Everyday is Halloween

By KAKAbinggg

The black leather-bound book caused many changes... The dripping sounds in the bathroom were like a melody, a rag doll danced next to it, wet footprints appeared on the floor, a man took off his head to brush his teeth. Huxley hugged the air and kissed it, then he turned around and shouted: "Cut it out! I have to go to work soon!"

In this world, no messiahs, satans, angels, lucifers, vampires... But ghosts exist everywhere, arising from souls, resentment, and the hells beyond human perception. Our protagonist is a child with missing parents, newly acquainting himself with this realm, unveiling the veil on the new world just like us...

• Language: English
• Publisher: KAKAbinggg
• Release date: Jun 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223082224

Book preview

Chapter 1: Black Sheepskin Book

Lindholm. This city is located in central Nevada, a small but scenic city.

I have never seen such an unscary haunted house before.

The props are too fake. After walking around, I'm not scared at all, even a little want to laugh.

As a man, I can beat a hundred ghosts like this!

I told you it's not interesting, it's better to play GTA.

Outside the haunted house in the western suburbs of Lindholm, a few students riding shared bicycles left without nostalgia.

Seeing this scene, Huxley, who was holding a haunted house publicity flyer, was somewhat helpless.

Scary is an art, but modern people have experienced all kinds of horror movies and have extremely strong psychological quality. Going into a haunted house is like being in their own backyard.

Boss!

A clear female voice came from behind. Huxley turned around and saw a zombie in a nurse's uniform and petite figure rushing out of the haunted house angrily.

What's the matter, Iliana? The girl was called Iliana, one of the temporary actors in the haunted house.

Those little bastards just now wanted to take advantage of me! She clenched her white fist with clenching fangs.

It turned out she came to complain...

It's too much. They even don't let the zombies go. As the boss, Huxley would naturally speak for Iliana: I'll go to the amusement park manager to report the situation and check the monitoring.

No need to be so troublesome. When I found that the other party had this intention, I took the initiative to beat him up. Iliana shook the bloodstain on the corner of her nurse's uniform: This is not makeup.

Well done, girls should learn to protect themselves. Huxley wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and glanced at the sunset: Then let's call it a day today. I guess there are no more tourists. Notify the others and get off work ahead of schedule.

After he finished speaking, the girl with zombie makeup in front of him did not move.

Is there anything else?

Boss... Iliana hesitated for a moment, slowly taking out a letter from her pocket: This is Ming and Finnian's resignation letter. You treat them well. They feel embarrassed to tell you in person, so they asked me to pass it on to you.

They are leaving? Huxley took the envelope: Alright, you can get off work early too.

Okay, I'll take off my makeup.

Watching this silly and cute little zombie leave, Huxley silently lit a cigarette.

Half a year ago, his parents disappeared mysteriously, leaving only this haunted house.

In order not to keep thinking, Huxley resigned from his job and devoted himself wholeheartedly to running the haunted house, wanting to do better.

Unfortunately, the times are changing too fast. The haunted house industry is highly competitive and relatively unpopular, and there are many limitations.

The same horror scenes, after seeing them once, will become boring again, and constant updates also require a lot of capital.

Since a few weeks ago, the haunted house operation has been unable to make ends meet, and the ticket money for one day is not enough for the rent.

I don't know how long I can last.

Putting out the cigarette, Huxley was about to return to the haunted house when a middle-aged man in a Lindholm Amusement Park uniform walked over.

Seeing him, Huxley hurried to leave.

Pretend you didn't see it? The middle-aged man grabbed Huxley's shoulder: Today we will make things clear. You owe two months of water and electricity bills and venue rent. The above has been urging me, making me under a lot of pressure now!

Garrick, I didn't mean not to give it. The funds are really tight recently. Give me another month.

You said the same thing last month.

I assure you, this is definitely the last month! Huxley patted his chest, his face full of sincerity.

The haunted house business is sluggish now and can't attract tourists. I suggest you don't insist on it anymore. Garrick, the middle-aged man, looked at the envelope in Huxley's hand, and the force on his hand slowly decreased: You are so young, why do anything not good and live so tired?

Garrick, I know you mean well for me, but this haunted house means a lot to me. It's a memory my parents left me. Huxley's voice was low.

Garrick, as the amusement park manager, knew Huxley's parents' affairs clearly. He did not respond. After a few seconds, he sighed lightly and softened: I can understand your thoughts to some extent. Okay, I will try my best to help you drag for a few more weeks.

Thank you, Garrick!

After sending off the amusement park manager, Huxley went directly back to the haunted house and started repeating his daily work, checking equipment wear and tear, maintaining props, and cleaning.

The artificial plasma in the repair room is almost used up, and I need to buy another batch; this passage tilts inward slightly, which may be better to trap the blind spot of tourists' perspective; the puppet is scratched and needs to be patched up; Oh! Where are my craft lamps?

In the eyes of outsiders, he is the boss of the haunted house, a self-employed and promising young man. In fact, only he himself knows the hardships behind this.

The haunted house is a kind of horror consumption. In a horrific environment, a person's muscles and spirit will be highly tense. Once released, it will feel like a massage, which can give a sense of satisfaction in a short time.

At the same time, haunted houses are also a one-time consumption. Many haunted houses on the market adopt a mobile way in various cities to continuously attract new tourists to visit. Like Huxley's haunted house fixed in one place, unless it has a particularly big reputation to attract people to come for fame, otherwise it is difficult to persist for too long.

He has persisted for so long alone, which is not easy.

Dragging the tattered puppet, Huxley entered the repair room. He majored in toy design and manufacturing in college, and many of the puppets and organs in the haunted house were designed by himself.

The repair process is complex and monotonous, requiring suturing the surface of the puppet, re-coloring and aging.

Almost out of plasma, I remember there is still inventory in the attic. The haunted house has three floors, the first and second floors are used to arrange horror scenes, and the third floor is a storage room.

Push open the dusty wooden door, the attic is filled with all kinds of scrapped equipment, most of which are left over from when his parents ran the haunted house.

Seeing the familiar equipment brings ups memories, so Huxley rarely comes here.

Half a year has passed in a flash.

Looking at the familiar equipment, Huxley thought of his childhood.

At that time, they were running a mobile haunted house. Huxley's parents took him around various cities. Sometimes the couple were busy and threw Huxley alone backstage with various ghost props, cultivating him from an early age and making Huxley very courageous.

After all, when children of the same age were playing alphabet puzzles, he was already running around with model heads.

All memories.

Unconsciously, Huxley walked to the wooden box that stored his parents' belongings again. Inside was a rough rag doll and a sheepskin book.

The rag doll was the first toy Huxley made as a child, and he had no impression of the sheepskin book.

The police found these two things in an abandoned hospital in the suburbs. As for why Huxley's parents went there late at night, no one knew the reason.

It's been so long, where are you two? Huxley hugged the rag doll, pinched its face, and sighed lightly: I'd better find artificial plasma quickly. If I can't get through this off-season, the haunted house may really have to close down and transfer.

Huxley was just talking to himself, but when he mentioned closing down and transferring, the sheepskin book in the wooden box, which had been silent, suddenly opened automatically, emitting a faint cold light.

What's the situation? Magic book? Haunt?

Huxley was very courageous. He picked up the book and put it in front of his eyes to confirm again.

I didn't see a word in this book before. How did it suddenly flip by itself today? Is there a clue to my parents inside?

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Huxley looked