On November 19, Greg updated his Twitter. He said he had made a phone call to his mother and wanted to ask her if she knew something about this place. But Greg’s mother told him that,
in fact, Greg had been to his grandpa’s house when he was very young. This might be why some people in the town could recognize him, but Greg said he didn’t remember anyone here.

When Greg asked about the relationship between his mother and grandfather again, his mother changed the subject like before.

His mother asked Greg: “Is the wine cellar at Grandpa’s house still there?” Greg was confused. He had traveled almost every corner of the house these days, but did not find the wine cellar. Following the instructions of his mother, Greg found this very hidden wine cellar in the basement under the flooring.

There were many wines in Grandpa’s cellar, as well as some antiques and strange corks. Greg walked around in the wine cellar and found nothing strange except for a few dead mice. In other words, he didn’t find anything that could help him solve the mystery. He concluded that this wine cellar might have been shut for a long time.

In any case, with the company of these wines, Greg’s mood slowly calmed down. But after experiencing these things, Greg became a little sensitive. Any small voice outside the house would make him feel uneasy and anxious. He desperately wanted to change everything.

Greg originally planned to sell this house to complete his investment plan. Now it looked like that no one would want to live here.

On November 21, Greg updated his Twitter again. He said that because the mobile phone signal in house was too bad, his mobile phone often failed to connect to the Internet. He had been busy contacting the real estate agency these days and wanted to deal with Grandpa’s house quickly. Soon, the intermediary company sent someone to see the house, and Greg was very excited. Maybe he could return to his normal life soon.

Yes, everyone knows that things wouldn’t go so smoothly. After only one day, Greg went to the town again. This time something stranger happened.

He said that one day when he went to town for breakfast, he found that there was only one restaurant in the town. When he walked into this restaurant, he ordered a ham and egg muffin. But when the waiter brought him the food, there were no eggs in the ham and egg muffins, only ham and sandwich sauce. Greg found it strange. He asked the waiter if he had forgotten to put eggs, but the waiter was very indifferent. He told Greg that eggs were not sold here. Greg looked at the ingredient list and found that there were indeed no eggs. Then he discovered that none of the dishes on the menu were related to eggs. He recalled that he couldn’t buy eggs in the grocery store a few days ago. Nobody in this town eat eggs?

On the same day, when Greg returned to his grandfather’s house after eating, he found a note on the door. Greg looked at it and found it seemed to be a manual for something. He looked at the back of the note. There was a huge word on it, “Leave”.

For a moment, a feeling of fear surrounded Greg, and he subconsciously thought that this note was left by the woman in the black hoodie he saw in the forest a few days ago. But what is the meaning of this note? Is it just trying to drive him away? Who had been watching him?
Since the police couldn’t help Greg, then helped yourself. Greg started to do something. Fear is useless. When all the secrets were unlocked, the fear would disappeared naturally.

On November 29th, Greg found something in the forest. He said in order not to make himself too anxious, he would go around the house every day. One day when he was walking in the forest, he found a chair. At first, he didn’t think it was any strange here.

He subconsciously opened the mobile compass app, and he was horrified to find that the stool was facing Grandpa’s house. Although this chair was almost a mile away from Grandpa’s house, Greg still felt uncomfortable, and he wanted to leave the forest quickly. But a few minutes after Greg left, he was not far away and found a strange thing again. This feeling was really worse than a gas leak.

On a large rock, there was an animal bone, and some snail shells were arranged around it. Was it an ancient sacrificial ceremony? Greg didn’t understand. He gradually quickened his pace, almost running to leave the forest. Just as he was about to run out of the forest, he saw the strange woman in sunglasses and a ragged hoodie again. Before he could think about it, he went straight back to his grandfather’s house.

Greg couldn’t stand it anymore. More and more questions were in his mind now. What is that wooden triangle, who is that woman, why are there no eggs here, why does everyone know him. Greg felt like his brain was going to explode.

But anyway, he knew he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

On December 11, Greg said he had found a clue about the wooden triangle. He found a book in his grandfather’s study, and there was a picture of this thing in it. “Deep Water Chapel” was written below the picture. Greg didn’t know what it was, and if it was a person’s name or a place. Greg didn’t know the connection between this and his grandfather’s house.

Maybe this was not a clue. Greg felt like the longer he lived in this house, the more sensitive he had become. He would unconsciously connect anything that he couldn’t understand with those strange encounters he had at these days.

On December 12, Greg suddenly tweeted: “She was here, that woman was in my house!”
This woman, of course, referred to the strange woman Greg had repeatedly encountered these days. He said he went out for a walk yesterday, and when he came back there was a thunderstorm on the road. He was drenched. After returning home, he took a shower, changed his clothes, and went to bed early. But that night, he had a terrible nightmare . In the dream, Greg and his friends formed a circle. They were sitting on the lawn of his grandfather’s place. One of his good friends Eric was among them. Then Eric began to describe how terrible the forest around the house was. He said that Greg was just seeing some silhouettes, but Greg didn’t know that everything around was watching him silently, and he would never know.

After hearing these words, Greg’s hair stood up in terror.

At this moment, Eric put away his smile and just looked at Greg quietly. No one among these people sitting together spoke.

After a while, Eric said to everyone: “Who is sitting here now, who shouldn’t be here?” Greg fell into extreme fear instantly, and he stared at Eric’s eyes because he was afraid that he would see something he shouldn’t see. Greg felt that time had passed for a long time.

All of an sudden, Eric said softly, “Greg, is anyone staring at you when you sleep ?” Greg then woke up from his dream straight away!

However, that night, of course he was alone in his grandfather’s house. He was lying on the bed and didn’t even dare to go to the toilet. He always felt that there was something in the room that he couldn’t see, and he didn’t even dare to breathe loudly. At this point, some voice came from downstairs. . .