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Van Loon Sitting on a chair in the restaurant, tightly gripping his phone, furrowing his brows, feeling extremely troubled by the conflict in his heart. He knew that if he really called the police, the strange cult items hidden in the basement would definitely be discovered. Once caught by the police, he and his parents would face serious legal consequences, which would be a fatal blow to his future and even his entire life. However, on the other hand, if something really happened to his parents and he didn't call for help in time, his conscience would also suffer unbearable torment.
His thoughts kept switching back and forth between these two situations, and every idea made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. His fingers unconsciously slid on the phone screen, but he had no idea what to do. His gaze occasionally fell on the door leading to the basement, hoping to see that door suddenly open and his parents appear safe and sound.
Time passes in silence, and the anxiety and panic of Van Loon continue to escalate. He feels like he's on the verge of collapsing, never imagining that one day he would be trapped in such a predicament, unable to free himself.
Suddenly, his emotions finally break down, and he slams the table heavily, roaring, "Damn it!" His voice echoes in the empty room, but there is no response. In an instant, he feels helpless and desperate, knowing that he must make a decision, but each choice seems unbearable to him.
He took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself down. He knew that panicking would only make the situation worse. He needed to think clearly about how to protect himself and his parents. He began searching for relevant laws and regulations on his phone, hoping to find some clues for a solution. However, no matter how he searched, he couldn't seem to find an answer that would reassure him.
He felt trapped in a maze with no way out. Wherever he went, it seemed to lead to deeper trouble. He looked at the door to the basement again, feeling the worry and panic welling up inside him once more. He knew he had to do something, but he had no idea where to start.
Suddenly, Van Loon felt some subtle sounds coming from the house, as if something was moving. He alertly picked up his phone, turned on the flashlight function, and shone it in the direction of the sound. However, he only saw a dark shadow quickly pass by and disappear into the darkness. Van Loon's heart began to race, he swallowed hard, and bravely asked aloud, "Who's there? Where are you?"
However, there was no response. Van Loon's tension instantly escalated, feeling that the air around him had become much heavier. Just as his attention was diverted, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be more things moving in the room, but he couldn't see clearly what they were. A terrible thought flashed through his mind - could it be that something went wrong with his parents' fried chicken ritual, releasing some evil spirit?
When this thought just occurred, Van Loon suddenly felt a strong hand grab his shoulder. He was so scared that he screamed out, his whole body tensed instantly. He tried hard to break free, but the hands were so strong that he couldn't move. His heart was pounding, and the fear made it almost impossible for him to think.
He tried hard to see what was grabbing him, but the darkness around him made it difficult to see. He felt a gust of cold wind, causing him to shiver. His phone fell to the ground, and the flashlight's beam drew a bright line on the floor, then disappeared into the darkness.
Van Loon Desperately calling out for his parents' names, hoping they could hear him and come to rescue him quickly. However, his cries only echoed in the darkness, receiving no response. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he knew he couldn't give up at this moment. He had to find a way to escape this terrifying situation.
He struggled to calm himself, tightly closing his eyes, trying to figure out what exactly was grabbing him. However, his mind was filled with fear, the unknown terror making it almost impossible for him to think clearly. He kept struggling, hoping to break free from those terrifying hands.
"Hahaha, did I scare you, son?"
When the familiar voice came from behind, Van Loon's heart almost jumped out of his throat. With the restoration of the circuit breaker, the lights in the house came on again, and Van Loon could clearly see that it was his father grabbing his shoulder. He quickly turned around, only to see his parents and the cloaked figures he had just driven away standing in front of him, holding a specially shaped cake in their hands, with satisfied and playful smiles on their faces.
Van Loon's heart was beating rapidly as he looked at the group of people in front of him, unsure of how to react. His gaze finally landed on the cake, which was incredibly realistic in appearance, resembling a bloody piece of meat with the words "Happy Graduation! Dark Prince" written on it in collage-style lettering. It was then that he realized that all of this was a special surprise.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Looking at his parents and the group of odd people, he managed to force a slight smile and said, "You guys are really something."
Dad, mom, and the group of strange people finally smiled when they saw Van Loon, and they all started to laugh happily. They walked over, placed the specially made cake on the table, and then began to sing a strange cult song together. The singing echoed in the room, and Van Loon could only stare at them blankly, feeling a mix of emotions.
Their singing finally stopped, and dad, mom, and the group of strange people all looked at Van Loon, waiting for his reaction. Van Loon felt their concern and love, and also understood their efforts. He walked to the table, picked up a knife and fork, and cut a small piece of the cake, putting it in his mouth. Although the appearance of the cake was scary, the taste was very delicious.
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