imaginary field

26

When Chris opened his eyes again, all he could see was darkness. After thinking for a while, he recognized from the darkness—it was the bed board.

He turned his head in the narrow space and found a little bit of light from outside. He slowly squirmed his body and crawled towards the world beyond the bed.

And when he finally left under the bed, he glanced at the wall clock on the wall.

It is now 6 in the morning, and he bet that he has never woken up so early before. Evan, who was lying next to him, has long since disappeared. The crib next to it has appeared where it should have been.

And he also found Evan in the crib.

The other party was sitting in the crib, not knowing what he was thinking-this picture was a bit funny, so Chris laughed, and then attracted Evan's attention.

"Good morning." Chris greeted. He walked to the crib and found that there were a few more broken toys in the bed... Chris turned his head and looked at the bed he had been lying on.

A deep gash had been split in his pillow, and the stuffing eagerly burrowed through the crack.

And where he had been lying before, there were messy knife marks.

The feeling made Chris feel a little... creepy.

He felt like a passerby strayed into a horror movie, which was far more shocking than when he saw the monster and Johansen in the dark before.

"Is that her?" Chris asked.

Evan didn't speak, he just touched the wall behind the crib, and Chris noticed that a little flesh-colored traces began to appear on the original red floral wallpaper.

If I must give an example, the trace is about the size of a book.

It looked like the color of the skin of a dead pig slaughtered in a slaughterhouse, and lost its vitality. Even looking at it gave people an ominous, cursed illusion.

And on this skin-like wall, two half-open eyes appeared. The eyeballs bulged a bulge on the wall, revealing lines like blood vessels. Those eyes were gray and looked like glass. It's done... At this moment, these eyes are behind Evan, watching the boy.

"...What is that?" Chris asked, he could feel his voice was dry, as if he had lost moisture, he felt that the scene in front of him was so weird that he didn't know how to describe it.

"He's awake." Sitting in the crib, Evan pressed his index finger to his lips in a silent gesture.

Chris remembered that when he entered the room yesterday, he didn't see these weird eyes. This feeling made him feel very bad. He subconsciously shifted his body, trying to leave the range of sight.

But he found that no matter where he stood, he could feel that feeling of being watched.

So he walked to Evan's side and looked at the pair of eyes that appeared on the wall. After getting closer, Chris realized that the eyes looked more like decorations. Its eyeballs seemed to be glass beads, not With practical use function, "When did he show up?"

"Last night," said Evan, crawling out of the crib, "after you woke up, these things started to wake up."

"so?"

"No one knows what will happen. Those who woke up disappeared in the hotel." Evan said slowly, he looked up at Chris for a while, "You have to find my room."

Of course Chris knew about this. He took Evan to the bedroom door and observed the movement around him. The doorknob was still unlocked. Chris didn’t understand why the crib moved to that place. In terms of location, he thought it might have happened after he fell asleep, after all, there were a few more broken toys on the bed——

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door suddenly, Chris pressed Evan's shoulder, he didn't speak, just remained silent.

"Dong dong dong."

The knock on the door rang again.

Chris knew he couldn't keep silent, so he made a sound.

"I prepared breakfast." The woman's voice came from outside the door. Her voice was the same as last night, a little low and hoarse - but Chris's head couldn't help but have a sweet smell in the dark .

He felt that the fear of last night was revived again with this association... He wiped his face, tried to calm his tone, said something casually to the woman, and after sending her away, he squatted on the ground , looking at Evan.

According to the previous rules, another day passed, and he remembered that when they arrived at Johnson's house, they got the reminder that there were only three days left, and Chris and Evan spent the day at the house, and then now... …he was with the shrunken Evan in this room where the rules of the world could no longer be applied.

At this time, Chris suddenly thought of Carlton. He wasn't sure if what he saw was a bad trick by that man, so he could only ask Evan, "Do you know Carlton?"

Evan suddenly looked at Chris warily.

"Have you met Carlton?" Chris asked.

Evan didn't speak.

It was a few seconds before Chris heard him say, "He showed up out of the blue."

"When?"

"Three months ago, in the summer," Evan said, "a strange voice suddenly appeared in my ear, and that person told me that his name was Carlton."

Chris found that the Evan in front of him was not like a child when he was narrating things. Of course, he also knew that what he was facing should not be the real Evan when he was young, but just a projection or something like that.

——Anyway, he has seen enough these days.

"What did he say?"

"He doesn't talk much." Evan avoided Chris' gaze. He walked around Chris, opened the bedroom door in front of him, and saw the woman standing at the door.

The other party didn't seem surprised that they were standing by the door, and they seemed to have been standing there for a long time.

Chris stood up from the ground, he looked at the woman who was about the same height as him, "Eavesdropping is not a good habit, ma'am."

"I heard you talking about Carlton?" said the woman suddenly.

Chris didn't expect to hear this name from this woman's mouth.

Unlike Chris and Evan's embarrassment, when the woman appeared in front of their door, she had already tidied herself up perfectly. She was wearing a tweed jacket with a soft turtleneck sweater inside. Her lower body is a pair of loose trousers and buckle leather shoes, which looks elegant and appropriate... The makeup on her face is also meticulous, with a slender eyebrow shaved to the smooth brow bone, and her lipstick is It's bright red, with slightly curly hair, and a headband tied on it, which looks very retro.

Her gray eyes looked at Chris for a moment, but it made Chris think of the eyes growing on the wall - except that they were far darker and more indifferent than the ones on the wall.

"That's a lunatic." The woman took out a metal cigarette case from her coat pocket, then took out a long, thin cigarette, and lit it with a match. "Are you looking for him?"

"He might know something," Chris said vaguely.

The woman looked at them.

"Do you know where he is?"

"Of course," said the woman, with a little malice on her face, "he's in your room."