Lonelytree

  Millman97

  The toilet was dark and the world was so silent that Chen Ge could hear his own heartbeat. He stared unblinkingly at the mirror before him. When the clock struck 12, the mirror turned blurry like it was starting to mist. Then, a number appeared in the middle of the mirror—0.

  The changing number surprised Chen Ge. He had thought this number was something left behind by the mirror monster. Since the monster had been consumed by Zhang Ya already, the number should have disappeared along with it.

  He took out his phone to snap a picture of the number, but as he raised his arms, his whole body froze. The reflection in the mirror shifted from reality, and the door to one of the cubicles turned red!

  It was a red that was unmistakable; it was as if the cubicle was filled with blood, and fresh blood was still leaking out from the cervices.

  Using his phone to record this curious phenomenon, he slowly turned around to slowly push open the cubicle’s door.

  As the door in reality was pushed open, so was the door in the mirror. There was nothing inside the cubicle in reality, but in the mirror, everything inside the cubicle was dyed red, including the toilet paper holder, the toilet paper, the flush, and even the small advertisements pasted on the wall.

  In the darkened room, the blood red cubicle was exceptionally eye-grabbing.

  Chen Ge did not understand what was happening. He took a cautious step forward, and when half of his upper body reached into the cubicle, a strange sensation overwhelmed him. Something sticky covered his skin like he was being swallowed and compressed.

  He immediately retreated, and one minute later, the cubicle in the mirror returned to normal. When Chen Ge walked into the cubicle again, the strange sensation was no longer there. The red door in the mirror only appeared for one minute after midnight, and everything returned to normal after that.

  Chen Ge switched on the light. He leaned against the window and started to think.

  To confirm his suspicion, he searched for the details of his first Nightmare Mission on the black phone.

  “It requires plenty of courage, incredible luck, and a bit of luck to see the hidden world.”


  Chen Ge tried to think back to the situation that night. Even though he did not open his eyes, he did pay plenty of attention to his surroundings with his ears.

  At the time, Chen Ge had assumed it was the wind, but now he revised his theory. Perhaps the cause of the creaking was the mirror monster escaping the blood red world.

  Chen Ge looked at the wooden door of the cubicle in question, and a weird thought cropped up his mind.

  Shaking that crazy thought out of his mind, Chen Ge returned to stand before the mirror.

  The door in the mirror had returned to normal, but Chen Ge did not dare assume that it would not appear again. There was a possibility that it would continue to appear every night at midnight as long as the mirror monster did not return to it.

  Chen Ge found a heavy black cloth to cover the mirror and left the toilet. After returning to the staff breakroom, Chen Ge pulled out the black phone to check the newly refreshed Daily Missions.

  Easy Mission: A normal Haunted House experience should not create permanent trauma to its visitors; I hope you understand this simple theory. Please improve the Haunted House’s security by inspecting the security threats hidden around the Haunted House.

  Normal Mission: A single hand cannot clap. A good Haunted House needs a good management team. Recruit more talents; they will definitely help when the situation demands it.

  Nightmare Mission: There has always been a second occupant inside your room, wouldn’t you like to meet said person?

  Chen Ge was familiar with these three missions. He was conflicted. Nightmare Mission was the best choice if he wanted to expand his Haunted House faster, but after the incident with the mirror monster, he was wary of choosing Nightmare Missions.

  Ever since he received the black phone, Chen Ge had not had a good night’s sleep. If this continued, his physical body might not be able to withstand it.

  Pulling the sheet around him, Chen Ge soon fell asleep.

  The next morning at 8 am, Chen Ge, who was fully recovered, rushed out of his room. The first place he visited was the entrance to the Night of the Living Dead scenario. The space that he had selected last night had experienced some changes—there was now an additional path leading downward.

  A tunnel had been dug through the ground. He walked down the stairs and soon reached the abandoned underground parking lot. The space was empty and destitute, and there was barely a working light.

  Chen Ge was rather disappointed, but reminding himself that the large space was his to toy with relit his passion and desire.

  Returning to the first floor, Chen Ge walked to the Haunted House’s front door with the black phone. Between the gates and the Haunted House’s entrance corridor stood a new semi-transparent wooden construct that was painted black. It looked like two dressers that had been sewn together.

  Chen Ge opened the door and took a seat within. The interior of the place was so cramped that he felt like he was lying inside an uncomfortable coffin.