared..." In this way, a dark corner will always be left in the hearts of the audience.

At this time, the woman slowly rose from behind the sofa...

Seeing this, the writer looked at Mijia in horror, and Mijia was staring at the screen.

The writer on TV jumped up and ran away in a hurry.

Then, only the dark corridor, the lonely sofa, and the woman remained in the picture...

There was a dead silence in the prop building.

She stood there motionless.

The picture seems to freeze.

After a long time like this, she finally left the sofa and walked slowly towards Micah and the writer.She was wearing a white gauze dress, which was light and textureless.

Finally, she stops in front of the camera and lifts her facial hair to reveal a bloodied face.She stretched out this bloody face, stretched it out, occupied the entire screen, and said something hoarsely...

The writer shivered. He was too nervous to hear.

Mitya didn't catch it either, and she rewound the tape.

The woman walked over again and stopped in front of the camera.This time, both the writer and Mijia heard it clearly, and she said in a strange male voice: "Don't mention my name..."

Then, she turned around slowly, walked around the sofa, and walked stiffly deep into the corridor, gradually disappearing into the darkness...

(End of this chapter)