Campus Series: Sakura Ghost School

Ding. . .

There was another strange sound, but this time, strangely, as if Xia Xiaoyu had tossed enough, the elevator door slowly opened. . .

It was still so quiet, it still gave Xia Xiaoyu such a heavy feeling, and there was still no one. . .

Xia Xiaoyu stepped out of the elevator room. It was as quiet as a tomb. A dead corridor appeared in front of her eyes, with wards on both sides, this corridor.At this midnight, like a road leading to the underworld, it is full of gloom.There was a breath of fear from the heart.

Xia Xiaoyu didn't go through this long corridor, she stepped back a few steps, and next to the elevator was the staircase of the safe passage.

Still so dead. . .

But rationally, Xia Xiaoyu didn't turn around to go through the long corridor, because she felt that in the wards on both sides, as long as she passed by, something terrible would definitely appear.

In the quiet midnight, the outside is dark, but in the bustling city, from the corridor on the twelfth floor to the city outside, many places are filled with light. The city at night is still so beautiful, but the whole In the city, but no one can watch. Xia Xiaoyu is experiencing a terrible thing on the twelfth floor of the Chinese Medicine Hospital.

Xia Xiaoyu has heard a lot about the story about walking the stairs at midnight. When she was in high school, she used to listen to some ghost stories told by audio novels. The truth of ghosts, she has firmly believed in this since she was a child.But now I have met.

Thinking about those things again, Xia Xiaoyu felt even more scared, especially now that it was midnight, even though there were lights in the corridors and stairs, the Yin Qi in the hospital was as quiet as a cemetery, which still made Xia Xiaoyu feel very scary.

After stopping at the stairs on the twelfth floor for about ten minutes, Xia Xiaoyu raised her numb feet, took heavy steps, and then slowly walked down the stairs.

Da da da. . .

It was extremely quiet in the night, even though she was wearing flat shoes, Xia Xiaoyu could vaguely hear the terrifying sound of her footsteps on the stairs.

Xia Xiaoyu was terrified at this moment, but she didn't dare to stop here, and she didn't dare to take the elevator, because once she entered the elevator, Xia Xiaoyu always felt that it was not safe inside.

She walked very slowly, the entire corridor was very empty, Xia Xiaoyu didn't dare to walk too fast.Strange and hollow footsteps sounded continuously, stimulating her eardrums.

After walking for about ten minutes, Xia Xiaoyu just went down the twelfth floor. She let out a breath of air, and kept looking around. She was still so quiet, and there was nothing scary about it.

However, when Xia Xiaoyu looked around slowly, a bad feeling suddenly rose in her heart, because as she walked around, the two sides were like underground passages, not wards?

Waves of coldness kept coming from the front of the passage, Xia Xiaoyu stared blankly, but her heart became more and more frightened.

After stopping by the stairs for a few minutes, Xia Xiaoyu gradually came to her senses. She looked back at the stairs leading to the twelfth floor, and finally, tentatively, walked forward slowly.

Inside the narrow passage, it was quieter and colder, which strangely made Xia Xiaoyu feel waves of fear.

Stepping on the ground, the echoing sound is like many people are walking, as long as he stops, all the sounds will stop completely, although Xia Xiaoyu knows in his heart that the sound in the passage is made by walking Yes, but Xia Xiaoyu still felt panicked.

In this way, after walking in the narrow passage for nearly five or six minutes, Xia Xiaoyu turned two corners, and then looked at the door far from the passage.

A bone-piercing chill began to spread from the soles of her feet. The moment she saw it, she realized that the surroundings were not wards, but why this place was a passage.

This turned out to be the third basement floor of the hospital. . .

And on the cold door that she saw, there were three large characters clearly written on it. . .

mortuary. . .