Event number is 003.

The incident was called: people outside the door.

Client: Fan Ruhong

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Profession: Chef

Family Relationships: None

Address: Room of Anguangxi Road, Minhing City

Telephone: 6314

Events have passed:

On April 13, 2001, the client visited for the first time.Audio file 00320010413wav.

"Hello, Mr. Fan, and tell me what happened to you."

“Oh... this... there’s been a lot of people in my house lately, people I don’t know.All of them are... strange.Ah, they didn't come into the room, they just knocked at the door, and it was all three o'clock in the middle of the night, and I looked at the panic."

“Did they find your home?”

“All kinds of things... I don’t know what to say...”

“You can tell us in detail each passing time, so that we can also make an accurate judgment.”

“Oh.In detail, I’ll start from the beginning.The first time, I remember the first time was a group of young people, in their early twenties, men and women, dressed very well, not that kind of street gangster.They knocked on the door, people were in the hallway, there was some noise.It was very late, I did not know them, thought they were looking for the wrong, opened the door, let them go.They were surprised to see me, they reacted, laughed at each other, apologized to me, and coaxed the underground building.I live in that kind of husband's room, two families on the first floor, the door is an old man, upstairs and downstairs are the kind of family of three, and it is impossible to have so many young people to play in the middle of the night.They left, and nothing happened that night, and they didn’t hear any noise.I thought they were on the wrong floor, and it didn't matter."

“Hmm.What about later?”

“Later, probably a few days later, less than a week later, I was about to fall asleep at night when I heard the door moving.I was a thief, lightly to the door, is a middle-class man, the suit is not well dressed, blush, drink, hold the key to my house with a hole plug.The middle-age man looked very weak, sitting in the office.I’m cooking in the hotel, a bit of a jerk, a little bit of strength.I also guarded, took the kitchen knife, and the hand behind my back, before opening the door.When I opened the door, the man did not react, and when he saw it, he drank high and drank confused.I told him I was wrong, and he thought for half a day, just patted the door, looked around, and went upstairs."

“Does he live in the same building?”

“I... I don’t think... I haven’t seen him in the building.”I closed the door that night and went on sleeping.I haven't heard anything since then."

“Hmm.In your two experiences, it doesn't seem like a spiritual event."

“These two times are nothing... after that... after that, and then it’s a while, and I... it’s also midnight... twelve o’clock, or one o’clock...early morning or so.”I heard a knock on the door.No, not the knock at the door, the sound of crutches first.You know, it's the old man's crutches, the old man walks slowly, downstairs, downstairs.I was woken up and heard... really heard... goosebumps up.In the middle of the night, a man climbed the stairs on crutches... He stopped on the floor of my house, and then my door was knocked.I was scared to death when I was frozen.My parents died early, the older generation left a grandfather, not living nearby, there is no reason to have an old man... for the old husband and wife, the old man is crutches.I went out for a walk at night, met them, and helped him home.The man... the knock on the door was endless, and not fast, like the crutch sound before, there was a moment without that.I didn’t open the door for half a day, and he didn’t give up.He . . . he stopped for a moment, stopped knocking, and began to ring the bell.The sound was harsh.I almost slowed down and went to see it.There was an old man at the door, I didn't know, he did that... what the word said... just the line on the wood!It’s the kind of one foot that’s already in the coffin.Those eyes were dead.I was really scared, I looked half-way through.He rang the bell.”

“Mr. Fan, please calm down.You can rest for a while and go on.”

“No, no, it’s okay.I continued...I...

“Didn’t you think about calling the police?”It could be the old man who was lost."

“I thought about it, but my legs were a little soft.You don't see, the old man really looks like he's about to die, he doesn't look like a living man."

“Is the light in the hallway a switch light or a voice-activated light?”

“It’s voice-activated.”

“Did he make the sound control light keep on?”

"Ah?"Oh, you said that... that’s not... that’s not...Goo...”

“How was he in the end?”

"In the end, I couldn't stand it, I couldn't stand it, I ran across the door and told him I was wrong."

“Is he gone?”

“He stood at the door for half a day.I thought he had the back of his ear and said it again loud, he looked at me, no, it was a look at the cat's eye, stood for a while, and then ... and then... very disappointed... I don't know how to describe it, it should be disappointed, the face was pulled down, the eyebrows were tumbling.It could also be my delusion.He was old like wrinkles and old people.He then slowly swallowed away.The crutch sound... I waited until the crutch was gone before I went back to bed.I didn't sleep that night."

“Have you experienced it three times?”

“More than!Only these three times . . . though the old man was intimidating, . . . in short, it was several times.Some people knocked twice, I didn't respond, and I left immediately.There are people who don’t give up, I scream, and I don’t give up.I think there is a problem, there is a real problem.I called the police and the police said it was not theirs.Going through the wrong door is not a case.I asked the security guard and the neighbors inside the building.This is... the most frightening thing...they all say...they all say no... those people I’m not talking about...”

“That is to say, no one but you know that someone enters the community in the middle of the night and enters your building?”

“Yes, I did something, didn’t I?It's evil, isn't it?"

“Did you do anything special before these things happened?”

“I don’t know... I’m a cook, what does it mean to kill a chicken?”Is that bad stuff?”

"Maybe it doesn't matter to you."

“What?”

“What were the special circumstances in your home before it happened?”

“Inside the house... I... ah... the door, that door!”I changed the door!”

“Oh?”

“The original door was broken, so I changed the front door.”It must be the door, it must be the door!”

“Where did you buy the door?”

“I don’t know, just a repair team.In the community, I met a decoration team and asked them to help change it.They were found by someone else’s house.I found the lock master, they took the initiative to pull the business, I... alas!"

“Are you comfortable now?We want to see your house.”

“I’m only taking half a day off... at night?”That, it is too late to change the door today, what do you have?"

“We have talismans to sell.However, if it is really a door issue, we do not recommend that you stay any longer.”

“Oh, this...”

"You'll have to find a place to stay tonight."

“In that case, will you do it tomorrow?I'll have a day off tomorrow."

“Well, it can.”

On 14 April 2001, he went to the client's residence.Audio file 00320010414wav.

“It’s up there.You . . .

"Let's go up first."

“Oh, first of all, first of all.”

Oh, hey, uh...

“This one?”

“Yes.This door...”

"It's not a door."

“Hang?”