My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 85: It’s Watching Me

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: It’s Watching Me

The text under the bed made Han Fei’s scalp tingle, as he was feeling the same way now.

Something had been watching him since he entered the room, he could feel its gaze, but he couldn’t locate its position.

To uncover the truth, Han Fei clenched the fruit knife in his hand and crawled under the bed.

Compared to the cleanliness and tidiness of the room, the space under the bed was like another world.

The wooden bed board was covered in bloodstains; someone had recorded the last moments of their life with a pen.

"That eye appeared again. As soon as I turn off the lights, it starts watching me. Damn it, what the hell is that thing!"

"I can’t escape. No matter where I hide, it can see me. It always follows me!"

"I’m going mad! It even starts appearing at the bottom of my water glass and in the gaps of food in the fridge. Why does it have so much resentment towards me, what does it want?"

"Not just one! There’s not just one eye! There are eyes everywhere in this room!"

"As long as I open my eyes, I can see it. Whenever I wake up, it’s the first thing I see! It’s hidden in the cracks of the closet, behind the bookshelf, even in the cracks of the bed board!"

"It’s everywhere!"

"Hahaha! I finally thought of a way to make it disappear!"

"Why! Why! Why, after I blinded myself, can I still see it? Could it have crawled into my eye sockets?"

The initial text was written neatly, but it became incredibly scribbled later on. The writer appeared to be in the midst of frenzy and anxiety.

After he blinded his eyes, the written text became sparse, most of it was dug out with fingers leaving blood-stained marks.

He kept repeating one sentence, making it seem like he had gone completely insane.

"The house looks normal on the surface, but just under any bed board lies such terrifying information..."

The eyes in the room seemed like ghosts or some kind of curse that clung to you, not even gouging out your own eyes could free you from it.

Putting the pillow back in place, Han Fei laid on the pillow under the bed, observing the room from this angle. He wanted to experience what the other had experienced, to understand their mindset, and recreate the initial horror. He used to do such things when playing certain roles.

Compared to the spacious room, the narrow space under the bed seemed safer.

"Where will that eye that drove the homeowner mad appear?" Han Fei gripped the knife in one hand, freeing the other, ready to seize the opportunity to touch the eyeball.

The room was eerily silent, dead quiet, Han Fei didn’t see the eyeball, but he could feel it watching him.

As his pupils moved within their sockets, Han Fei carefully surveyed the room; he had memorized the position of all the furniture earlier, ready to detect any change in their placement immediately.

"Found it!" Han Fei, hiding under the bed, saw a ragdoll added in the corridor. "Is the doll in the house a ghost, or is the ghost hiding within the doll’s body? Do I need to destroy all the dolls with a knife?"

Everything was unknown. The previous homeowner had not left much useful information, just spread terror.

As Han Fei was pondering, the rag doll in the corridor fell down without warning, it lay on the floor, its two eyeballs staring straight at Han Fei under the bed.

For a moment, Han Fei had a very ominous feeling. Instinctively, he turned his head and just then saw a blood-red eye peering at him through a crack in the bed.

After a moment of intense fear, Han Fei’s brain gave the command to chop with his knife, but by the time he raised his hand holding the knife, the eye had already disappeared, making everything seem like it was just his own illusion.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei looked towards the hallway again, only to find that the Rag Doll was no longer there.

"Seeing ’Spider’ isn’t scary. What is scary is seeing it and then it quickly disappears."

Han Fei knew that a Rag Doll had run out of the room, but he did not know where it had gone.

"Could it also be under the bed?"

The more he thought about it, the more chilling it became. Han Fei directly lifted the bed board, realizing there was not a single safe place in the room.

No matter where he hid, the eyes would see him, so there was only one way to break the game: find useful clues as soon as possible.

Looking at the text on the bed board, Han Fei realized that the owner of the room had not been killed directly but had been slowly tortured to death by the eyeball.

"Room 1084’s Ghost harbors a heavy resentment. Such ghosts are the most terrifying and dreadful, but this is somewhat good news for me."

The slow torture meant Han Fei had sufficient time to look for a chance to break the game. If it had been a ghost that killed on sight, Han Fei would have had to quit the game to save his life.

"Don’t panic. Keep your own pace," Han Fei told himself, avoiding thoughts of the eyeball and Rag Doll as he approached the bookshelf, where he searched for a long time before finally finding a sketchbook for practice.

Opening the sketchbook, inside were a child’s doodles, mostly related to family, with many drawings accompanied by crooked words and phonetics.

"We moved into a new house! It’s much bigger than our old one, and it has a piano and lots of Rag Dolls."

"Dad is my dad, Mom is my mom, I won’t allow anyone else to call them that!"

"This is now my home. Dad, Mom, and all the Rag Dolls are mine!"

"Why does she always try to take things from me? She lost her own dad and mom, and now she wants to take mine."

"I need to trick her into leaving. She can’t see, so she definitely won’t find her way back!"

"How did she find her way back? I hate her so much! I hate everything about her! I just want her to disappear forever!"

"Hehehe, she’s a blind girl who can’t see. As long as I don’t speak, she won’t know it was me who killed her."

The doodles on the sketchbook were colorful and vivid, yet the words accompanying them were chilling to the bone.

"Was there another little girl living in this house who killed another child with an eye problem?"

Having some suspicions, Han Fei continued his search in the house and at last in the bottom drawer of the desk, he found a document.

Because Ying Yue’s parents had died in an accident and Ying Yue was too young and suffered from a congenital eye disease, making her unable to take care of herself, she was temporarily being taken care of by her father’s sister.

Beside that document, Han Fei also saw a house transfer agreement, but since Ying Yue was still young, the contract likely held no legal power.

"I think I understand now. Ying Yue is a girl with an eye disease, and initially, this house belonged to her. After her parents died unexpectedly in an accident, her aunt’s family moved in here to take care of her."