Ghost Husband's Too Shy

He held his father's hand tightly and helped him.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital is still so strong. I sucked my nose. Should my father remove the plaster?

Funny to say, the father at hand has been shaking

I remember that my father was always afraid of pain and was afraid of injections and medicine.

Generally, when you get sick, you just give in after your mother's coercion and inducement.

He rarely goes to the hospital, which is probably genetic?

"Dad, don't be afraid. My mother and I are with you? Besides, after the plaster is removed and restored, you can walk well? You are such a big man. Don't let your mother wipe your hands and feet every time! "

I said to my father with a helpless face, who knows he is looking at me seriously.

"I'm trying to improve the relationship between husband and wife. You're a single dog. What do you know?"

I... my mother blushed and gently tapped my father on the shoulder, just like a girl in love.

I'm cold. I'm really a dog butcher.

After finding the attending doctor, he finally entered the studio to remove the plaster. His father held his mother's hand like facing the end of the world.

I still wanted to laugh, but I held it back.

Seeing my father and mother here, I suddenly felt a desire to walk around

Thinking so, I did it

It's like an invisible hand holding me step by step.

I didn't know where I would go, but I followed this invisible force and wandered around the hospital.

At this time, I don't know what the consequences will be if I wander around like this.

I don't know my own constitution. Because I met too many supernatural events, I began to change slowly.

From the orthopedic department on the third floor to the first floor, I don't know how to go. There is a tightly closed door in front of me.

Standing in front of the door and looking at it for a few seconds, my hand seemed not to listen to me and gently pushed the door open.

Unexpectedly, it looked as if it was impossible to open the door. With a slight click, it opened a crack.

"Anyone?" Subconsciously, I asked the question.

Because the world behind the door seems a little different.

Just as I hesitated to leave, a pull pulled me in, and I panicked.

The gate was tightly closed again without anyone pushing.

My heart began to beat faster and my breath began to rush.

I looked around. There was only one road with weak street lights. It seemed that it led to the basement.

I frowned tightly. My reason told me to leave quickly, but the reality is that my body doesn't listen to me, step by step, towards this road.

I swallowed my saliva. Everything happened too fast. When my brain crashed, I was half gone.

The green light makes me very uncomfortable. I don't know why. I feel gloomy.

The hospital is a place where life and death are changeable.

The reason why people don't like to come here is because there are too many uncertainties and too many deaths.

I pinched my fingernails, trying to keep alert and sober.

Comfort yourself that it should be all right. It's just a basement. Walk around and go back. The right should be an adventure.

But all the comforting words disappeared when they saw a door.

In front of the door, there is a simple door number

mortuary.

For a moment, my cold sweat soaked my back and my body began to tremble.

How did I get here!

Reason told me to turn around and leave immediately, but it began again. That feeling.

I can't get rid of the feeling of being led forward.

My heart began to panic, began to fear, in such a cold and fearful situation.

As if my fear was not enough, the door of the closed morgue slowly opened.

Slowly, with a squeak, it opened.

I opened my eyes in horror and stopped breathing.

The temperature of the whole body became cold in an instant, and even his hands and feet began to numb.

A force pushed me into the door of the morgue.

Before he could stop, the door slammed shut again when he came in.

At this point, I didn't see anyone, not even the staff of the hospital.

It was hot outside just now. Once I arrived in this room, there was no trace at all.

I can wake up. Something must have happened again.

There was no time to express helplessness and indignation, and even the extreme mood of fear had no time to change.

A strange sound sounded in my ear, "click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click

I ran to a corner in fear, squatted down, closed my eyes, and imagined that this was an ordinary room without any terror.

But the more I deceive myself, the more cruel the reality reminds me,

That kind of clicking sound tortured my ears from subtle to clear, from far to near.

My hands were helpless to my ears, trying to stop my nerves from becoming unusually tight and sensitive because of these sounds.

But I can't do it after all.

When the sound of Kaka was close to my ear, I couldn't help but slowly open my eyes.

"Ah ah" my scream immediately rang through the whole morgue.

What I saw was a thick white bone. The bones on the body kept making a sound, and the bone had no flesh, just a skeleton.

The strangest thing is that there are bright red blood and tears in the eyes of the skeleton!

Fortunately, I have experienced more supernatural events during this period of time.

Now when I see this white bone that can walk and move by itself, I just feel a little unreal, but after screaming, my body immediately took defensive measures.

I hit the skull of the skeleton with a fist. I was too afraid and my fist was lighter and less powerful.

But the consequence of doing so is to provoke the body of this man!

It can't talk! Just the sound of bones rubbing all over the body.

For a moment, the voice quickened, as if to express dissatisfaction instead of the mummy.

I took my steps and ran away.

At least, leave this gloomy and terrible morgue first.

For a time, I admire the people who work here. They can live without being scared to death.

When I ran up, I found that the room was unexpectedly large, dark and humid, with compartments layer after layer.

It seems to occupy the underground of the whole hospital.