My name is Song Song, and I am a Horror Live Streaming host.
A year ago, the industry became highly competitive, and the number of viewers decreased. My live streaming career was struggling.
My father fell seriously ill and needed a substantial amount of money for surgery.
I was in desperate need of money.
Liu Jinxie from the platform handed me a contract: "Song Song, I have a new project here. I wonder if you would be interested?"
My eyes lit up.
The contract offered very generous terms, with a guaranteed minimum salary of twenty thousand per month. If the audience response was good, they would even increase my pay.
Most importantly, they agreed to advance me one hundred thousand as a prepayment.
One hundred thousand was just enough to solve my urgent financial problem.
After all, I could risk my life; what else was there to fear?
I gritted my teeth and signed the contract.
With that one hundred thousand in hand, I rushed to the hospital and paid the fees.
This live streaming event was scheduled for two days later, on Friday.
The Haunted House Live Stream was a new project launched by the platform.
According to Liu Jinxie, because domestic regulations on this type of content were not very strict, the platform planned to develop it extensively.
And I was the first person to take this leap.
The project was grand, and so was the promotion.
A week before the broadcast, I saw advertisements for it on various platforms.
"Friday night at eight o'clock, horror host takes you to explore a haunted house."
"Is it real or fake? Is it scripted or reality?"
"Everything is unknown, waiting for you to uncover."
I took a deep breath.
After doing Horror Live Streaming for so long, it was the first time I felt uneasy.
In the past, during Live Streaming, it was all just tricks; even if there were scares, they were staged by actors.
But this time, it was real.
That haunted house not only had a history of death but also witnessed a death on camera.
"Brother Song, you need to think this through; this job can cost you your life!"
My fellow host from the same platform, Zhang Hui from the gaming section, advised me.
I forced a smile. "I need the money."
"If it really comes down to it, borrow some; you can't go to that haunted house."
"Borrow?" The corners of my mouth turned dry. "It's not that easy."
Seeing my determination, Zhang Hui stopped trying to persuade me and just told me to take care of myself.
"That place is not clean; remember, if you encounter anything unclean, make sure to stay away."
"Yeah."
I casually replied a few words and hung up the phone.
Unclean things?
Is there anything dirtier than the human heart in this world?
I've seen too many filthy things and have long since become numb to it.
I packed my things and arrived at the haunted house's entrance at 7:30 PM on Friday night.
The night wind was chilling, rustling the leaves with a whispering sound.
The old villa loomed like a giant beast, devouring all living beings that dared to approach.
"Woof! Woof!"
A sudden barking caught my attention; it turned out to be a stray dog at the front gate.
I let out a sigh of relief.
The dog raised by Liu Jinxie has reportedly gone hungry for several days.
"Song Song, can we start now?"
"Just wait a bit longer."
I took a deep breath, crouched down, and fed the dog a piece of sausage.
"Xiao Hei, it's time for you to eat too."
"Woof!"
People gradually entered the live streaming room.
Most were just there to watch the excitement.
"Host, is this Haunted House Live Stream for real?"
"It must be scripted. Unethical Host will do anything for views."
"I think so too. A haunted house? How can I believe that?"
"Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter; what matters is that the Host can make money."
...
I glanced at the Bullet Screen but said nothing.
"Song Song, it's time. Let's begin," Liu Jinxie urged again.
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