My hand holding the fork is trembling, my gaze briefly paused, only to find that the tip of the fork was corroded by the liquid flowing out of her!

Monster! Everyone in this house is inhuman monsters!

I looked at my brother, once again doubting his identity, whether I should believe his words.

My brother was wearing a duckbill cap, his pale face hidden under an untraceable shadow.

Suddenly, he spoke, "Has Nana made up her mind?"

Should I go with him, or continue to stay in this house filled with monsters and weirdness?

The house was very quiet, so quiet it was almost terrifying.

All the "people" lifted their faces, staring at me expressionlessly, waiting for my decision.

My pupils dilated, my heart racing, my limbs tingling and burning from the rapid flow of blood.

Leaving the "house" within seven days, undoubtedly violated the rules of the horror game!

What would I face?

Maybe only one or two seconds had passed, maybe several minutes had passed.

I touched my parched lips, and with great difficulty said, "I've made up my mind."

Our eyes met, emotionless eyes locked with my brother's, he smirked mysteriously, as if he had already anticipated my answer.

A chill of regret washed over me, I seemed to have made the wrong choice!

My brother stood up, his voice soft and faint, "Then come with me."

After I made my choice, my father silently walked back to his room, while my mother collapsed on a chair, staring at me with unblinking eyes, her thick lips moving, asking with difficulty, "Why... don't you continue eating noodles..."

After saying this, she convulsed uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back, struggling as if enduring immense torture, foamy fluid coming out of her mouth.

Seeing the scene before me, I was frightened, covering my lips with my hands.

My brother silently came up behind me, holding me gently, "Don't mind them, the time is almost up."

I asked in surprise, "What time?"

"What's the deal with this game? What about them? What exactly are they?" I pointed at the "mother" convulsing on the chair.

My brother took out a flashlight and two umbrellas from a drawer, handing one of the umbrellas to me, "Come with me to see, and you'll know."

I walked to the front door of the "house", and my brother said, "Only you can open this door, only the participants in the game can make a choice."

"Are you like them too? Are you alien monsters, or human?"

My brother's cold hand pressed on the back of mine, "Nana, you have to trust me, only I am here to help you in this house."

I took a deep breath, feeling like something was wrong.

But thinking carefully, my conversation with my brother did not trigger the seventh rule, which meant the seventh rule was wrong, and I could trust my brother.

My brother will help me leave the "house" and escape this horrible game.

Will it go smoothly like this?

I interrupted my thoughts, afraid to delve deeper, at this point in the game, I couldn't go back and make another choice.

My brother kept looking back, urgently and nervously urging me, "Hurry, they're about to wake up!"

"Who?!"

Suddenly, there was a loud sharp collision sound coming from the tables and chairs.

The mother, who was convulsing just now, silently stood up again, her face undergoing a change, her skin falling off and tearing, black tentacles coming out of her seven orifices trying to tear through her skin, extending out.

My father also came out, not walking, but swimming out, his legs replaced by a huge, slippery "tail".

"Nana, hurry!" My brother shouted in alarm.

Before my father and mother caught up, I forcefully turned the door handle and pushed open the door of the "house".

A white light flashed, piercing my eyes, the pitch-black night torn to pieces by lightning.

In the house behind me, there were terrifying and piercing screams, as they rushed to the windows, using wriggling tentacles to pound the windows, with faces distorted beyond recognition pressed tightly against the windows.

The "mother" reached out with her tentacles, writing a few words with green sticky fluid.

"You... car..."

Before I could see clearly, my brother grabbed my hand, "Hurry!"

I tremblingly opened the umbrella, but the black umbrella couldn't withstand the stormy rain, and I was soon drenched.

My brother walked ahead, leading to a dense and dark forest.

From deep within the forest came the low growls of the huge monster I had heard before and the terrifying sound of sirens, making me panic.