[恐怖小说]The Visitation(12)

Who is that person outside, whose flesh looked like the same as my uncle? He didn't have any brothers, that was very obvious since my mom always keep some notes and records about our relatives in case of forgetting or causing embarrassment when they met us or when we met them.

In first few minutes, my mom shrieked. Then scream transferred into silence. Silence, as it always was, occupied the rest of the minutes, with the strange buzzing sound came out from that cylinder first became the discordant accompany then the jarring solo. Finally, my dad started to speak, yet his voice was trembling:
"No one, speaks or mentions about this ever after today. No one."
We closed the door, locked it and left. To describe our pace as "running through the open fields" isn't exaggeration, either.