horror effect

At one o'clock in the morning, there was complete silence, except for the even and rigid ticking of the big clock in the corner of the corridor.

Julian walked up and down the corridor.He was barefoot and in pajamas, with only a thin blanket over his shoulders.

He couldn't fall asleep, and the reason he couldn't sleep was the memory of Lydie that lingered in his mind.For some unknown reason, those deeply buried memories became extremely clear that night, converging into a raging wave and attacking him, almost knocking him down.

Shivering with the cold, he stepped faster and faster, stomping hard on the ground, just as he once trod the streets of Paris, as he once trod on the dust of Isfahan, as he once trod on Peder Pull blood red rocks...

These places he once stepped on also left Lidi's footprints.

Except, Kashmir.

Cold Kashmir, snowy Kashmir.Liddy's cemetery.

Don't torture me!

Don't torture me!

Those memories entangled in his mind, sucking blood like leeches, swelling in his brain.

Julian put his hands on the wall and walked forward slowly, his waist bent lower and lower until his forehead touched the ground.He knelt on the ground, holding his head, desperately trying to shrink his body.He clenched his teeth so tightly that he almost bit his jaw through.But that kind of pain, the kind of pain that seemed to be piercing through the heart with a red-hot iron bar, still refused to leave.

He felt that the only way he could drive away the nightmare was by uttering a cry.But just as he opened his mouth and his lungs were filled with air, the crack of the door in front of him suddenly became brighter and brighter, outlining a rectangular outline.

And at this moment, those memories that were still biting him just now disappeared like being blown away by a strong wind, just like they came so violently at first.The light saved him.

The light was still intensifying, and took on a riot of colour, illuminating all sides of the door.

Julian couldn't help leaning towards the gap, pressing his face against the door, trying to see what it was like inside.But he could see nothing but the dappled light.Vaguely, he seemed to hear singing, which seemed to come from inside the door, but also seemed to come from his heart.

He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it lightly—the door wasn't locked, it was just ajar.He took a deep breath, clenched the handle, and yanked the door open.

A torrent of intense light rushed to him, and countless hours pierced through his body like arrows.Julian covered his eyes.He was like those skiers who suffer from snow blindness and can't see anything.

The glare gradually receded, and Julian could see his surroundings clearly.

He is in a room.

The layout of this room was similar to the one he lived in, so he thought he was still in the hotel.

But what a room this is.The floor is rose-coloured Carrara marble; it is covered with a soft, rich red and blue patterned Bombasin blanket; there is no wallpaper, the walls are paneled in dark red wood with scrollwork; overhead is Baccarat crystal The chandelier is covered with a layer of tulle, and the crystal crystals sway slightly, like dewdrops on a huge cocoon; in the middle of the room, there is a round walnut table made of malachite and jasper, shining brightly.On the table stood an ivy goblet of green glass with a feather of a wild fowl in it; an amber encased in a fly, and a crucifix necklace in enamel and gold.

On the innermost side of the room, there is a dark red four-poster bed. The red canopy and curtains wrap the whole bed tightly, and only the griffins at the foot of the bed can be seen. A lion paw.

The whole room was so gorgeous, reflecting the brilliance of gold and precious stones everywhere.But from Julian's point of view, the room seemed to have not been used for a long time, and there were cobwebs hanging in many places.

But what made him feel strange was that there was a long-lasting fragrance floating in the air, a familiar smell.Julian thought for a while, and suddenly recalled his travels in the desert areas of the Middle East.

The music he felt outside the door just now appeared again, ethereal and ethereal, like a church hymn.Julian was very surprised. He didn't understand how there was such a room in the hotel, and how such a luxurious room could appear in a remote mountain town in Eastern Europe.

He took two steps towards the bed, but felt that the singing that hit his heart seemed to become louder.He took another two steps forward, and sure enough, the singing became louder, and it had changed from a soothing singing to a powerful chorus.

Is this voice preventing me from moving forward?

Julian tentatively took a step, and sure enough, a shrill voice began to appear in the menacing singing voice:

"He broke in! He came over! Stop him!"

stop him?What to stop him from doing?Why stop him?Who is going to stop him?

These questions made Julian more confident in moving forward.He stared at the large bed wrapped in curtains—that was where the secret lay.As he walked on, the screeching voices that stopped him turned into shouts, louder and louder.When he stood beside the bed and touched the gorgeous fabric with his fingers, those voices had completely lost the meaning of singing, and turned into loud noises like countless shells exploding around him.

He covered his ears in vain, grasped the curtain with difficulty with one hand, and pulled the heavy cloth away with a sudden force.In an instant, the deafening sound disappeared, and the air returned to silence, but this silence was even more terrifying.In it he heard the sounds of spiders spinning webs and the setting sun.

On the red satin bed sheet embroidered with golden patterns lay a man: his skin was pale, but the light blue blood vessels under his arms were pulsating slightly. This was a man in a dream.A thin quilt of the same color as the bed sheet covered the man's shoulders. Julian reached out and lifted the quilt. Sure enough, it was a man.

But how beautiful and strange his face was.Nearly white eyebrows, white eyelashes, and straight silver-white hair draped over the shoulders, this man's face is as frighteningly white as his body, only the lips are red, embedded in such a face is so shocking!In order to confirm his guess, Julian threw off all the quilts on the man.

As he expected, the hair on the triangle of that person was also extremely light in color.Probably not dyed, he thought.

And he also noticed at this time, if you ignore these strange places, this is a beautiful and vigorous man, very young, probably in his 20s...

vampire?Julian thought suddenly.Isn't that a legend?

As he thought so, his fingers involuntarily stroked the man's hair.Julian didn't have the idea that he was *, he felt like he was touching a well-made doll, a dummy, a half-finished dummy that hadn't been painted.

Fingers run down the forehead, the tip of the nose, the lips, everything is soft, warm and elastic.

Made very realistically.Julian evaluates the feel under his fingers exactly the same way he touches items on the shelves of a department store.

But when he looked at the man's face again, he saw a pair of open eyes—red pupils wrapped in white lashes.

Those eyes stared at him; they were like opals, blazing with flesh-incinerating fire.

"who are you?"

Julian asked at the same time as him.

Immediately afterwards, the corner of the man's mouth raised a smile.That smile was so innocent and sweet, but Julian sensed a faint omen between his brows.He took a step back silently, examining the pale skin and red pupils.

albino.Julian believed in his own judgment, but how did this person suddenly appear here?

"Who am I?" said the man. "Who am I? Don't you know me?"

Very suddenly, he sat up, leaned out, and held out his arms to Julian.

"I am her!"

Julian fought a cold war.He felt the space around him fill with terror, and something pierced his body like the horn of a beast.The man clearly saw his fear, and the smile deepened on his face.

"Yes, you guessed it right. I am the woman you killed! I am Liddy!"

The pale arm stretched out suddenly, so fast that Julian had no time to react, the man's fingers had already touched his cheek.He backed away abruptly, avoiding the man's claw-like fingers. "Lydie's death has nothing to do with me! You crazy!"

"It has nothing to do with you? What did you say? You said my death has nothing to do with you?!" The man burst out into a loud laugh, his hard nails clasped Julian's arm tightly, and his strange red eyes fixed on him. with him. "You killed me! Let me die in Kashmir. Why would I go there if it wasn't for you! How could I die there if I didn't go there! I was buried there! Rotten!"

"Go away! You devil, witch!" Julian waved his arms angrily, trying to drive away the people in front of him.He thought it was just a continuation of the dream just now, but no matter how hard he tried, the voices and words that made him shudder never disappeared.

The man seemed to know what Julian was thinking, and said with a smile, "Dream? This is not a dream. This is more real than your existence! You can't escape! Look at me, look at me! Look at me!"

The white face and red eyes were getting closer and closer, and Julian couldn't help but close his eyes.No matter how the voice in his ear threatened him, he vowed not to open it again until he woke up from the nightmare.Suddenly the shouts that had been cursing him suddenly disappeared, and an unbearable loneliness surged up.All he could hear was his own rough breathing.

"Julian."

Someone was calling his name, and the voice was no longer the vicious male voice, but a female crisp and soft voice, which Julian was very familiar with and deeply buried in his memory.He opened his eyes slowly—Liddy was standing in front of him.She was wearing a light-colored dress and her hair was pulled back loosely, just like the day she left.She has a charming smile on her face.

"Liddy?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes, that's me. Your Lydian."

"Are you... a ghost?"

Upon hearing this, the smile froze on her face, and big and big tears fell down.She knelt down, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her cheek against his body.

"I don't know, Julian. But how I wanted to stay that day! You said you didn't love me anymore, that our pursuits were getting more and more divergent, and that it was time to part. What a pain I was that day! I was so angry. Kashmir, but how I wish you could hold my hand when I turned around and go with me like always! How I wished you would catch up when I left alone, but you didn't! You didn't !"

As she spoke, she burst into tears.This made Julian feel as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

He bent down, held her face in his hands, and pressed it against his own.The tears wet his face too.They seem to be a pair of lovers reunited after a long absence, kissing and comforting each other, and the passion that has been extinguished for a long time is burning in their bodies.

Julian felt that this dream made him sink deeper and deeper, but he couldn't leave coldly.

He felt his body...

This feeling frightened him, but he couldn't escape it.Behind the excitement of his body lay a pain as if his internal organs were being torn apart.The passion that gradually climbed to the top made him close his eyes.At this moment, he heard a slight sneer coming from his body, so terrifying, like the scream of a vulture discovering a dead body.

He shivered and opened his eyes.

Blood flowed from the corners of Lidi's eyes, dripping wantonly on her pale face.A few gray spots quickly expanded on her skin like plant growth, and a little bit of dark red began to appear, which fell from her body.

Her voice shifted, thick as a man's, and she cried, "I'm dying! I'm dying! That's how I'm dying! Buried in the soil and eaten! Look at me!"

Julian tried desperately to leave her, but her naked fingers were as hard as pincers.

"Look! Look! This is the woman you killed!"

Thick black blood gushed out of her mouth, and her nose and ears began to crawl out, more and more, covering her whole body, and her mouth, which had been covered by * lips, was still wide open, yelling.

Julian suddenly felt darkness before his eyes.He couldn't see anything.