My Dreamy Old Husband
Chapter 1016

It was getting dark as the amusement park grew more sinister. There were no lights in the area, and it was surrounded by land that was about to be developed. Dark shadows cast by the five-or-six storey building hovered over them, and inexplicable shadows swayed together with the night breeze.

Although there were more than ten of them combined, it still gave them goosebumps all over.

A sudden gust of cold wind was accompanied by strange sounds; no one knew if it was the sound of wind coming through the hall or a sound made from a strange creature, but the atmosphere turned spooky. Stanley shivered as he rubbed the goosebumps on his arm and said, “We should probably leave, Sophia. Sarah is such a scaredy cat, and I don't think she will come here.”

Stanley's voice slowly trailed off, seeming as though he was afraid of disturbing the monsters in the park.

All of a sudden, the crowd fell into a deep silence and no longer dared to speak.

This place really made them uncomfortable; it felt as though a thousand pairs of eyes were staring at them in the dark.

This place was known to be haunted as there had been several murder cases around the vicinity. Due to the expropriation of the vast area, it had been empty for years. Since it was within uncharted territory, many murderers chose this area to dump their victims’ bodies...

According to rumors, there were people who were keen on developing this place into a full-fledged haunted house.

Sophia used the flashlight on her cell phone and shone it along the park as goosebumps prickled all over her body.

However, the faint light from her cell phone was not enough to pierce through the thick black night. The wind blew against the weeds while it swayed against the groups’ thighs. As they trudged through, it felt very weird and bizarre.

Sophia's heart pounded as she touched her bag. Before she left the house earlier, Sophia had secretly brought a gun with her. A sense of security filled her heart when she touched the hard object.

“This place is not that big; let's search carefully and leave after one round.”

Afraid of leaving each other, they moved as one group and walked deeper into the amusement park.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream filled with immense fear and pain came from the depths of the amusement park.

Upon this, bats scurried toward the sky in fright as the group of people were also shocked by the scream.

“That's Sarah's voice!"

Happy to have found Sarah, Stanley exclaimed happily as the group quickly ran toward the sound. It was an abandoned bumper car site. After years of being abandoned, the place was dark and cold with strange graffiti plastered all over its walls. There was a strange smell in the air, and the roof was broken with a glimpse of moonlight shining down. It made the place even more eerie and sinister. The scream earlier had amplified the dreadful atmosphere in the air, and the group rushed in as their footsteps shook the dust off the structural beams, causing a layer of dust to cover the scary, terrifying scene.

The second blood-curdling scream could be heard again, which sounded absolutely terrifying and helpless. Seemingly not too far away from the group, it resonated within the empty building and masked the place with a layer of creepiness; while everyone's nerves seemed to have torn apart, notification bells could be heard ringing continuously from someone's cell phone.

The empty house fell silent once again after the screaming ended, but that scream continued to echo in their ears as their bodies tensed up in response. They held their breaths as they hurriedly ran inside.

Deep in the house, the sound of something being pushed down echoed throughout the space; it felt like a drum beating on their hearts. As the group turned a corner, they saw a person standing in the middle of a corridor while the moonlight shone through the broken roof.

A petite figure with long, black hair stood there motionlessly.

“Sarah?”

Sean called out first.

That person moved in response to his voice; as her stiffened body turned around like a puppet, Sarah looked at them in a weird position with her torso twisted and her head cocked to one side. All of them shone their flashlights on her. As the distance shortened between them, it took everyone a few seconds before they saw the situation clearly.

It was the most bizzare scene they had ever seen in their lives. That person was indeed Sarah, but she was looking at them with wide, lifeless eyes; it was as empty as a puppet's eyes.

She did not speak as she walked toward them in a weird pose while wearing a black dress—wait, that wasn't a black dress. It was a white maternity dress that had been partially soaked in blood. With her left hand covering her crooked neck, she struggled to hold her neck in place; it seemed as though her neck was about to fall off.

Catching sight of them, Sarah walked lopsidedly toward the group. When her left hand loosened and fell from her neck, a stream of blood gushed out like a fountain.

In mere seconds, their minds completely turned blank. Such a scene only happened in horror movies, and the frightening atmosphere had tensed their nerves into numbness.

“Sarah!”

Sean was the first to rush forward, catching Sarah as she fell helplessly to the ground. Blood was still gushing out from the wound on her neck and she could no longer speak.

Sean reached out to cover her wound in a frenzied manner, but it did nothing to help. Instead, his hands were stained with Sarah's blood. As it continued to gush out like a waterfall, she would be dead in less than a minute.

Sean broke down in tears as he helplessly tried to stop the bleeding.

Meanwhile, Stanley froze on the spot upon seeing this. As he fell onto his knees, there was a dazed and bewildered look on his face.

Sophia was the one who remained calm and responded quickly.

"Quick, resuscitate her! Resuscitate!”

Roger rushed over as he carried Shae in his arms. Placing Sarah on the ground, the duo who had experience dealing with injuries to the throat gave Sarah all the medical help she needed.

A sinking feeling of panic swept over the group. One person went to get the car while another went to turn on the lights; someone even held a gun and stood guard while a fourth person made some phone calls.

Shae was a robotic bodyguard designed by both Cooper and Linus. It had been designed specially for Sophia, and it was programmed to deal with a series of emergencies that Sophia might face. In its storage compartment, there were several tools for stitching up wounds and hemostatic appliances.

Roger put on a pair of sterilized gloves and quickly drew out the necessary tools for resuscitation. Although lukewarm blood splashed all over his face, he had no time to care about anything else; he had to provide first-aid as soon as possible.

Wiping his tears away with his bloody hands, Sean ended up with a face full of blood.

Sophia looked at Sarah's current state and trembled all over; tears flooded her eyes and spilled over her cheeks.

After a round of resuscitation, Sarah's bleeding stopped temporarily. Her situation wasn’t optimistic, so they had to carry her out and send her to the nearest hospital.

As Sophia followed behind, she felt limp and weak all of a sudden; it seemed as though her shoes were stepping on cotton instead of the ground. It felt surreal.

Who the hell harmed Sarah? We must get to the bottom of this!

Sophia leaned against Stanley as they walked out, but even Sean felt feeble as he trudged on beside them. Earlier on, Roger and Shea had taken the first trip out as they escorted Sarah to the hospital; the others were waiting for the second trip.

The killer might still be hanging around, so they had to leave as soon as possible.

The dark night felt endlessly long, and the gloomy, rundown building seemed never-ending as they walked past bend after bend. Suddenly, a loud piercing sound rang through the air as Sophia smelled something pungent; she turned back and realized that the whole room was covered with thick, black smoke. Along with the night breeze, it had completely enveloped the group in it. “Protect the mis...”