"Younger Brother's head isn't here." Xu Deyi backed behind Gao Ming, not daring to enter the room. "Without his head, we can't make him whole."
"The Dream Owner's corpse is in the Cellar, and his obsession is in Mom's room. What's hidden in this room..." Gao Ming studied the photographs. "Should be the Dream Owner's memories. Sight, touch, hearing, and smell have been separated. The Dream Owner's past has been torn to pieces."
The others struggled to understand what Gao Ming meant, let alone empathize with what the Dream Owner had endured. But Gao Ming was different. He seemed to have experienced something similar in his own nightmare.
His fingers touched the scratches on the wall, and piercing pain seeped into his body. He looked down at the photographs again. A scrawny boy had been locked in the Wood Shed, his body drenched in cold water. Frozen ropes cut into his flesh, their rough fibers embedded in it. The ropes binding his hands and feet had practically become part of his body. Untying them would tear away his skin.
The boy had endured far more torment than the Testers had anticipated. To him, every photograph represented a long, unbearable winter night.
Cries burrowed into their ears. The child's figure in the photographs seemed to slowly begin moving. All that pain and sorrow intertwined in his soul, gradually forming a tide of resentment. This seemed to be the true goal of the filthy thing Behind the Door. It wanted to turn the boy into a ghost—the very thing the boy hated and feared most.
"Ah!" Xu Deyi cried out in pain after barely touching the wall. Bai Huang also stopped after taking a few steps into the room. The chilblains on her body had split open again.
"Let me." Gao Ming