Chapter 242: Eyes
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Horror Game Designer Chapter 242: Eyes

I was a cowardly man. I never dared to go out at night because I felt like there was something waiting for me outside the door. Home was the only place where I felt safe. However, ever since father and mother went missing, everything changed. Father and mother went missing at home. That night, I was woken up by my parents. They told me to run and leave home. However, when I opened my eyes, my home was scarily quiet.

I hid under the blanket and peeked into the living room. The furniture and electronics were all there. Nothing was missing. If anything… There were additional shadows there. They stayed there quietly like coffins standing upright.

Finally, it was morning. I pulled open the curtain and ran into the living room, shouting my parent’s names. There was no answer. I opened the main bedroom door. My parents were gone. I quickly called the police, but the neighbours told the police that it was me who murdered my parents. They said they could hear arguments and pleas coming from my home throughout the night. They called me a crazed murderer. They said they heard my parents yelling my name through the night.

Even now, the police couldn’t find my parents. In this world, I should be the only one who knew where they were hidden. Look… They are here now…

The night enveloped Li San Hospital. After the last ray of light disappeared, the doors of the ICU units became coffins as they leaned on the walls. Shadows spread like moss. The man with the missing eyelids lay on the bed and slowly stopped struggling. After he fell asleep, white eyes appeared on the walls and doors. Various barely humanoid creatures crawled out. The horrors from the man’s imagination came true. They crawled towards his bed after he fell asleep.

This power was beyond that of a normal big ghost. The three patients crowded beside the bed. Su Mo, who hugged the heels, wanted to hide under the bed.

“Is the source of mutation his brain?”

The ground trembled like someone stomped heavily on the floor. Fingers clawed through the windows. Everyone could hear a shri













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