Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Panic licked his mind, and his trembling hands could barely hold the flat box that glowed white.

From the feel to the form to the fluorescence, it was molded into a look familiar to Craft. It happens to be very strange. Only the hollow appearance is imitated, and the empty interior can only provide white light that is not enough to illuminate the whole body.

Kraft flipped the luminous surface upside down on the ground and kicked it away. With a slight friction sound, the strange thing that looked like a mobile phone slid towards the wall, making a low and clear "click" sound.

The only light source in the room was a sliver of moonlight.

He backed up slowly, placing his hands behind his back and pressing them against the rough, cold wall. The brain is running, thinking about what exactly was in the hand just now and why it appeared here.

The so-called familiar and unfamiliar objects are probably like this. The familiar part makes the object appear more abnormal. It obviously has a similar shape, but in fact it is a completely different thing, as if corners were cut due to limited abilities.

The resemblance that should not appear made Kraft feel a huge sense of unreality in everything, doubts were growing, and he denied the authenticity of the scene.

He felt that he must have been in some bizarre dream and realized his situation, but was unable to wake up and was temporarily trapped in the illusion. It feels so real, whether it's the frosted texture of the walls or the sounds you hear, the details are full and full.

The action of kicking the thing away just now was too reckless, Kraft thought, and he should stay quiet in an unfamiliar situation.

This was also part of my grandfather’s teaching. The unusual fright disrupted his normal pace, and he should have been more careful.

But the situation was not too bad. When he lay down on the bed, he forgot to take off the scabbard on his waist, and his most trusted weapon was still beside him.

Holding the metal buckle with his left hand and leaning against the wall, Kraft quietly moved towards the door. A place that can quickly shift and create obstacles is the first thing to think of in any situation.

The outstretched right hand touched the door bolt first, and the position did not change. If an accident occurs, the best choice when everything is unclear is always to open the door and run away.

Vision gradually adapts to the environment, and it takes time for the cells on the retina to switch to dark vision, from a detailed picture in light to a mode that is less clear but adapted to dim environments.

The outlines of tables, chairs and wooden beds emerged, and the whole room seemed unchanged. There was no bloody plot like "strange ceiling".

It was just that the surroundings were too quiet, so quiet that Kraft could hear his own heartbeat like a drum, and deliberately suppressed the sound of his slowed breathing. Blood carries oxygen flowing through the body, awakening the powerful motor system to deal with unknown threats lurking in abnormalities.

It stands to reason that even late at night, there will be sounds from other rooms that are not suitable for all ages, and the boss who is vigilant downstairs will adjust the positions of tables and chairs.

If Old Wood were present, he would definitely lower his voice and say, "Dead people have no voice..." in the low voice he always used when telling mysterious stories.

Craft was long past the age where he would be frightened by the silent night, but it was still terrifying to think about it all. The strange objects that suddenly appeared on his body and the unusually quiet hotel were almost a sure sign that something was seriously wrong.

After pressing the door bolt, he stopped all activities and calmed his heartbeat and breathing on the spot, waiting for anyone or anything hidden in the darkness and silence to show their feet.

Patience, an important lesson Craft learned in military training. You will never lose when you trade time for your life.

In the silent darkness, silence is the response to silence. This is the instinct written in genes. It comes from the weird stories of impulsive people disappearing into the darkness in ancient times. Human instinct has the reflex of keeping quiet in silence.

He waited, tense, his keen senses retrieving endless information. The sense of time is deceived, and seconds and minutes are difficult to judge in the stillness.

After a long wait, it seemed like only a short while later, he noticed that the moonlight on the floor was different from before. The ray of white light became brighter and stretched on the ground. At first it was some distance away from the bed, but now it has reached the foot of the bed.

It seemed as if the light source was adjusting its position, approaching his window, approaching him slowly and steadily.

【That's not the moon】

Consciousness comes alive, revealing the nature of the light source.

【Have you seen it】

That bright white, gentle light is approaching gently. Without careful observation, you can't detect the extent of its movement. You are indulged in the illusion of tranquility.

Kraft slowly pulled out the door bolt with his right hand. He could no longer stay in this room.

The light continued to intensify, passing through the gap, and the strands of white light on the ground widened, turning from dull lines into light strips, and became almost blindingly bright on the floor.

But the softness and softness remain stubbornly, like camouflage fur that cannot be taken off, unable to change with the changes of the seasons and appearing in any situation at an inappropriate time.

The door bolt was completely pulled out, Kraft touched the door handle, and pulled the door inward little by little with the utmost caution.

The light source was getting closer. When the brightness reached its peak, a slight creaking sound was heard, and the leaking light shook and changed. It was because something was exerting force on the outside, and the weak wooden board deformed.

However, the window is stuck on the inside and opens outward.

Kraft had already opened a gap in the door that was large enough to pass through, and squeezed sideways out of the door. He wanted to move to the first floor, where there was more room for maneuver, and the tables and chairs placed horizontally would favor those with agility.

The body squeezed through the gap nimbly without making any sound. Before leaving, he took one last look at the window. The light source was still outside and had not changed its position.

"Tuk-tuk."

Rhythmic knocking sounded from outside the window. Just by listening to the sound, you would think it was a polite visitor. The gentle and polite intensity reminded Craft of Romeo's midnight visit to Juliet. Restraint, but also hoping to attract attention, people can't help but feel trustful.

However, this is the second floor, and only the victims who are confused and half asleep will pay attention to the visitors outside the window.

The door bolt was easily inserted into the pocket. This piece of hardwood was quite heavy and was very suitable for contacting the obstructionist at a relatively fast speed.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" Another round of knocking sounded, becoming more rapid.

Kraft closed the door and retreated toward the stairs. He had not yet figured out how to walk down the unstable stairs without making a sound.

There was a heart-wrenching creak in the room. It must be something exerting force on the window. You can imagine the weak boards bending and on the verge of breaking.

The thing clinging to the outer wall was far less patient than Kraft, which was good news, indicating that it was closer to acting on instinct than possessing near-human intelligence, or even less cunning than some of the forest beasts.

When they retreated to the stairs, the sound of squeezing and deformation was suddenly joined by the explosion of broken wood fibers. The fragments spattered, hit the ajar door panel, and rolled on the ground.

It chose to gradually increase its force and crush the whole piece instead of repeatedly hitting it. The counterintuitive movement pattern made Craft guess that it did not have a musculoskeletal structure similar to that of mammals.

The sound showed that the power was still increasing, more explosions sounded, and the overwhelmed window frame was completely torn off the wall and smashed to the ground.

A small, noisy sound filled the air. It was no longer the sound of crushing wood, but some kind of familiar and indistinguishable whisper, produced by the vibration of an unknown vocal organ, echoing in the space.

White light overflowed from the crack of the door and entered Kraft's room through the window, making a sticky sound like a paste brush being thrown against the wall. Rather than entering, it is better to say that some soft and greasy substance is poured in.

This disgusting sound is like a barrel of stinky soft seafood. It stretches out its rotten arms and legs and slaps the wall of the barrel. It mixes with the incomprehensible whispers and exudes unreasonable temptation from the spiritual level.

Kraft bit the tip of his tongue, endured the nauseating feeling, and grabbed the railing and retreated downwards. Hopefully it won't realize it's about to open the door for a while.

The first floor, where the brazier is usually lit, was pitch dark, and the receptionist who kept vigil was nowhere to be found. The wooden steps at his feet could only be stepped lightly, and he leaned half his body weight on the handrail to prevent the loose board from making a jarring sound.

These dozen or so steps have never been so painful. You need to use all the walking skills you have learned to maintain speed while being quiet and avoid attracting its attention.

The light between the cracks in the door was changing, and the light source was wandering in the room.

The consciousness uses the collected auditory information to describe it as a huge soft-bodied creature. The mucus on the surface annihilates the friction sound of its movements, and the soft mobile organs assist it in crawling against the surface.

There are sharp objects scraping on the ground, which may be wood chips or the fangs of a predatory organ, embedded in the shrinking and wriggling tissue.

Kraft didn’t know how it found him. Perhaps he remembered it from his dream in the salt tide area during the day, and then quietly came to the window at night.

Has it entered the realm of reality, or is it being hunted in a dreamland from which it cannot wake up? He bit it down with his teeth and felt pain on the tip of his tongue, making it impossible to tell the real thing from the fake.

There were nineteen steps in total, and Craft was counting down in his mind. He still had the last two steps. Away from the dangerous second floor, once on the first floor, he could hide in the kitchen or escape through the door.

After mastering the technique, the body can lean backward skillfully. The last two levels are not high. According to memory, you can directly step on the floor in one step.

The feeling of blockage came from the soles of his feet, not from the floor as expected, but from the floor where he came into contact with a layer of liquid. A cold, liquid feeling spreads from the feet, seeping into the boots through the seams of the seams.

Craft realized too late that he had stepped into knee-deep water. The delicate balance was broken. Even with his balance ability, Rao took two steps back in the water to stabilize his body, and water splashed on his face.

The sound of water is clearly audible.

After two seconds of silence, the sound of squeezing and breaking suddenly erupted from the second floor.

Kraft turned and ran.