Volume 1 Campus Horror Chapter 0001 Midnight Call
All of my classmates are... dead.
Way to survive: Point the mirror at the ghost.
Survivor (referring to those who escaped, the same below): Xiao Mo.
Death (referring to those who escaped, the same below): None.
Chapter 0001 Midnight Call
It was already very late at night, and the room was shrouded in a layer of cold darkness. The curtains were opened a corner, and the moonlight from outside shone on the round mirror in front of the window, making the entire mirror glow dimly.
The room was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of breathing lingering in the air. At this moment, the moonlight on the round mirror became brighter, and even the shadows on the ground were stretched out to a very long length, as if the figure lying on the ground was not a shadow, but a rotten corpse that had been dead for who knows how long.
I don't know if it's due to the atmosphere in the room, or if it's just the way it is, but the round mirror looks eerie at this moment. There's a bright red door in the mirror! The paint on the door doesn't seem to have dried yet, and there's still bright liquid dripping down. Just one look at it is enough to make people shudder, like a door to hell leading to death.
“Squeak…”
A friction sound suddenly rang out in the room, and then was slowly amplified by the silence here. Looking at the red door in the mirror again, I saw that it was originally tightly closed and suddenly opened a little! Then a pair of pale and weak claws stretched out from the gap...
"bell--!"
A series of sharp ringtones broke the silence. Xiao Mo picked up the damn phone from the pillow and randomly pressed the answer button. Then he asked impatiently:
"Who is it?"
“Woo woo…”
The phone emitted a ghostly howling sound, which seemed particularly eerie in the dead of night. Along with the sound of the wind, there was also an extremely frightened voice:
"It...it's coming out! Help me, help me!"
“Beep…”
The call was suddenly hung up. Xiao Mo looked at the screen of his phone in doubt. The caller on the screen was his classmate Zhang Youshan. Zhang Youshan was one of his best friends. He liked to play pranks very much and never felt bored.
"He's so boring!"
Xiao Mo cursed in his heart, but after thinking about it, he still called back worriedly, however:
"The number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment..."
Hearing that the other end could not get through, Xiao Mo put down the phone next to his ear and then started coughing violently. During this time, he fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp, and the white light immediately illuminated the room, while also making his already pale face look even paler.
It took a while for Xiao Mo to stop coughing, but his face looked sick, except for his eyes which were still deep and bright.
Xiao Mo is a sophomore student. He does not live in the dormitory because he has a house near the school. The house was left to him by his parents. Although the area is only 60 square meters, it is enough for him to live alone.
After taking a deep breath, Xiao Mo felt his chest feel better. He got off the bed and went straight to the mirror. Looking at his thin self in the mirror, he shook his head helplessly.
The reason why he had been coughing so violently before was not because he had a cold, but because of the sequelae of pneumonia. When he was a child, he had suffered from extremely severe pneumonia, and although it was cured, it left a root of the disease, so he would cough from time to time.
At this moment, Xiao Mo's eyebrows moved suddenly, and he put his face closer to the mirror, and then he reached out and touched it. A drop of red liquid was stained on the mirror at some point, and he sniffed it, and a faint smell of blood immediately flowed into his nose.
"It's blood. Strange, when did it get on you?"
Xiao Mo was a very neat person. He would clean his house spotlessly every day, so the mirror was naturally cleaned to a bright shine. That was why he was surprised by the blood on it, because he had not been injured in recent days. Moreover, the blood on the mirror had not dried yet, and it was obviously not long ago.
Xiao Mo first walked around the room for a long time, and then went to several other rooms. After confirming again and again that there was no problem, he turned off the desk lamp and returned to bed.
Instantly, darkness once again enveloped everything in the room.
On the second day, Xiao Mo washed up, went to school, and attended classes as usual. However, there was one more thing he did today, which was to stop Zhang Youshan and scold him harshly.
After class, Xiao Mo stopped Zhang Youshan who wanted to go out to smoke, just as he had expected.
"You called me in the middle of the night and scared me with your screams and howls. I was like, how bored you are!"
"You took the wrong medicine, right? Who called you in the middle of the night?"
Zhang Youshan looked at Xiao Mo in confusion, his expression was so innocent and he was at a loss. Xiao Mo knew that Zhang Youshan would never admit it, so he immediately put the phone in front of him and said:
"There are witnesses and evidence everywhere, why are you still quibbling?"
"Stop it, I'm in a hurry to smoke!"
Zhang Youshan didn't even look at it. After saying it impatiently, he bypassed Xiao Mo's obstruction and rushed out of the classroom.
“Ahem…”
Xiao Mo was so angry that he started coughing again. He cursed under his breath and put the phone back in his pocket.
On the way home from school, Zhang Youshan, Xiao Mo, and Huang Liang walked side by side. Along the way, their ears were filled with all kinds of noises made by Zhang Youshan. Xiao Mo was too lazy to ask him about the phone call because he knew it was useless to ask.
Zhang Youshan and Huang Liang are both locals. Their homes are not too far from the school, even closer than Xiao Mo's, so the three of them usually walk together.
After listening to Zhang Youshan's nonsense, Huang Liang asked Xiao Mo curiously:
"We've known each other for such a long time, but you haven't invited us to visit your home?"
"Yeah, you're really too rude, we're still buddies after all!"
Zhang Youshan echoed and looked at Xiao Mo with disdain. Xiao Mo had no reaction and nodded at Huang Liang.
"That's no problem. I can take you anywhere anytime."
Huang Liang glanced at the time, then looked at the gray sky above, then he shook his head and replied:
"Forget about it today. Let's go another day when we have time."
…
After parting with Huang Liang, Xiao Mo set out on the path home alone. His home was actually located in a remote area, with farmland on both sides and a garbage station on one side. The building was also very old , and it was probably classified as a first-class antique. All the people living in it were old people, and although there were young people, they were very few.
On the way upstairs, Xiao Mo met several acquaintances, such as his neighbor Aunt Wang, Uncle Zhao downstairs, etc. Because these people were always seen, Xiao Mo also smiled and greeted them.
For some reason, he was particularly tired today, so after he came back he did nothing but took a shower and fell asleep on the bed.
The night was gradually deepening, and the room was flickering with faint fluorescent lights, just like countless ghosts, floating silently here. Xiao Mo seemed to have had a nightmare, and his expression suddenly became very painful, looking as if... as if...
"bell--!"
The ringtone at midnight sounded very sharp, even comparable to the scream of a ghost. Xiao Mo was awakened by the ringtone, and with some anger he reached for his phone from the bedside. He glanced at the caller on the screen, and it turned out to be Zhang Youshan.
He had suffered a loss before, so he would not be fooled again. Without any hesitation, he turned his phone to silent mode and threw it aside. He wanted to fall asleep again, but he suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as if something terrible was going to happen. This feeling also made him lose all sleep. He cursed in his heart and took out the damn phone again.
The phone screen was still on, and it was obvious that the caller had not given up. Xiao Mo frowned but finally answered the call. Unexpectedly, as soon as he pressed the answer button, Zhang Youshan's extremely terrified cry came from the phone:
"I'm on the school playground. Help me! Help me!"
"Do you dare to try a new and creative way of playing? Even if it means being chased by a ghost!"
Zhang Youshan seemed to be unable to hear Xiao Mo's words, and continued to scream on the other end of the phone:
"It... is coming out! Help me, help me!"
“Beep…”
Before Xiao Mo could ask further, the phone beeped after hanging up. Putting down the phone, Xiao Mo couldn't help but shudder, and the uncomfortable feeling he had before became even stronger. He decided to ask Zhang Youshan what he was going to do tomorrow. Although he was quite courageous, he couldn't stand this kind of tossing. In order to prevent Zhang Youshan from harassing him again, Xiao Mo simply turned off his phone. As the saying goes, if you don't listen, you won't be bothered!
Early the next morning, Xiao Mo blocked Zhang Youshan at the stairs.
"I'm asking you, are you done yet? There should be a limit to how much you can joke around, right?"
Zhang Youshan blinked his not-so-big eyes quickly, his face full of astonishment and confusion. He pointed at himself and asked incredulously:
"How did I provoke you again?"
Seeing that Zhang Youshan was still pretending, Xiao Mo became even more angry and said again:
"What are you asking me? You called me in the middle of the night to ask for help. Did you think you were filming a horror movie?"
"You are such a troublemaker. When did I call you?"
Zhang Youshan also felt very aggrieved. He took out his cell phone and said to Xiao Mo:
"If you don't believe me, go check the call records yourself. I think you recognized the wrong person!"
"Did I recognize the wrong person? Do you think I'm blind?!"
Just as Xiao Mo was about to take out his phone to confront Zhang Youshan, Huang Liang rushed over from the side and tried to smooth things over:
"Why are you so angry so early in the morning? We are good friends, what's there to argue about?"
Although Huang Liang didn't know what happened between the two, he saw Xiao Mo's face turned pale with anger, and vaguely guessed that Zhang Youshan might have played a joke too much. Without asking the reason, he pulled Xiao Mo aside.
"Don't be like Youshan. Don't you know him well? He's a kid who likes to joke with everyone. If you two brothers fall out over a joke, it will be a joke if the news gets out..."
When Xiao Mo didn't care about it, Zhang Youshan had already disappeared. After class, Xiao Mo didn't pay attention to Zhang Youshan, but Huang Liang was talking to Zhang Youshan.
Another beautiful day passed in an extremely boring way.
When they returned home in the evening, only Xiao Mo and Huang Liang were there. It was unclear whether Zhang Yuanshan had left first or was left behind to clean the school.
Xiao Mo took a shower as usual after returning home, and then sat at the desk to read. Reading is one of Xiao Mo's hobbies. He always likes to read some mysterious books, such as suspense, supernatural, prehistoric civilization, and even about UFOs...
Maybe it's because he has read too many books of this kind, or maybe he is born that way, in any case, Xiao Mo has a strong curiosity.
Xiao Mo watched with great pleasure, his expression sometimes thoughtful, sometimes sudden, sometimes frowning and shaking his head. He was completely immersed in the book at this time, and was unaware of the time that was passing so quickly.
However, the time... was already midnight.
"bell--!"
Suddenly, a sharp ring rang in the room again. Xiao Mo was startled, and he turned the book in his hand upside down on the table and picked up the phone from the side.
The flickering white light on the screen looked somewhat eerie, as if there were a pair of eyes hidden under that light, which were staring at the person in front of the screen at this moment!
Xiao Mo felt a chill all over his body, and when he looked at the caller, it was still Zhang Youshan. He hesitated for a moment, and then answered the call.
“It’s coming out! Help me…help me…!”
“Beep…”
