Capítulo 1: Chapter 1: Halloween Night
At 7:12 PM, the entire Western University of Science and Technology was plunged into darkness, possibly due to a power failure or some other reason.
In dorm room 0566, Jon pressed his eye against the peephole. On a Friday night, the male dormitory should have been empty, and the fifth floor was seldom visited. Yet, eerie footsteps echoed outside the door.
The dark corridor was dimly lit by emergency lights. Jon's dorm room was at the end of the hallway, the only one directly facing it, providing a clear view through the peephole.
"Clack, clack—"
From the darkness that the emergency lights couldn't reach, the sound of high heels echoed. Jon squinted into the abyss, seeing the outline of a white figure approaching step by step.
After a moment's consideration, Jon unlocked his dorm door.
"Click."
The door bolt was released. Jon returned to his computer desk, turned the chair to face the door, and sat down, silently waiting.
"Clack, clack, clack!"
The sound of high heels grew closer, finally stopping outside his door. The light seeping through the door crack was blocked by a pair of feet. Simultaneously, a dripping sound accompanied by a large amount of red liquid flowed through the crack into the dorm room.
"Creak—"
The door was easily pushed open. A strange smell of blood wafted into Jon's nose. The weak emergency light from outside cast a blurry silhouette of a person, whose limbs and head twitched continuously.
Jon raised his phone and turned on the flashlight, finally seeing the figure clearly—it was a voluptuous "nurse." Her bloodstained nurse uniform resembled a low-cut short dress, her exposed breasts covered in purple veins extending up her neck like winding centipedes. Her long, shapely legs were tempting to touch.
However, the desire evoked by this sensual body was quickly extinguished by her terrifying, twisted face, her features distorted as if stirred, resembling an unsettling flower bud.
The nurse stopped trembling, and from an indeterminate place on her face, a mocking laugh emanated.
"Hehehe, hahaha—"
She suddenly raised a bloody machete and walked quickly toward Jon. Under the flashlight, the knife glinted with a chilling gleam. As the machete swung down, Jon's phone fell to the ground, plunging the room into darkness.
...
Five minutes later, faint moans emerged from the dorm. The grotesque "nurse" was pressed against the wall, Jon's hips thrusting as he steadily entered her.
Jon's right hand slid into her neckline, grabbing her rounded breast firmly. He whispered in her ear, "Yara, raise your hips a bit."
"Uhhh—ah, Jon, be gentle, don't leave marks!" Yara panted, her face flushed as she removed the silicone headpiece, revealing her lovely features. "I still need to attend the Halloween party later..."
Jon's grip didn't loosen as he muttered, "Oh, so it's Halloween. That explains your costume." He had spent the past week holed up in his dorm, losing track of time.
As a sophomore, Jon was a newly famous writer. He had been interested in mystery novels since childhood and started submitting to publishers last year. To his surprise, his first work won a major mystery and suspense award. Recently, an entertainment company expressed interest in buying the film rights. To increase the price, his editor asked him to quickly write a sequel for a package deal, prompting Jon to retreat into creative isolation.
Yara, standing on tiptoe, grew tired and nudged Jon to change positions. They moved to the bed. She wrapped her arms around Jon's neck, her eyes filled with curiosity.
"Jon, tell me the truth, how did you know it was me? Weren't you scared?"
Jon lifted Yara's legs and explained, "Everyone's walking pattern and the weight of their steps are unique. If you pay attention, it's easy to distinguish."
He removed Yara's high heels. "And these red high heels—I saw you wear them at last year's dance. I noticed they pinched your feet, making your steps unsteady and your forehead sweat."
"When you first entered, I recalled these shoes," Jon continued. "Seeing the band-aid on your ankle confirmed it."
"Wow! How do you have such a good memory?" Yara exclaimed, both shocked and a bit frustrated. "And the fake blood I poured at the door?"
Jon shook his head dismissively. "The smell is sweet; it's obviously fake."
"Hey—you're scary! I'm glad you're not my boyfriend. If I ever cheated, you'd definitely catch me, and I might not live to tell the tale," Yara said half-jokingly, covering her mouth.
They were just friends with benefits, helping each other with their sexual needs. Jon positioned his thick penis at the entrance of Yara's pussy. "Remember to clean up the fake blood you poured before you leave."
Yara gave an awkward smile and stuck out her tongue. "Hehe... I might not have time. I have to go to a party at 8:30, so you'll have to clean it yourself..."
She was cut off as Jon thrust into her roughly. "Ah! Hiss—be gentle! Don't you realize how big you are?"
Her complaints quickly faded, turning into moans of pleasure.
...
An hour later.
Yara was dressed and cleaning up the fake blood from the floor. "Aren't you coming to the party tonight?" she asked.
She really liked Jon. He was not only handsome, smart, and great in bed but also had a mysterious lone-wolf demeanor, often keeping to himself and shunning social interactions. In other words, he was a Sigma man. Yara knew that getting too close to Jon could lead to her being ostracized by her classmates.
Someone in the class seemed to be spreading malicious rumors about Jon, calling him a twisted individual. But Jon didn't care about the gossip and didn't bother to defend himself.
Jon stubbed out his cigarette and didn't even glance at Yara. "I envy how you can waste your energy on such trivial things and still enjoy it."
"Fine, suit yourself," Yara said, closing the door behind her.
The room grew quiet. Jon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, allowing his tired mind to relax. Sleep soon overtook him, and his breathing became steady as he drifted off.
...
Jon had no idea how much time had passed. His arm felt numb as he groggily opened his eyes, finding himself lying on a desk. The dimly lit classroom was illuminated only by the flickering glow of an electronic whiteboard on the podium. The classroom was packed, not just with Jon, but with many other students who were slowly waking up.
Confusion and noise filled the room as everyone tried to make sense of the bizarre situation.
"What happened? Did I black out? How did I fall asleep?"
"Holy shit, when did we come to the classroom?"
"Is this a dream? This is too weird."
"Do you think this could be some sort of urban legend?"
At that moment, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open. A hand reached in and flipped on the overhead lights, momentarily blinding everyone with the bright white light.
Jon squinted and saw a man with a grim expression walking onto the podium. What shocked everyone was that the man was holding the severed head of a Black Goat, with its neck and remnants of bloody flesh still attached.
Then, a horrifying scene unfolded. The man raised the Black Goat's head and opened his mouth wide.
With a crack, his jaw dislocated. His lips tore and bled as his mouth stretched like a snake's, to its absolute limit. He began to insert the Black Goat's neck into his throat, like a magician performing a sword-swallowing trick.
The man trembled with apparent pain, but his hands never stopped moving. Soon, he had completely swallowed the neck. The Black Goat's head appeared like a plant, perfectly rooted in the man's body.
The man suffocated, his face turning purple and his eyes bulging before he collapsed. But just as his body was about to hit the floor, the Black Goat's head opened its eyes and extended its arms to steady itself on the podium.
Its vertical, rectangular pupils scanned each face in the classroom before it smiled eerily.
"Welcome to the Grotesque Eden, students."
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