horror effect

Stephen ran up the main staircase of the hotel and down the corridor to Julian's room.He rang the doorbell, but there was no response for a long time, so he started calling Julian on his mobile phone, and there was a faint but sure ring from the closed door, but still no one came to open the door.

Stephen was so anxious that he began to beat the door with his fist and shouted loudly: "Julian! Come out! Something big happened!"

After 2 minutes like this, the door was suddenly opened.Julian appeared at the door, drenched in his bathrobe, as if he had just taken a shower.He blocked the door, preventing Stephen from entering, and asked impatiently: "What's the matter? You are so loud, as if you are afraid that the whole world will not know..."

Before he finished speaking, Stephen grabbed the collar of his bathrobe and pressed him against the wall, his forehead pressed against his forehead, and said in a word: "Theolos is dead. Get out quickly."

The news surprised Julian, but his performance was beyond Stephen's expectations.He looked up at the ceiling, then closed his eyes, pointed into the room, and said, "Talk to her."

Stephen walked in and saw Irena Theoros sitting on the bed, a large bath towel covered her waist and thighs, but her upper body was completely naked, her dark curly hair was wet against her forehead and neck , hanging straight to the top of the round and firm penis, her body is so beautiful, her expression is so gloomy.

"What did you just... say?" she asked.

"...your husband, he just died."

Elena covered her face with her hands. "is that true?"

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"How did he die?"

"……I have no idea."

"You don't know..." Irene repeated, "You don't know...you don't know!" Suddenly she grabbed Stephen's arm and shook it desperately.

"You tell me such horrible news and you dare say you don't know! You saw him die! How could you watch him die!"

Like an enraged lioness, she pinched Stephen's arm viciously with her fingers, drawing stripes with her nails.Stephen was frightened by her, he had never seen such a woman before.

Julian rushed to separate the two, and he pushed Stephen out of the room, telling him to get out immediately.Irene sat on the bed with her forehead pressed against the sheet, her hands twisting everything she could reach, and Julian went to hug her and she began to cry as if clutching at a straw.

When Julian and Stephen walked down the stairs of the hotel, several guests came out of the restaurant and walked out in panic.It appears that news of Theoros' death has already crept in.

When they came to the death scene behind the hotel, there were a few more people than before, and a police car appeared.Among the extra people was Dr. Hostatova. She did not attend the wedding banquet today, but was specially called. There is no forensic doctor in the town, and it would be a waste of time to ask for it from other places, so the female doctor temporarily acted as a forensic doctor. Role.

"The cause of death was acute myocardial infarction. Two months ago, Theoros had an attack. At that time, the situation was not so serious and the rescue was timely. This time the situation was much more serious, and because no one else was present, he was already dead when he was found. "

"What caused him? I hear he is recovering," asked the police chief.

"Cold weather. Suddenly coming from indoors to outdoors in such a cold day, and the clothes are not very warm. People with medical history are prone to sudden death."

"So it was an accidental death?"

"you can say it this way."

The chief of police nodded, seemingly satisfied with the explanation.He turned around to greet the police officers who came, intending to move the body away."The relatives of the deceased are coming," the constable told him. The chief of police stepped back to clear a path.

Irina Theoros and Nicola Theoros walked over solemnly, followed by a group of terrified and curious onlookers.They stood beside the dead, mourning silently, their expressions were sad but restrained, as if they had foreseen the coming of this day.

In fact, for Irene and Nicholas, Theoros had already died when he became ill for the first time, and what lived with them for more than a month was only the flesh. Now, the flesh follows It is a blessing for every member of the Theolos family, dead or alive, that the souls float together.

After the mourning was over, Elena signaled that the body could be removed.Several police officers lifted the stiff corpse and put it on the stretcher, but at this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Look at the mark on his chest! It looks like the paw print of a wild beast!"

Sure enough, there was a spot on Theolos' front breast that was illuminated by the lights of the police car, where no snowflakes had fallen, and there were marks like cat paw prints, only bigger.This discovery caused the crowd to "boom" like a bomb being thrown. A huge shout broke out. "White Lion", "White Lion", this word is repeated in countless high and low voices.

"It's coming again, it's showing up again, it's going to kill us!" All these people were restless, panicked, and trembling with fright. They kept looking around, as if they were looking for something. Making nervous gestures, trying to resist the fear in my heart.

Stephen and Julian stood at the edge of the crowd, they glanced at each other, and Stephen said, "How is it?"

"Bad."

"I think so too."

"That imprint is probably fake."

"Are you saying it was deliberately made to scare people?"

Julian smiled and said, "It's just part of it, part of a huge and dangerous game."

It has been snowing heavily for two days, the roads in the town are empty, and the cold keeps people at home.

Dr. Hostatova looked out the window at the white street—there was nothing on it, no one, no footprints in the thick snow.The whole town was as quiet as sudden death, except for the angry howling of the wind.

She felt something strange in her heart: there were no footprints on the snow... How long had it been since she saw a person pass the path in front of the clinic?Men no longer go to the pub to drink, women no longer go to the house of close friends to chat, they all stay at home and dare not take a step.She could even imagine those people sitting tremblingly in their own room, talking trivial and nonsense, while their eyes glanced at a certain place outside the window from time to time, as if something terrible would suddenly come out from that point in the air. s things.

Hostatova couldn't see anyone else, but she could feel the terror that hung over the town, gathering from all directions like migrating lemmings that filled the streets and flowed incessantly.People can't tell where the fear is, but as long as they look up and see the frightened expression in other people's eyes, they will suddenly realize that the fear is silently hanging a foot above their own heads.

Two days ago, the logging owner Theoros died suddenly on the way to the Bowai couple's wedding banquet. Although Hostatova had stated that the cause of death was a sudden onset of illness, the vague mark on the chest of the deceased overcame her inspection. Report, sow the seeds of fear in everyone's heart.Fear of the catastrophe of death beating upon one's head overcame science.

The female doctor shook her head. She sat down at the desk and began to draw a lion with a pencil. Her skills were not good, and the drawing didn't look like it. She crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash can.The legend of the white lion didn't hold much weight in her heart.

She has studied medicine for so many years, of course she knows that the legend is just a lie.Even if the legend is true, even if it does kill people, she is not afraid.She is not afraid of death, she has already died once, and one more time is nothing.Even, in the deepest part of her heart, she hoped that the white lion could appear in front of her, so that she could ask it, where is Anton...

With a cluck, the door of the medical center was opened.Nicholas Theoros came in covered in snowflakes, and the heat in the room made him sneeze a few times.

Khostatova stood up in surprise and asked him: "Why are you here? Didn't you say..." She did not continue.The next day was Theoros' funeral, and she didn't think Nikolai would come to work.

Nicholas hung up his overcoat, wiped his spectacle lenses covered with moisture with his fingers, waited until he put them back on, and then replied: "I think it's better to come here, the weather is quite cold these days, and the patients will many."

Hostatova sighed.

She knew very well that there were not many sick people. Where would those people who were stuck in the house all day go to catch the cold?She thought Nikolay knew this himself, but he came anyway, he wasn't afraid of the white lion - the legend didn't affect him, what he was afraid of was staying at home and looking at the memories of his dead father that were imprinted with countless s things.She herself was like this after Anton's death. She didn't dare to look at the walls he had painted, the tables and chairs he had wiped, the sofa and the bed he had been lying on. The memory of her is embedded in the heart with an invisible thread, and the touch of the eyes will cause continuous pain.

Nikolay went to the consulting room as usual, and before he left, Hostatova stopped him. "I know you are very distressed," she said in as gentle a voice as possible. "If you feel that work can relieve your pain and that the clinic is more suitable than home, you can come anytime."

Nikolai's eyes were moist, and a strong emotion flooded his face, his chest, and covered his whole body like herpes. "Thank you...thank you..." He whispered with trembling lips, then walked into the consulting room and closed the door.

He wanted to cry a lot, and wanted tears to flow from his eyes, nose, mouth, and heart. Although he knew that crying would make people ugly and old, the tears were burning like magma at this moment.He crouched against the door, palms to his face.

He cried first, then laughed, then cried again, until all the things that had been sealed in his chest flew away before he gradually calmed down.

The sudden death of Theoros at the wedding upsets the main character of the wedding, the banker Mikhail Bouilly.He is not a pity for the dead, on the contrary, he thinks Theoros died well.

That's what he felt when he first saw Theoros' body.

What he worried about was that the wedding banquet broke up unhappy, which would leave a bad impression on Anna's family.Thinking of this, Bowai looked out the window and found that Anna was walking in the garden of the mansion with her parents and relatives.There was a lot of snow, but they seemed to be in good spirits. Several children had already started throwing snowballs at each other. A white bird flew from nowhere and circled over the heads of the crowd.

Anna is still as gentle and beautiful as when he first met her. As the banker's wife, her appearance and talent will add luster to her status.But she also has flaws, Bois thought, she is too gentle, sometimes soft-hearted.When Theoros and his wife came to borrow money at the wedding banquet, Bouai originally planned to ignore it, but Anna was moved by the tragic situation of Theoros' family.When Bowai signed the check, it was clear that the money would never come back anyway.

However, it is worth the expense to make the new wife happy, but it is better not to have this kind of unrequited charity in the future.

He is a businessman, although his bank has a large number of low-income depositors, although his insurance company will also insure low-income people, but giving alms without expecting anything in return is the behavior of a lunatic.

He would never give away money to others.

No, he is not a saint.

Look at Theoros, he ran out of money and ended up being a beast with no dignity, beggars, who would have believed that ten years ago?How beautiful was Theolos at that time, he didn't know what work was, he never worked, but he was always rich and had a good time.And now retribution came, and he lost everything.

What else can a person do when he has lost his money and thus his social status?No one will pity him, help him, even his relatives will abandon him.

Wasn't Theolos' wife supposedly in bed with the foreigner when he died in the snow?

See, this is love.

No one will love you, on the contrary, everyone is afraid to avoid you, your former advantages and virtues are not even worth the dust at this time.And what can you do!What else can you do but hide in the earth like dust!

No one loves you, all people, all animals, all things, even the pebbles in the road sneer at you, God - if there is one - is indifferent to your pain.There's no love or mercy or miracles in this world, nothing but a bunch of bipeds walking around in panic all day long, the big eating the little ones, and the little ones eating the smaller ones.

Bowai exhaled, and exhaled out the uncomfortable stuff in his chest.He looked at the luxurious furniture and furnishings in the room he was in, and thought that although the idea just now was terrifying, it had nothing to do with him.

Then he remembered that he was going to Theoros' funeral tomorrow.It is necessary to say goodbye to the dead, because you look at the dead man's face, think of the terrible things that have happened to him, and rejoice that you have escaped those disasters.

He planned to join the walkers, but just stood up when he heard a fluttering sound from the window behind him. He turned his head and found that the white bird had just flown out of the window, and its wings touched the glass. "A strange bird," said Bouilly to himself, "it seems to be coming in."

Then the most incredible thing happened, the white bird actually replied: "I just want to go in."

This startled Bowai, he froze for a moment, looked at the white bird carefully, and found that there was nothing special about it, and it stopped talking.Boyle thought he was hallucinating.

He turned around and wanted to leave the room, but at this moment there was that strange voice behind him: "Don't forget the white lion! Don't forget the white lion!"

Bouilly froze for a moment, he was motionless like a bird frozen by a sudden snowstorm in the wilderness, his eyes were wide open, almost staring out of their sockets.He turned very slowly and looked at the window, only to realize that there was nothing there.He breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the window, looked around, but found no sign of Shiratori, so he felt a little relieved.

But the words left by the white bird pierced deeply into his body.

white lion?

He shivered, as if a soft, cold octopus stretched out its arms and legs, and crawled directly into his heart.