Chapter 90
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Chapter 90 The previous lover 14
Because we were unable to find the switches anywhere else, we realized the voice behind the door must have been telling the truth. The switch for the lights was in the office. However, I had no intentions of opening that door.
As I was thinking about what to do, the thin boy in front of me swung his flashlight around, then suddenly screamed and ran quickly toward the swimming pool, the light from his phone bouncing wildly around the hallway.
Startled by his sudden reaction, I looked toward whatever had startled him. An open door, the lock twisted out of shape, a rod as thick as a thumb lying on the ground.
Whatever was in the office had escaped.
Before I had a chance to run, I heard a familiar voice drift out of the office. A boy’s voice, two words:
"It's delicious."
I sprinted after the thin boy, who by this time had reached the fat boy and was squatting down to comfort him. The fat boy was gazing toward the swimming pool in a daze.
"Where is the other boy?" I asked hastily.
The fat boy didn’t speak, his eyes looking straight at the pool. The thin boy shook his head and said he hadn't seen the boy when he arrived.
Was the voice in the office really the boy’s?
Suddenly, my heart beat faster. I picked up the flashlight on the ground and shined it in the fat boy's eyes. Then I turned it toward the pool and felt my face go white.
A body floated in the water, the waterproof watch on its wrist glowing faintly under the surface.
The thin boy, startled by my fear, looked toward the pool as well.
“It’s not him. It’s one of the others from before.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and said in a low voice, “I heard the boy’s voice come out of the office.”
The thin boy stayed silent for a moment, staring at me with a hint of fear in his eyes, and then he said, “Let’s go.”
The door of the office was already open, and whatever had escaped could just as easily find us here. It was better to at least go find the light switch. Maybe we’d even find the boy unharmed.
The thin boy and I convinced ourselves and each other that this was the best course of action, and then the boy asked me to help him get his friend up from the ground. We couldn’t leave him here alone. The three of us headed down the passageway, the fat boy bumbling along between the two of us. It wasn’t long before we reached the office door.
Although our flashlights exposed nothing more than tables and chairs inside the office, I felt a chill coming from the room. The door seemed like the devil’s open mouth to me.
The thin boy's steps became slow and cautious and we both peered inside the door carefully. Neither the boy nor the lifeguard was here.
I looked for the terrifying water dispenser and was surprised to find that it had disappeared. There was a damp spot on the floor where it had been, and I realized that small puddles of water trailed from that spot to an open door leading to blackness.
"So…go in?" The thin boy's voice was dry and shaking.
“Go in,” I said as firmly as I could.
We moved slowly toward the door. The blackness beyond seemed to swallow any light. Even when we shone our flashlights directly into the darkness, I could only make out a few hazy outlines of objects.
"I can't see clearly. Let’s walk along the wall," I said to the thin boy. He nodded stiffly and then moved forward.
His whole body was engulfed by darkness as soon as he stepped beyond the door frame. I urged the fat boy to move forward, and soon I was swallowed by the blackness as well.
The room felt very large. I walked along the wall slowly for what felt like ages but still didn’t find the corner of the room. I felt like we might end up walking forever.
"Slow down, this doesn’t seem right." I stopped the thin boy.
He stopped but didn’t turn back to look at me. He slowly said, "What’s wrong?"
"Don't you think...?" I stopped as soon as I started to speak.
That isn’t the thin boy’s voice.
I retreated slightly and shook the fat boy, trying to alert him to the problem.
"What's wrong?" The figure in front of me spoke again in a slow voice.
My hand shook as I raised my flashlight, trying to see the figure in front of me.
A faint reflection came from the wrist in front of me. A watch. My heart stopped beating and then went into overdrive.
The figure in front of me began to slowly turn around. Through the blurred light of the mobile phone, I could not see the figure’s appearance, but I knew it definitely wasn’t the thin boy because it didn’t have a flashlight and it wore a watch.
"What's wrong?" the figure asked again.
"Shit!" I shouted as I kicked at the figure. To my surprise, my kick landed. I had expected my foot to go through the figure.
The figure fell to the ground from my kick, and the fat boy fell to the ground in fear.
"What's wrong?"
The figure continued to ask the same question. I rushed at it, unhinged by fear, then began to kick and punch wildly. The figure repeated its question ceaselessly, its tone and pace staying consistent.
I eventually stopped and moved to rejoin the fat boy. Although he was of no use, having anyone by my side would be better in a moment like this.
However, I realized that the boy had disappeared.
I turned back again, and the figure had disappeared as well.
“Ah!” I roared like a beast as I squatted on the ground. I began to cry out of frustration, tears pouring down my face. I was close to giving up, entirely consumed by fear, confusion, and desperation.
Fuck all of this! I thought, unsure if I’d also shouted it out loud.
"What are you doing?"
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Chapter 90 The previous lover 14
Because we were unable to find the switches anywhere else, we realized the voice behind the door must have been telling the truth. The switch for the lights was in the office. However, I had no intentions of opening that door.
As I was thinking about what to do, the thin boy in front of me swung his flashlight around, then suddenly screamed and ran quickly toward the swimming pool, the light from his phone bouncing wildly around the hallway.
Startled by his sudden reaction, I looked toward whatever had startled him. An open door, the lock twisted out of shape, a rod as thick as a thumb lying on the ground.
Whatever was in the office had escaped.
Before I had a chance to run, I heard a familiar voice drift out of the office. A boy’s voice, two words:
"It's delicious."
I sprinted after the thin boy, who by this time had reached the fat boy and was squatting down to comfort him. The fat boy was gazing toward the swimming pool in a daze.
"Where is the other boy?" I asked hastily.
The fat boy didn’t speak, his eyes looking straight at the pool. The thin boy shook his head and said he hadn't seen the boy when he arrived.
Was the voice in the office really the boy’s?
Suddenly, my heart beat faster. I picked up the flashlight on the ground and shined it in the fat boy's eyes. Then I turned it toward the pool and felt my face go white.
A body floated in the water, the waterproof watch on its wrist glowing faintly under the surface.
The thin boy, startled by my fear, looked toward the pool as well.
“It’s not him. It’s one of the others from before.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and said in a low voice, “I heard the boy’s voice come out of the office.”
The thin boy stayed silent for a moment, staring at me with a hint of fear in his eyes, and then he said, “Let’s go.”
The door of the office was already open, and whatever had escaped could just as easily find us here. It was better to at least go find the light switch. Maybe we’d even find the boy unharmed.
The thin boy and I convinced ourselves and each other that this was the best course of action, and then the boy asked me to help him get his friend up from the ground. We couldn’t leave him here alone. The three of us headed down the passageway, the fat boy bumbling along between the two of us. It wasn’t long before we reached the office door.
Although our flashlights exposed nothing more than tables and chairs inside the office, I felt a chill coming from the room. The door seemed like the devil’s open mouth to me.
The thin boy's steps became slow and cautious and we both peered inside the door carefully. Neither the boy nor the lifeguard was here.
I looked for the terrifying water dispenser and was surprised to find that it had disappeared. There was a damp spot on the floor where it had been, and I realized that small puddles of water trailed from that spot to an open door leading to blackness.
"So…go in?" The thin boy's voice was dry and shaking.
“Go in,” I said as firmly as I could.
We moved slowly toward the door. The blackness beyond seemed to swallow any light. Even when we shone our flashlights directly into the darkness, I could only make out a few hazy outlines of objects.
"I can't see clearly. Let’s walk along the wall," I said to the thin boy. He nodded stiffly and then moved forward.
His whole body was engulfed by darkness as soon as he stepped beyond the door frame. I urged the fat boy to move forward, and soon I was swallowed by the blackness as well.
The room felt very large. I walked along the wall slowly for what felt like ages but still didn’t find the corner of the room. I felt like we might end up walking forever.
"Slow down, this doesn’t seem right." I stopped the thin boy.
He stopped but didn’t turn back to look at me. He slowly said, "What’s wrong?"
"Don't you think...?" I stopped as soon as I started to speak.
That isn’t the thin boy’s voice.
I retreated slightly and shook the fat boy, trying to alert him to the problem.
"What's wrong?" The figure in front of me spoke again in a slow voice.
My hand shook as I raised my flashlight, trying to see the figure in front of me.
A faint reflection came from the wrist in front of me. A watch. My heart stopped beating and then went into overdrive.
The figure in front of me began to slowly turn around. Through the blurred light of the mobile phone, I could not see the figure’s appearance, but I knew it definitely wasn’t the thin boy because it didn’t have a flashlight and it wore a watch.
"What's wrong?" the figure asked again.
"Shit!" I shouted as I kicked at the figure. To my surprise, my kick landed. I had expected my foot to go through the figure.
The figure fell to the ground from my kick, and the fat boy fell to the ground in fear.
"What's wrong?"
The figure continued to ask the same question. I rushed at it, unhinged by fear, then began to kick and punch wildly. The figure repeated its question ceaselessly, its tone and pace staying consistent.
I eventually stopped and moved to rejoin the fat boy. Although he was of no use, having anyone by my side would be better in a moment like this.
However, I realized that the boy had disappeared.
I turned back again, and the figure had disappeared as well.
“Ah!” I roared like a beast as I squatted on the ground. I began to cry out of frustration, tears pouring down my face. I was close to giving up, entirely consumed by fear, confusion, and desperation.
Fuck all of this! I thought, unsure if I’d also shouted it out loud.
"What are you doing?"
Chapter 90 The previous lover 14Because we were unable to find the switches anywhere else, we realized the voice behind the door must have been telling the truth. The switch for the lights was in the office. However, I had no intentions of opening that door.As I was thinking about what to do, the thin boy in front of me swung his flashlight around, then suddenly screamed and ran quickly toward the swimming pool, the light from his phone bouncing wildly around the hallway. Startled by his sudden reaction, I looked toward whatever had startled him. An open door, the lock twisted out of shape, a rod as thick as a thumb lying on the ground. Whatever was in the office had escaped.Before I had a chance to run, I heard a familiar voice drift out of the office. A boy's voice, two words:"It's delicious." I sprinted after the thin boy, who by this time had reached the fat boy and was squatting down to comfort him. The fat boy was gazing toward the swimming pool in a daze."Where is the other boy?" I asked hastily. The fat boy didn't speak, his eyes looking straight at the pool. The thin boy shook his head and said he hadn't seen the boy when he arrived. Was the voice in the office really the boy's?Suddenly, my heart beat faster. I picked up the flashlight on the ground and shined it in the fat boy's eyes. Then I turned it toward the pool and felt my face go white.A body floated in the water, the waterproof watch on its wrist glowing faintly under the surface. The thin boy, startled by my fear, looked toward the pool as well.It's not him. It's one of the others from before.I swallowed the lump in my throat and said in a low voice, I heard the boy's voice come out of the office.The thin boy stayed silent for a moment, staring at me with a hint of fear in his eyes, and then he said, Let's go. The door of the office was already open, and whatever had escaped could just as easily find us here. It was better to at least go find the light switch. Maybe we'd even find the boy unharmed.The thin boy and I convinced ourselves and each other that this was the best course of action, and then the boy asked me to help him get his friend up from the ground. We couldn't leave him here alone. The three of us headed down the passageway, the fat boy bumbling along between the two of us. It wasn't long before we reached the office door.Although our flashlights exposed nothing more than tables and chairs inside the office, I felt a chill coming from the room. The door seemed like the devil's open mouth to me.The thin boy's steps became slow and cautious and we both peered inside the door carefully. Neither the boy nor the lifeguard was here.I looked for the terrifying water dispenser and was surprised to find that it had disappeared. There was a damp spot on the floor where it had been, and I realized that small puddles of water trailed from that spot to an open door leading to blackness."Sogo in?" The thin boy's voice was dry and shaking.Go in, I said as firmly as I could. We moved slowly toward the door. The blackness beyond seemed to swallow any light. Even when we shone our flashlights directly into the darkness, I could only make out a few hazy outlines of objects."I can't see clearly. Let's walk along the wall," I said to the thin boy. He nodded stiffly and then moved forward. His whole body was engulfed by darkness as soon as he stepped beyond the door frame. I urged the fat boy to move forward, and soon I was swallowed by the blackness as well.The room felt very large. I walked along the wall slowly for what felt like ages but still didn't find the corner of the room. I felt like we might end up walking forever. "Slow down, this doesn't seem right." I stopped the thin boy. He stopped but didn't turn back to look at me. He slowly said, "What's wrong?" "Don't you think...?" I stopped as soon as I started to speak. That isn't the thin boy's voice. I retreated slightly and shook the fat boy, trying to alert him to the problem. "What's wrong?" The figure in front of me spoke again in a slow voice.My hand shook as I raised my flashlight, trying to see the figure in front of me. A faint reflection came from the wrist in front of me. A watch. My heart stopped beating and then went into overdrive. The figure in front of me began to slowly turn around. Through the blurred light of the mobile phone, I could not see the figure's appearance, but I knew it definitely wasn't the thin boy because it didn't have a flashlight and it wore a watch. "What's wrong?" the figure asked again."Shit!" I shouted as I kicked at the figure. To my surprise, my kick landed. I had expected my foot to go through the figure.The figure fell to the ground from my kick, and the fat boy fell to the ground in fear. "What's wrong?" The figure continued to ask the same question. I rushed at it, unhinged by fear, then began to kick and punch wildly. The figure repeated its question ceaselessly, its tone and pace staying consistent.I eventually stopped and moved to rejoin the fat boy. Although he was of no use, having anyone by my side would be better in a moment like this.However, I realized that the boy had disappeared.I turned back again, and the figure had disappeared as well.Ah! I roared like a beast as I squatted on the ground. I began to cry out of frustration, tears pouring down my face. I was close to giving up, entirely consumed by fear, confusion, and desperation.Fuck all of this! I thought, unsure if I'd also shouted it out loud. "What are you doing?"
