85 Chapter 85- Bleeding Eyes (2/2)
Surprisingly, rotating the painting worked. Since it was the only thing that was movable, Ya Nuo thought to herself, 'So could it be that this painting can only be removed by rotation? Sigh, I never signed up for this horrific experience.'
Ya Nuo started feeling goosebumps spreading from her toes to the rest of her body when she made eye contact with the dolls eyes so she continued rotating with her eyes looking elsewhere. She started rotating faster to get over with this quicker, but she stopped when she felt something wet dripping on her hands.
”What the f*ckkk??” She shouted waking Nana from her sleep. Nana quickly ran to her to see if she was alright, ”What's wrong? Did you get hurt?? So much blood!!”
Ya Nuo stopped Nana from getting the medical kit, ”This isn't my blood. It's from the dolls eyes….”
Nana dropped the medical kit in her hands when her eyes met the ruined doll face. Bloody tears trailed down the dolls face and the emptiness from the dolls eyes looked like it wanted to swallow one's soul. The mouth of the doll also opened slightly and a bloody trail followed after. The dolls eyes started changing blood red as more paint flowed out.
Ya Nuo: ”This is paint..not blood. Gu Wing is such a psychopath… how did nobody notice by now??”
Nana: ”Look! Some numbers appeared from the trail of blood… 5...1..1...8? Could this be the passcode?”
Ya Nuo smiled, ”let's try it. Annnnnd we were right~~ let's go.”
When they opened the door, the iron taste and musty foul scent filled their nostrils making them cover their mouth and nose. Even though all they've done so far was open the door and stand there, they were already expecting the worst in that room. Unfortunately, this room was not the worst because the main source of the smell didn't originate from there. In this exceedingly dirty and gross room, there were tools used for tormenting people with dried brown stains on them and a very disturbing looking set of vcr tapes named from Month 1 to 200. The person probably got tired of counting so after 200 months, the titles were blank.
In the corner was an old vcr television that was plugged in to the wall with the set of vcr tapes organized in ascending order below it.
Ya Nuo felt a huge lump in her throat that made swallowing very difficult as she randomly took a tape and pushed it into the television. She needed to rewind the tape because the last person who watched it, finished it.
Ya Nuo's finger trembled slightly as her finger reached for the ”play” button...