A Guest in a Ghost House Chapter 89 The previous lover 13

The thin boy checked very carefully. Every box would be turned over by him. I turned my back to the thin boy, raising the phone, trying to make the light of the phone shine farther. My hand with cell-phone suddenly stopped, I saw a water dispenser. Perhaps the water dispenser in the lifeguard's room was too weird, I had the mobile phone shine to the water dispenser for a long time.

The style of the water dispenser was very different from that of the lifeguard's office, and the water was almost full, and there were no scary things like hair inside. I smiled and shook my head unconsciously. It seemed like I was too sensitive.

Instead of finding new flashlights and candles, the thin boy found some snacks, like chocolates or cookies in a drawer, and we were happy to put what we found in our pockets.

These things were of little use in daily life, but they would be more valuable than gold at present.

After searching the entire office, neither the thin boy nor I found any switches or anything suspicious. We walked out of the room and looked at each other.

The next room was the one where we locked the lifeguard, the one with the weird water dispenser. Frankly speaking, we didn't want to go in there.

The thin boy and I stood at the door for a long time and then the thin boy took a deep breath, knocking on the door and shouted, "Are you still there? We misunderstood you."

I understood the thin boy's words. He wanted to lower the guard of the lifeguard. Although not necessarily useful, I still cooperated with the thin boy, knocking at the office door and spoke to the lifeguard.

The thin boy was holding the keys and didn't mean to open the door. We had not heard any respond from the room. When the thin boy and I stopped speaking, there was no sound in the whole place.

"Do we open the door?" the thin boy looked back at me.

I was really hesitated, and I was afraid that after the opening there would suddenly appear a ghost or something. My hand stopped before reaching out to the key. I could only look at the thin boy without words.

In the middle of the hesitation of me and the thin boy, there was a violent sound of drinking water and low coughing coming from the office. It was like a man who had not drunk water for a long time.

The thin boy was looking at me, "listen…. …."

The thin boy didn't finish talking, but I knew what he meant. We didn't have time to deal with it. Finding the switch was the most important thing.

There was a light and crisp sound of knocking the door inside the office. But the door was locked, the sound disappeared after several attempts.

"Lifeguard, is that you?" I asked. But there was no answer. But behind the door came the sound of fingernails scratching the wall.

Hearing this creepy voice, my mood become a little irritable. My body tighten up. I looked at the lock on the door, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

Now the sound of scratching the wall was so obvious behind the door that I dared not let the thin boy open it. So, I approached and shined against the seamed and locked of the door with the faint light of my mobile phone. Hoping to see a small gap that let me see the situation behind the door. But this was futile except the illusion of exerting effort.

The sound of fingernails scratching behind the door was fast and slow, and it sounded uncomfortable. But aside from the uncomfortable feeling, I always felt that the sound behind the door was not a random shot, but more like a message, repeating in one range.

"Isn't he writing?" The thin boy frowned and listened for a long time, he was a little uncertain.

I was also stupefied, really feeling like his passing something but I just did not think he was writing. I also react, it being really like writing.

The thin boy had started to row with his hand as the finger moves, and his ear was almost sticking to the door, which made me a little worried that the door would suddenly open and someone pulled the thin boy in. If there were something inside, I didn't think a lock could stop it.

Fortunately, my worry was only worry, and it did not come true. The thin boy rows for quite a while, with a trace of uncertainty: "It seems to be a word, "save".

"Save what?" The thin boy suddenly opened his mouth and I did not react.

"To save one's life." Just after the thin boy's voice came down, the door suddenly was flapped. It wasn't really hard, but because we were all too close to the door, we were still startled.

That was right! The thin boy and I looked at each other, but what did "save" mean? Did it mean that we need to call for a help or he called for help? I thought it was more likely that we opened the door and save him. The thin boy agreed with me. But as to save or not, we could both avoid it.

The voice behind the door paused for a moment, and perhaps seeing that we had not responded, he began again, with the same frequency as before, repeating the word "save".

"Just open the door. We are all in danger. We should all work together." The thin boy pushed his glasses.

I understood the idea of the thin boy's, but the thin boy does not know one thing. Wu Ting had told me, there was a ghost among us. We all thought it was the lifeguard.

I was hesitated, and the thin boy took out the key and looked at me: "You decide it."

"Lifeguard, was that you. We'll leave if you don't speak." I shouted at the door. If the lifeguard answered, I would open the door; If he did not answer, I would persuade the thin boy to go with me.

"The switch". There was a very weak voice behind the door. I was delighted. We had came to look for the switch. Are the switch in this office? I was trying to get the thin boy to open the door, and then I was completely disappointed. It was like being thrown with cold water.

How did the lifeguard know we're looking for the switch, and why didn't he talk until we were about to leave? My back was growing cold.

After talking to the thin boy, we decided not to open the door, but to continue walking along the aisle. Even if we could not find the switch, maybe we could still find some flashlights, candles and so on.

We walked slowly to the depth of the passageway, and the sound of fingernails scratching the door behind us was much louder and the rhythm was much faster, as if with a wave of anger. However, we did not turn back, but also unconsciously quicken the pace.

Soon we came to the end of the passage, and a large iron door closes firmly. A chain as thick as a baby's arm put out the idea of opening it.

There were only three rooms on the way, all very large, but nothing useful was found. We had to turn back.

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