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Christopher's voice was hoarse and trembling, his body slightly curled in the chair, as if that memory was tightly wrapped around him, impossible to escape. Ethan silently watched him, feeling a heavy pressure slowly spreading through the room. Christopher took a deep breath and continued to sink into that strange recollection.
"When I pushed open that door..." Christopher's voice was unusually low, almost a whisper, "I was immediately hit by a strong stench, like rotting meat mixed with dried blood. The smell was overwhelming, and I nearly vomited at the threshold. But... strangely enough, I couldn't move my feet, as if something was pulling me in, urging me to enter that wooden cabin."
He lifted his head, his eyes filled with unease and pain, as if that bizarre odor still lingered at his nostrils. "Inside, the light was dim, the air thick and oppressive. The walls and floor..." Christopher's gaze became unfocused, as if he could still see those twisted symbols, "those symbols were unlike any patterns I had ever seen. Their shapes were crooked and irregular, resembling some ancient ritual markings but also defying logic... They seemed to contain some mysterious power, seeping from the walls as if they wanted to consume me."
Christopher's voice grew softer, but the fear within it deepened: "The ground was scattered with various animal bones and skulls, some even still bearing remnants of partially decayed flesh, emitting a nauseating stench. Those bones were haphazardly piled together, like remnants of some... sacrificial ritual, yet the room was utterly empty..."
He paused for a moment, as if struggling to recall every detail from that time. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, suppressing his inner terror. "In addition to that putrid smell, there was an invisible pressure in the air, as if time itself had stopped in that room; even my breathing became heavy. In that wooden cabin... there wasn't a sound except for my own breath and heartbeat echoing in my ears."
"But what I couldn't take my eyes off was the mask hanging on the wall..." Christopher's tone suddenly became more tremulous, as if that mask was the source of all his fears. "That mask seemed wooden but appeared aged and eerie from years of wear. The patterns on it twisted and contorted, resembling some deliberately carved smile..."
Ethan furrowed his brow slightly, listening intently, trying to understand the mysterious power that might be hidden behind that mask.
"That wasn't an ordinary smile..." Christopher's voice revealed extreme fear. "It was a grotesque smile; its corners were stretched too far, like it had been forcibly pulled apart. The eye sockets were hollow enough to send chills down one's spine. The most terrifying part was..." He paused again, taking a deep breath as if trying to steady himself. "I felt it watching me... Even though those eyes were empty, I still felt its gaze upon me."
Christopher's fingers began to tremble involuntarily; his eyes widened with terror. "Not only that... it also... called out to me. I know this sounds crazy, but at that moment, I truly felt it speaking to me—without sound—but that call was clear... It felt like it commanded me to come closer and touch it... I couldn't control myself; it felt like some force had seized my mind and was dragging me forward."
Christopher's words quickened as if he were trapped in that horrifying memory with no way out. His voice quivered as he continued: "I walked toward it step by step... Even though my heart screamed for me to stop, my feet wouldn't obey. I knew I shouldn't touch it, but I couldn't stop myself. I... I really felt like something was controlling me or rather... that mask had already taken control of me..."
Ethan's heart tightened; Christopher's description enveloped him in an indescribable eerie atmosphere throughout the room. He knew this wasn't merely an illusion; that mask seemed to carry some irresistible evil power that had thoroughly invaded Christopher's mental world. This sensation sent a chill down Ethan's spine as if he too were shrouded by that force.
Christopher's body no longer trembled, but his eyes remained filled with fear as if he had returned to that strange cabin once more. Suddenly, his voice became urgent: "Just as I was about to touch that mask..." He paused again, taking a deep breath as if gathering courage to recount what happened next.
"A man suddenly called out to me from behind," Christopher's voice was filled with surprise and panic, as if he could still feel the sudden call echoing in his mind. "The old man looked like a local, with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles, wearing a tattered fur coat..."
Christopher's pace quickened, his eyes fixed on the ground as if the figure of the old man was still swirling in his thoughts. "His laughter... it was a cackling sound, laced with a strange sarcasm, as if he knew what I was doing but found my actions utterly ridiculous. His voice was hoarse and mocking as he said to me, 'You know, barging into someone else's home like this isn't quite right, kid.'"
Ethan raised an eyebrow slightly; Christopher's description grew increasingly bizarre. The old man seemed to carry some sort of warning, yet he also appeared exceptionally disdainful. Christopher's breathing became rapid, as if that scene remained vividly etched in his memory.
"In that moment, I felt like I had been jolted awake, suddenly coming to my senses." Christopher's voice trembled noticeably, recalling the situation still left him unsettled. "I realized I had almost touched that mask... I felt a chill run through me, as if I had just awakened from a nightmare. I quickly withdrew my hand and turned to look at the old man, my heart racing. I... I hurriedly apologized, saying I hadn't meant to intrude."
He took a deep breath, gripping his knees tightly as if that panic still lingered within him. "I told him I was just lost and hadn't intended to disturb anyone... but the old man's laughter only grew more piercing. He didn't seem angry; instead, it was as if he were looking at an ignorant child, relishing my fear and panic."
Christopher's voice gradually lowered at the end; he seemed to be pondering the true intentions of that old man.
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