Long Horror Story (5)

Chapter Five: The Vanishing Escape Route The name "Xiao Mo" struck Lin Mo like lightning, and he collapsed to the ground, his body going limp. This was a nickname only his parents, long deceased, and a very few close people used. How could this abandoned old house, completely unrelated to him, know his nickname? The bloodstains on the wall were still slowly dripping, emitting a pungent smell of blood. The scratching sound from within the walls grew more intense, and the wooden structure began to creak under the strain, as if whatever was behind the wall was about to break through at any moment. Lin Mo forced himself to stand up. Since the stairs were blocked, he had to find another way out. At the end of the second-floor corridor was a wooden door leading to an outer balcony. He rushed towards it like a madman, smashing open the already rotten door. Outside, a torrential downpour raged, and the fierce wind, mixed with rain, lashed against his face, bringing a sliver of cold clarity. Below the balcony was a pitch-black courtyard, about five meters down. Jumping would likely break his legs, but in this life-or-death situation, he had no other choice. Lin Mo climbed onto the stone railing of the balcony, preparing to leap. However, just as he was about to jump, a flash of lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating the courtyard below—it was densely packed with people, all looking up in the pouring rain with eerie smiles, staring at him. And their faces, all of them, were identical. They were all Lin Mo's own face. To be continued