allendalepharm Chapter 4: Terror is Spreading
Chapter 4: Terror is Spreading
A gray fog enveloped the entire building, but the people working inside were completely unaware of the impending terror, with many even continuing to work with headlamps on.
On the rooftop of the building, the foreman was still berating the workers for shirking their duties and forcing them to continue working. Although the workers were angry, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue working in the thick fog for the sake of their livelihood.
"Damn it, it's just fog! What's the big deal? If you can't do the high-altitude work, can't you at least do the ground work? If you can't do it, get out of here! You're all good at shirking your responsibilities, but we pay you so much, are you just doing it for free? Do you deserve this salary? Don't you have any conscience? Or has it been eaten by dogs?"
The fat foreman couldn't stand the workers slacking off. He wished they would work tirelessly all day long, and he felt uncomfortable if he saw them take a break even for a moment.
The fat foreman felt relieved after scolding the workers until they were speechless and continued working. At the same time, he started rubbing his hands and feet and muttering to himself.
"Hiss~"
This weather is so weird, why is it suddenly so chilly? Could it be because I've been getting too many foot massages lately?
In the middle of summer, the weather should have been very hot, and even if a thick fog suddenly appeared, the temperature shouldn't have been too low. But the fat foreman felt a cold wind blowing around him, making him shiver. He subconsciously thought that he had been working too hard lately and his body was weak.
stomping on...
A slow, muffled sound of footsteps echoed in the gray fog. At first, the fat foreman didn't notice, but after a while, he realized what was happening and pointed at the fog, shouting.
"Damn it, you there! What are you doing, wandering around instead of working? Want to get fired? Get back to work!"
The fat foreman started yelling, thinking he had caught a lazy worker and that a few shouts would make him obediently get back to work. However, the worker seemed to ignore him and continued to wander aimlessly in the gray fog. His temper flared up immediately.
He turned on his phone flashlight and strode aggressively toward the direction from which the footsteps were coming.
"I'm talking to you! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf? Do you think I'm blind and easy to fool?"
The fat foreman strode aggressively to the spot where the footsteps had come from, but saw nothing at all, not even a shadow of anyone, which startled him.
Because there was an elevator shaft in front of him, if he hadn't reacted in time and stopped, he would have fallen down. Although there was scaffolding inside, if he had fallen, he probably wouldn't have been able to go out and have fun that night.
"Hey? Where did everyone go? Which brat ran so fast!"
There wasn't a soul in sight, and no one answered. The fat foreman assumed some lazy fellow was playing a trick on him.
Before he could turn around and continue searching, the slow, muffled footsteps sounded around him again, this time seemingly right behind him.
He turned around abruptly, trying to catch them red-handed, but still couldn't see anyone. However, the footsteps didn't stop; they kept coming closer and closer, and he could smell a strong stench.
stomping on...
This time he heard it clearly; the footsteps were coming from behind him. But there was an elevator shaft behind him, so how could there be footsteps? Even if someone was walking on scaffolding, they shouldn't be making that solid sound.
A chill ran down his spine.
Suddenly, the fat foreman felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something was blowing cold air onto his neck.
His whole body began to tremble, and the hairs on his body stood on end involuntarily.
There's something behind me! But behind me is an elevator shaft, and the scaffolding is still on the floor below, two or three meters away from the slab surface.
Doesn't that mean the thing behind you is floating in mid-air?
What could be floating in mid-air? Could it be possessed by an evil spirit?
The fat foreman was filled with unease and suspicion, and he turned around to see what was behind him.
But the moment he turned around, his legs were trembling, and he involuntarily urinated.
What came into view was a tall, highly decomposed corpse dressed in an ancient robe.
The corpse had no head.
Standing right behind him, almost clinging to him, cold air was emanating from the dark, severed neck.
The moment he turned around, he was so frightened that his legs went weak and he fell straight to the ground. At the same time, he felt a chilling, bone-chilling wind blowing in his face.
Suddenly his whole body stiffened, and he fell straight down, never to get up again, remaining motionless on the ground.
About half a minute later, the fat foreman, who had been motionless, suddenly stirred. His stiff corpse began to twitch, and then all the joints in his body twisted strangely.
Then his stiff corpse actually stood up straight.
It looked like something was suspending it up.
Tap tap tap...
The fat foreman's corpse walked stiffly and unconsciously toward the other workers.
The other workers were completely unaware that something had happened. They probably even hoped that something bad would happen to the fat foreman. They just thought that he had stopped cursing or had gone downstairs because they suddenly stopped hearing him cursing.
A thin worker was assembling templates and was about to move some materials when he turned around and saw the fat foreman walk past him and head towards a worker operating a table saw not far away.
He had a vague feeling that something was wrong; the fat foreman's body looked particularly stiff and slow, and his walking movements seemed a bit strange.
He didn't know what had happened and thought the fat foreman was feeling unwell, so he got up to go and check on him.
He had only just gotten up and taken two steps, and hadn't even reached out to pat the fat foreman on the shoulder yet.
The fat foreman seemed to sense something, and suddenly stopped in his tracks, freezing in place.
next second.
The fat foreman's head suddenly turned, stiffly turning 180 degrees.
The cracking sound of bones breaking was crisp and piercing, and the face was ashen and numb.
He stared at him with those empty, lifeless, eerie eyes.
"You...you...you...! A ghost! Help! A ghost!"
The skinny worker felt a sudden damp heat in his crotch and was so frightened that he wet himself on the spot. Was this even human?
His wailing screams immediately startled everyone who was engrossed in their work, causing them to stop what they were doing. Although the thick fog obscured everything, they could tell that it was the voice of the skinny boy who looked like a monkey. Although the boy wasn't in good health and wasn't very good at his work, he was kind-hearted and treated his coworkers well, often offering them cigarettes, alcohol, and tea. Immediately, the workers put down their work and rushed towards the sound to see what had happened to the boy.
The worker operating the table saw quickly turned off the machine and turned around to see what had happened. The two of them were only four or five meters apart.
But as soon as he turned around, he froze. There was a person standing three or four meters behind him.
A fat man wearing a red hat stood there upright; he seemed to be the fat foreman.
However, while his body was facing me, his head was turned 180 degrees behind him.
The skinny boy was so frightened that he was rolling and crawling on the ground.
The worker was immediately terrified and got goosebumps all over. He turned tail and ran. He didn't care about anyone else; escaping was the priority.
That fat foreman looked definitely not normal. No one can turn their head behind their back. He had heard a lot of folk tales and ghost stories and was terrified of them. He didn't want to stay here for even a second longer.
But as he ran, he realized something was wrong.
Where's the stairwell? It's gone!
He ran for a while, but the area in front of him was still empty; the familiar stairwell was nowhere to be seen.
The stairwell was his construction area, which was originally only a few steps away, but now after running fifty or sixty meters, it was completely empty in all directions.
This isn't right! Where did this huge area of the floor come from? Based on his previous position, he could have run more than 10 or 20 meters before reaching the end, let alone 50 or 60 meters!
But we haven't reached the end yet; this is a maze!
He had to change direction and head towards another stairwell he remembered, since the only way down was by taking the stairs, after all, this was a high-rise building with more than 60 floors and a height of two or three hundred meters.
Before he could run two steps, he suddenly heard a series of heavy footsteps behind him, very close. At the same time, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something was behind him. He turned his head in alarm to look behind him.
He only saw a terrifying headless corpse following behind him. Before he could even cry for help, he felt a gust of cold wind blow in his face, his head spun around, and in the blink of an eye, he lost consciousness.
The others followed the sound and saw the terrifying and eerie scene. They immediately realized that the kid wasn't joking; he really had encountered a ghost. How could that fat foreman's head be normal when it was twisted like that?
At this moment, the fat foreman moved again. His head stiffly twisted once more, turning back to face the front. However, his head turned 180 degrees, a full circle, until his neck was twisted into a pretzel.
He slowly turned around and walked stiffly toward the crowd, scaring the workers into scattering in all directions.
The skinny worker's legs went weak with fear, and he couldn't run at all. He scrambled and crawled into the pile of materials, whimpering involuntarily.
The entire construction site was in chaos, with everyone fleeing in panic.
But they soon discovered a terrifying problem: they couldn't find a way out.
The once familiar construction site has completely changed. The original five or six thousand square meters of floor space has become exceptionally spacious, as if there is no end in sight.
No one realized that they had all misjudged the source of the terror.
The strangely behaving fat foreman wasn't as terrifying as they imagined; the real terror lay elsewhere.
But they all scattered in the gray fog, each lost in this seemingly endless world of gray fog.
Then, at a certain moment, muffled footsteps suddenly sounded around them, and terror was spreading. As gusts of cold wind came from behind them, they fell one after another, and their corpses wandered uncontrollably in this gray fog world.