Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 122 - : Haunted House (Nine Updates)
Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Haunted House (Nine Updates)
The person responsible for receiving Roger was a young woman in her 30s, with chestnut hair, a face painted with exquisite light makeup, and her professional dress seemed no longer able to wrap her body.
After some brief pleasantries, Roger asked her to take him to visit those houses directly.
“Mr. Roger, you have such a unique taste in selecting houses… Are you planning to use them for shooting a film, or maybe for running a special-themed housing experience?”
Whitney had also worked in the real estate rental and sales industry for many years and had seen all kinds of customers, but Roger was the first to want to buy a haunted house right off the bat.
At first, they thought Roger was playing coy, trying to extract special information and then avoid it during the transaction.
Yet, it wasn’t until Roger offered a significant commission that they realized this young customer indeed had special preferences.
“Not really, I guess I’m just a bit curious.”
Whitney drove the car while Roger flipped through the documents in his hands.
“Our first destination is called Murder House?”
Whitney nodded, “Yes, this house is indeed a bit strange. It has been rebuilt three or four times, tracing back to about 60 years ago.”
“However, a horrifying tragedy occurred in the house back then; a woman strangled her child to death and then hanged herself. When her husband returned, he was confronted with such a gruesome scene.”
“Unable to withstand the shock, her husband set fire to the house and died there alongside his wife and child.”
“The house was reduced to ruins. It took a long time before the entire land was re-planned and a new house was built on the original site.”
Whitney wasn’t driving fast, distracted as she explained to Roger. The information in Roger’s hands was just a summary; detailed records were stored in the company’s computers and naturally couldn’t be easily leaked.
“What happened afterwards?” Roger continued to inquire.
“Originally, it was seen as a coincidence and not taken seriously, especially since too many houses in Bordeaux City have seen deaths.”
“Later, a banker who bought the house—it was just one of his many properties—kept a mistress there. He would come here regularly for vacations and then spend time with his mistress.”
“Their bodies were discovered together in the bathtub, and it was unclear how long they had been there; the severely decomposed bodies were intertwined, with just two skulls nestled against each other visible…”
“In the following 20 years, accidents happened frequently in this house, and each owner met their fate due to various reasons.”
“Over time, the word spread, and now the house has been vacant for 10 years.”
The car slowed down, and the woman parked it at the roadside.
“We’re here, this is the place.”
Roger opened the car door, and an ordinary American-style house appeared before him. The house likely had two stories, with an added attic on the second floor.
There was a small garden in front of the house, and the area behind seemed quite expansive. Not only was this house ignored, but the two houses next to it were also vacant.
“Let’s go have a look.”
Roger walked a few steps, then looked back and noticed Whitney was still standing in the same spot.
“Mr. Roger… there are so many rumors about this house, I…”
Her face showed hesitation.
“Alright then.” Roger soon understood the reason.
“Give me the keys, and just wait here.”
Roger opened the house door and entered the legendary house.
The temperature inside the room was much lower than outside, and the air carried a musty smell. Right at the entrance was a staircase leading up to the second floor.
Moving forward, walking down the corridor, was the living room on the first floor. The layout of the room was traditional, and after a round of exploration, Roger indeed noticed some eerie aspects.
Too many people have died here; even the slightest remnant souls can accumulate. For ordinary people living here for a long time, such remnants were enough to induce illusions.
Unfortunately, Hunter’s Cabin showed no response whatsoever.
“Let’s head to the next place.”
Throwing the house keys to Whitney, Roger said with some disappointment.
The female sales agent’s face was filled with surprised uncertainty, “Mr. Roger, nothing happened, right?”
The house was quite notorious. Everyone in the company knew there was definitely something wrong with it.
“Didn’t encounter anything, but this place really isn’t suitable for living.”
Seeing the calmness on the young man’s face before her, Whitney’s heart raced, her legs becoming somewhat weak as she thought of the various perverse murder cases reported in the newspapers.
“Right, who would look for a house like this?”
“Could this guy be a madman?”
She scrutinized Roger carefully, as if trying to confirm her thoughts.
“What are you waiting for, let’s go to the next place!”
Roger urged.
Whitney hurriedly started the car, her hands trembling on the steering wheel as she drove toward the next location.
Apartment 404.
As soon as he approached the apartment building, Roger detected a hint of something amiss, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
What Roger didn’t know was that this expression, seen by the female sales agent beside him, was the final straw that broke her composure.
“This guy is definitely up to something; is he trying to lure me into a room…?”
“Let me think, how many places are left? One, two, three!”
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Right, the last place was a farm on the outskirts of Bordeaux City. Who would go to such a remote place to buy a house all alone?
This man will certainly find an excuse to say that all the houses are unsuitable, and then he’ll trick me into going there!
My God, what should I do?
Completely panicked, Whitney then heard a calm voice beside her, “You don’t have to go up, I’ll take a look around by myself.”
“Okay… okay!”
In a fluster, Whitney fumbled out the keys. Once she saw the figure disappearing at the top of the stairs, she didn’t hesitate to start the car and speed away!
Unaware he had been deserted, Roger arrived at the door of Apartment 404. Before he even entered, his eyelids twitched slightly as he felt as if he could smell the odor of decay.
This was not a scent detected by his sense of smell, but an anomaly of the Spiritual Body that he had become aware of after several enhancements of his spirit.
Unlike the previous place, there really was a ghost lingering in this room.
Although it was just an ordinary ghost, if a normal person lived here for a long time, they would surely be tormented into madness, perhaps even suffering permanent psychological damage.
Roger made some preparations and unlocked the door with the key. Despite it being daylight, the room was shrouded in darkness.
He closed the door and walked into the room.
And at that moment, from the corner behind the door, a blurry figure slowly squeezed out from the crack in the wall.
