Mysterious resurgence

In the dormitory.

Sun Yujia saw with her own eyes that an old oil painting with suspected problems appeared strangely beside Wang Yue's bedside. She was very convinced that this oil painting had been placed on Zhang Xia's bed before and had not been there since Zhang Xia's disappearance. It has been moved, and no one has moved it during this period. After all, it is someone else's personal belongings, and they still have this quality.

But now, the oil painting in question was hung beside Wang Yue's bedside, almost touching her, while Wang Yue herself was still sleeping with her head buried in it, without noticing it at all.

Sun Yujia's frightened scream seemed to wake up Wang Yue who was really sleeping. She said impatiently: "What's wrong? I'm almost asleep. I must have had insomnia today after you called me like that." .”

"Your, that oil painting is, next to you." Sun Yujia spoke with a trembling voice.

"What painting is next to me?" Wang Yue had no idea.

"Yes, the problematic oil painting that Zhang Xia brought back from outside is now beside your bed." Sun Yujia said.

"How could that painting be with me?" Before he could finish speaking, Wang Yue was stunned when he looked back.

A huge oil painting about half a person's height stood next to the wall of his bed. On the oil painting was a woman with blurred features, wearing a European-style red dress. This figure did not occupy much space in the oil painting. It was large. Part of it is the background. This background is somewhat familiar. Although it is dark and depressing, the building looks like this university.

After a brief daze, Wang Yue quickly woke up. She was surprised: "How could this oil painting appear next to my bed? Who put it here? It's so dirty."

Sun Yujia's tone was still horrified: "No, no one has touched the oil painting. It seems to have suddenly appeared next to your bedside. I remember clearly before that the oil painting was still in Zhang Xia's when Miao Xiaoshan and Yang Jian left. It was left on the bed. You and I haven’t gotten off the bed since they left.”

No one has touched this oil painting, but the oil painting appears next to my bed?

Looking at the oil painting so close at hand, Wang Yue suddenly felt a creepy feeling for some reason.

"Let's get out of here quickly. I think something is getting more and more wrong in our dormitory." Sun Yujia's eyes were filled with panic. If Wang Yue hadn't been with her in the dormitory, she would have run out in fear.

"You're right, we can't stay in this dormitory anymore. No matter if there are any problems or not, leave first."

At this moment, Wang Yue also thought of the abnormal behavior of Miao Xiaoshan and Liu Zi, especially Miao Xiaoshan who even directly said that there was something wrong with the oil painting in the dormitory and that it might be haunted.

I didn’t believe it before because there was no evidence to prove that this absurd thing was true.

But now she vaguely felt that Miao Xiaoshan's words were true.

There is something really wrong with this oil painting.

The next moment, Wang Yue almost jumped off the bed as if running away, almost falling to the ground, and then started to put on clothes and shoes in a panic.

Sun Yujia moved faster. She had wanted to leave the dormitory when she noticed something was wrong, so she was already dressed now.

"Wait for me first, don't leave me and run away alone." Wang Yue became more and more panicked. She was afraid that Sun Yujia would also leave the dormitory and leave herself here alone.

She felt scared even if she stayed here for a second longer.

"Then hurry up." Sun Yujia urged anxiously: "If we had known earlier, we should have believed Miao Xiaoshan's words and left with them."

"What are you afraid of? It may not really be haunted. Even if it is really a supernatural event, I don't believe that ghosts dare to show up. At worst, we can go next door to hide. Ghosts will definitely be scary when there are many people. "Wang Yue took courage and said.

In her mind, she thought that the haunting was just a small incident that could only scare people, not that serious.

This is typical ignorance and fearlessness.

If you have not experienced a real supernatural event, you will not be able to understand the despair and terror.

Miao Xiaoshan had really experienced the ghost knocking on the door incident in No. 7 Middle School, so after she found out that there was something wrong with the oil painting, she was so frightened that she wanted to drag all her roommates and run away. If these people hadn't been so ungrateful, it wouldn't have been delayed for so long. , so Miao Xiaoshan did not refute when Yang Jian scolded his teammates.

"Okay? Let's go quickly."

When Sun Yujia saw that she was almost dressed, she hurriedly opened the bedroom door and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, let me get my bag."

Wang Yue put on her shoes, then thought of something and was about to return to the upper bunk to get something.

"How long have you been taking things?" Sun Yujia stamped her feet anxiously at the door.

Wang Yue said: "The bag I just bought also has a mobile phone wallet and the like in it, just in case it goes missing."

But before she finished speaking, Sun Yujia, who was standing at the door, suddenly shrank his eyes, his face changed instantly, and a kind of creepy fear welled up in his heart.

Because she saw an incredibly weird scene.

The oil painting that strangely appeared on Wang Yue's bed changed at this moment. The originally dim and depressing urban background became smaller at this moment, while the blurry female portrait in the middle was enlarged, almost filling the entire frame. However, That wasn't the real reason why she felt creeped out.

The real source of horror is that the blurred hands of the woman in the painting actually appear outside the frame at this moment.

The pale palms with almost no trace of blood drooped slightly outside the frame. The ten fingers could be clearly counted, and even reflected a faint white light under the light.

These are a pair of perfect female palms, but these palms protrude from an old oil painting. This leaves no doubt that the real owner of these hands is probably someone hidden in the oil painting. A terrible ghost.

Such a terrifying scene fell into his eyes, and Sun Yujia, who was already panicking, was instantly swallowed up by fear welling up in his heart.

She wanted to escape, but her body was unconscious and she couldn't move at all.

She even felt that the flow of time around her was slowing down, because she could clearly see Wang Yue constantly touching the pale palms outside the oil painting.

Wang Yue was touching her bag, because at this moment, from her perspective, she could not see the strange hands on the bed that had stretched out of the painting, otherwise she would not have noticed it.

"Quick, run, there's a ghost, don't go get your bag."

Sun Yujia wanted to shout a reminder, but she opened her mouth but no sound came out.

Under extreme fear, a person can't even speak, let alone run away. He can only stand motionless like a fool, watching the danger happen.

Such situations are not uncommon.

Many ordinary people behave in the same way as Sun Yujia in supernatural events. Only people with better psychological quality can take action within a period of time.

Because of his height, Wang Yue couldn't touch his things smoothly, so in the end he had no choice but to step on two steps to stand taller.

"Found it." Wang Yue saw her bag put down in the corner beside the bed and hurriedly reached for it.

I thought about grabbing my things and leaving. Since there is something weird in this dormitory, I won't wait until things are cleared up tomorrow.

But when she just stretched out her hand, a pale palm stretched out from nowhere and grabbed her wrist.

Cold and stiff, a penetrating coldness came from the wrist, making people shiver.

"ah!"

Wang Yue screamed subconsciously and hurriedly wanted to take back her palm, no longer caring about the newly bought bag.

However, this pale and cold palm firmly grasped her wrist and was not shaken off. Instead, she quickly withdrew her hand and caused the old oil painting standing next to the wall to fall down.

Wang Yue lost her balance and fell to the floor of the dormitory, and the oil painting that appeared on her bed also fell down.

It hit her impartially.

Wang Yue screamed like crazy and frantically wanted to shake off the things on her body, but only then did she realize that the terrifying palm holding her was actually sticking out of the oil painting.

But now she couldn't control anything, she just relied on instinct to struggle and scream.

Sad and desperate.

Sun Yujia, who was at the door of the dormitory, was so frightened that she could no longer move, and watched helplessly as this scene happened.

No matter how hard Wang Yue struggled, the oil painting was never shaken off by her.

On the contrary, after a while, Wang Yue's struggling and screaming sounds could no longer be heard.

Because Sun Yujia saw that Wang Yue only had one pair of legs outside, and the rest of his body had sunk into the oil painting. The oil painting seemed like a bottomless pit that could swallow people alive, and the pair of legs from the oil painting The outstretched hand was still firmly grasping Wang Yue's exposed legs, as if to bring her whole body into the painting.

The familiar pair of legs outside the oil painting were struggling and kicking like crazy. Although Wang Yue's voice could no longer be heard, one could imagine how desperate and scared she was now. Sun Yujia was at a loss and was already frightened by this scene. Sitting on the ground crying.

I don’t know how long it took.

Sun Yujia finally saw that the legs exposed outside the frame were gradually no longer struggling, as if they had given up, and it seemed that Wang Yue was dead. The legs left outside the frame were fully mobile and only twitched occasionally. Down.

The scene calmed down.

The strange oil painting was spread quietly on the floor of the dormitory. Under the oil painting, a pair of struggling, twisted and deformed legs were left outside, motionless.

And at this moment.

Because Liu Zi, who had left earlier, appeared panting on the playground downstairs of the dormitory.

She wanted to find Miao Xiaoshan. Of course, the most important thing was to find Yang Jian and ask about the real situation.

But who would have thought that the two people would disappear as soon as they chased them out. After chasing them around the playground, they could not even be seen. This speed of disappearance revealed an incomprehensible weirdness.

"Call, yes, give Miao Xiaoshan a call."

Liu Zi had no idea that the terrible scene was happening in her dormitory. She picked up her cell phone and called Miao Xiaoshan.

This phone call was somewhat of a cry for help.