Long Horror Story (7)

Chapter Seven: The Call from Beneath the Soil The grip of the hand was terrifyingly strong, its nails digging deep into Lin Mo's wrist, causing waves of sharp pain. Lin Mo struggled frantically, kicking at the dirt where the hand emerged with his other foot, but the ground beneath began to shake violently. Then, a second, a third, cold hands emerged from the soil, tightly gripping his ankles and clothes, dragging him forcefully underground. Lin Mo let out a desperate howl, his hands scrabbling wildly in the mud, finally grasping the flashlight that had fallen nearby. He used the flashlight to smash violently at the hand holding his wrist. With a crisp sound of bone breaking, the hand finally let go. Seizing the opportunity, Lin Mo yanked hard, pulling his feet free from the dirt, and stumbled towards the small back door of the old house. The back door was ajar; he kicked it open and rushed inside, then slammed it shut and bolted it with a wooden bar. Darkness returned to the house. Lin Mo collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath. The beam of his flashlight swept around, and he realized he had entered a basement he had never seen on the old house's map. The air in the basement was extremely dry, a stark contrast to the downpour outside. Oil lamps hung on the surrounding walls, and the moment he stepped into the room, they began to light up one by one, their eerie green flames illuminating the entire basement in a sickly verdant light. In the center of the basement stood a coffin, and its lid was slowly being pushed open from the inside... To be continued...