horror effect

Stephen felt that something was wrong.He glanced at the antique clock at the corner of the corridor, the time was one thirty in the morning, and there was nothing wrong...

But wait, how did he see the hands of the clock?

Isn't it midnight now?

Haven't all the headlights in the hallway been turned off?

Why is it so bright?

Where is this light coming from?

He looked up at the ceiling, the headlights were still off, so the light was... the sun!

Stephen felt himself trembling, shaking, bones and veins stretching in his body.He looked at the clock again, the time was 31:31, but it was not [-]:[-] in the morning, but in the afternoon!afternoon!How is this possible? Did they actually stay in this room for more than twelve hours? !

He stared at the moving hands on the dial of the clock, and suddenly felt that it jumped out, stood upright, lived independently, and became a big, black landmark, cutting all time, before or after it, the world There has never been an hour, but only its own tyrannical hour has the right to exist.

"Julian..."

He softly called the people around him, hoping to get a reasonable explanation from him, but unexpectedly, he didn't hear any answer.Stephen turned around, only to realize that there was no one around him.

"Julian!"

Hasn't that person come out yet?He pushed the door of room C307 with his hand, but found that the door did not move. When he turned the door handle again, he was horrified to find that the door was locked.

At this moment, he heard a voice coming from the direction of the stairs.He knew that it was afternoon, there might be hotel guests or waiters passing by, and it was too late to escape, what should I do if I was seen?

Stephen was overwhelmed with panic for a moment, but fortunately he calmed down quickly.He put the flashlight in his pocket, smoothed his hair with his fingers, and walked to the opposite room.He began to walk towards Julian's room, trying to pretend that nothing had happened, hoping that he would be treated as a normal guest.As for Julian who was still in room C307, Stephen planned to leave him alone for the time being, and think of a solution after these people left.

He knew that there was nothing special about his appearance, and he should be able to deceive him, so he was a little relieved.At the same time, the voices from the direction of the stairs became louder and louder. It sounded like several guests were arguing.The guests turned the corner, and at the same moment Stephen saw them, he felt his pulse jump like a post-war world, nothing but sirens and bells.

Among the three guests, the first was a horse with the head of a goose; the second was a man with ivory on his face and hands like vulture's claws; the third was a peacock with two heads.They - or should be called them - also saw Stephen, and all closed their mouths (beaks) immediately, and stared at him with human and animal eyes.

The two sides confronted each other, and they looked at Stephen more curiously, while Stephen looked more fearfully.He tried his best to control his breathing, because his heart began to panic and his chest was congested. He took a deep breath and didn't exhale it, trying to rely on it to withstand the fear.

They began to move, walking towards him, and Stephen involuntarily began to back away.Their approaching speed began to accelerate, and those hooves, claws, and wings stretched out one after another, waving at him.They were coming for him!

Is this a nightmare?This can only be a nightmare!Stephen so confirmed.He turned around and ran down the stairs on the other side, while behind him came a sound mixed with the roar of a strange beast.

Stephen ran from the third floor to the first and a half floors, during which time he did not encounter anyone or monsters.Maybe this is the end of the nightmare?he thought, though he himself did not quite believe in such good fortune.He is now running towards the hotel lobby, where he hopes to meet normal people, no matter who they are - good people, bad guys, robbers, as long as they are people, as long as they can get rid of the 'things' chasing him .

He ran down the stairs and stood on the marble floor of the lobby.The lobby is crowded, but what a crowd!A row of camels crowded the door, and their humps were the heads of two women; several bull-headed men were riding on the backs of human-headed bobcats, checking into the room; and stags; and on the ceiling, snake-tailed monkeys chased among the chandeliers.

This is almost like a fairy tale world, but it is not a fairy tale world after all, because these animals and monsters all have extremely fierce faces, and they all looked at Stephen directly when he appeared. Seeing the prey, the demon sees the victim just as much.

He tried to back away, but the roar of his pursuers on the stairs was getting closer.Stephen knew that he could not stay in the hotel, otherwise he would be like a prey surrounded by no hope of escape.He grabbed the double-decker luggage cart beside him, pushed it, and rushed towards the door of the hotel. "Go away! Go away! You demons!" he yelled as he ran.

The luggage cart knocked over the monsters, and they screamed and fell to the ground.Because the gate had been blocked by the 'camel', Stephen directly hit the glass wall with the luggage cart, the glass shattered, and he rushed out of the hotel.

After coming out of the hotel, Stephen found that the luggage cart was deformed and could no longer be used, so he had to throw it away.Those "people" in the hotel courtyard are actually monsters, but Stephen is not so surprised now, he can probably be sure that in this world, the only normal person is probably himself.Of course, this sentence can also be said in reverse: the only abnormal person in this world is himself.

He didn't think much, and continued to run out of the courtyard and down the mountain. As for where he ran, he hadn't figured it out yet, but anyway, avoid these monsters first.After the mood calmed down a little, the thinking also became active.Stephen began to seriously wonder what was going on with all this.He can be sure that this is a dream, but this dream is a bit too real.

Is it a dream created by the white lion?

As Julian had told him?

He believed so.But, damn it, he didn't know how to get out of this dream.

Stephen ran down the mountain road, followed by a large group of pursuers with strange shapes and strange sounds.The small towns on both sides of the mountain road are exactly the same as in the real world, the only difference is that there is no one in front of the gate or on the road.He continued running fast down the hill, thinking of changing course at the next bend and throwing off his pursuers.

He turned the corner, but unexpectedly found a figure in the middle of the mountain road in front of him. Although it was a little far away, Stephen could still tell that it was a person! "Hi!" Stephen yelled, waving his hands.

"Help!"

The man obviously heard it, because he turned his body to face Stephen, but somehow, the man didn't move, as if he didn't want to help.

"Help me!" Stephen continued, "They're after me! Help me!"

The distance between the two was getting closer, and Stephen suddenly recognized that person, but it was precisely because of recognizing him that Stephen felt as cold as in Antarctica in his heart.That man was none other than Julian, standing in the middle of the road with his hands behind his back, but he didn't have Julian's smile, his deep expression, or any expression on his face.

Stephen felt very wrong, but no matter how strange Julian was, he was still human. What else could he do except ask him for help? "Julian! Help me!" he cried, running to him.

There were only three or four steps left between the two of them. At this moment, Julian suddenly raised the arm that had been behind his back. In his right hand, he held an ax. The ax was large, heavy, and flashed With a cold light, the handle of the ax is two feet long.He raised the ax over his head and struck Stephen straight down.

"No! Julian! It's me!" Stephen screamed and avoided the fatal first axe, and he took advantage of the situation and ran towards the alley.

Behind him, at the head of the pack of monsters, is Julian with an axe.This almost made Stephen despair.He has been abandoned by the whole world and hunted down by the whole world.

"I'm done!" he screamed, running, dodging the axe.

His lungs turned into bellows, his chest and stomach burned like molten metal, and there was a red glow in his head and behind his eyeballs.

"What did I do wrong?!"

But all he could answer was the roar behind him, the eternal darkness after the candles burned out, and the vision of endless nightmares, and he was filled with a bone-chilling fear.

There was a dry branch on the ground, and Stephen stepped on it and slipped.He rolled around on the cold and wet ground, and when he got up again, he found himself surrounded by monsters. Julian was standing in front of him, looking down at him.Stephen held out his hand tremblingly to him, and said, "It's me, Julian, don't you recognize me? I'm Stephen!"

But this Julian didn't seem to hear him at all, he just moved his lips and said something.At first Stephen didn't catch it, but then he heard it, and Julian kept repeating one word: Bergs.

What's this?Is it a name?whose name?Stephen fought a cold war. "I'm not!" he exclaimed.

At this time, the ax in Julian's hand was raised.He, the monsters, the trees, the forest, the whole world spoke the word: Bergs.

The ax fell.

Everything is crumbling, everything is dying.The gods of Olympus, the lords of creation, the saviors of the world are all falling.Stephen's field of vision was divided into two halves, covered in dark red.