Fear of demons? The story of that early chestnut (bloody and grotesque).

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Demonphobia is a Japanese casual game that primarily features a series of bizarre ways to die
. I played it several years ago and watched some related videos.

I really liked the game's atmosphere; the despairing and dark atmosphere was particularly well-crafted.

I saw a detailed walkthrough and analysis written by a friend on Zhihu, which inspired me to create some fan
fiction.

The game's controls are a bit cumbersome, but it's definitely fun. There might be walkthrough
videos on Bilibili or similar sites.

I'll basically write based on the game's progression, and I'll add a setting: after the protagonist dies, although
she doesn't have clear memories, the feeling of death remains in her body in a subconscious form, allowing her to be
aware of her death afterward and avoid certain ways to die.

(First Area)

Cold, pitch black, the view is of a dirty, cold stone floor, dark and damp,
like a prison in a movie or game.

My head was throbbing with pain, as if someone were hammering me or shaking me relentlessly
until I was completely disoriented.

I struggled to my feet, my hands covered in grime, but my
mind was too filled with questions to care.

Why was I, Zao Li, here? Where was this place? I

woke up this morning, not to be woken by my mother, not to see her making breakfast, not to see my father, but lying in
this dark place.

Was I kidnapped? But I wasn't tied up. Was it a prank on TV?

Seeing my confused expression and my stumbling, confused state, the audience would laugh their heads off.
Was that part of the plan?

Did aliens choose me and bring me here in a UFO?

Even after much thought, I couldn't come to any conclusion. Although I've always liked magic,
fantasy, and all sorts of things, I'm just an ordinary, very ordinary girl.

I'd known this conclusion for a long, long time. My grades were average, my looks were average, my family
background was average—even if I constantly expressed fantasies, people would just think I was delusional.

Sitting against the cold, hard stone wall, I couldn't help but hunch my shoulders, a faint sense of fear rising within me.
This place, these ugly, dirty stone walls, gave me a strong feeling of unease. This damp environment
wasn't conducive to a child's healthy growth, was it? Staying here wouldn't do me any good either, would it?

I felt an urge to cry, but I didn't. I just sat there unhappily. Maybe
if they saw how sad I was, the TV station staff would come out with a "Prank Over" sign to comfort
me, and maybe they'd even give me a hot drink.

(Let's move!)

(Let's take action!)

(Staying here won't change anything. Let's get moving!)

A faint voice sounded, I tried to hear it clearly, but it was very indistinct. I looked around
, but didn't see anything.

"Who is it? Who is it?"

I called out tentatively a few times, but of course no one answered. It was quiet here. Was it
a friend I imagined? But I stopped playing that kind of game when I was in elementary school.

I stared blankly at the dark room for a while, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw that I was in
a room with no exit. Although it seemed to be ventilated, there was no door or window to leave.

"What? How do I get out? This is really..."

If I stayed here for the rest of my life, wouldn't I be even more pitiful than Rapunzel? I'd become a long-haired grandma, and
people would just laugh at me.

I looked around, and when I turned around, I saw a faint red light in the corner of the wall, like an infrared lamp.

"Ah, is that a camera? They must be filming a show."

I reached out, but touched nothing; the red dot went out. A "click-
clack" sound came from behind me, and a doorway appeared in the wall. It was pitch black inside; I couldn't see anything.

"Hmm, isn't that a camera?"

Although a little disappointed, if it was some kind of prank, I didn't want to play anymore
. I just wanted to get out of there quickly.

Thinking back, if I had stayed in that little room forever, it seemed my fate wouldn't have changed.
After all, from the beginning, my fate had fallen into the worst possible situation, with no
chance of change. The ordinary and mundane past was gone forever, replaced by endless pain
and torment, from which I couldn't escape.

"It's so dark, and the lights aren't on. Is this Sasuke's Castle?"

I stepped outside. The corridor was also dark; I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Hey, hey, it's me, Early Chestnut! I want to go home, hey~"

I called out a few times as I walked, but there were only echoes; no one answered.

Then, a "flap-flap" sound came. If a sparrow or other bird stomped its feet heavily, it would
quickly take flight. Boys loved this childish game. There would be that
sound of wings flapping during flight.

"Huh?"

Before I could react, a shadow flew by quickly, slicing through the air and reaching right above
my head. The shadow landed, moving incredibly fast.

"Ah, ouch, ouch, get away!"

The bird flew very fast and fiercely, pecking at my head several times. Its beak must have been very sharp
. I waved my hands wildly, but the bird kept flying around, and I couldn't keep up with it at all.

Ah. This is a cold-blooded bird that will attack even children without mercy. Its pecks hurt me a lot, so I had
to squat down, cover my head with my hands, and hope that it would lose interest and leave on its own. In the past, when this happened, I
would always squat down and cover my head. As long as I could endure it for a while, the person who was angry with me would stop bothering me and let me go
. At most, I would just be bullied a few more times.

The bird really did fly away, flitting about erratically with a whooshing sound, never
settling down anywhere.

The ground was wet, and looking down, I saw puddles of red liquid, a vivid red that was unsettling.
Was it blood? I wiped my hands; the liquid was sticky after spreading. I looked around; the red liquid
had left streaks on the ground, though it was too dark to notice before.

"...What is this?"

One unpleasant thing after another. Not wanting to get any more of this liquid on me, nor wanting to be bullied by that ferocious bird
, I crouched low and carefully crawled.

"Hmm?"

Not far away, only three or four meters away, an animal crawled towards me, but upon seeing it, I
almost screamed.

The animal wasn't big, but it was incredibly ugly. I used to think pigs were ugly, but this was a hundred times uglier.
It had no skin; its bright red body was oozing a lot of blood. It clawed at the ground, twitching and
crawling, its sharp claws digging into the earth, dragging its body forward with a slow, arching motion
. Whenever it encountered a trail of blood, it would stick out its tongue and lick it incessantly. Its tongue would circle its teeth,
then wriggle a few more times.

This animal evoked a strong sense of disgust and fear. Although it wasn't moving quickly, it still made me feel repulsed
, an instinctive urge to retreat. When you point a pen at your forehead, you get a special feeling;
seeing that animal amplified that feeling countless times. I really wanted to run away.

*** *** *** ***

Death Plot: Returning to the starting room and seeing this disgusting thing, a lot of strange thoughts flooded my mind
. It's the same before; when I encounter things I don't like, they linger in my mind for a long, long time, making me very
unhappy.

Oh well, I'll wait for someone else to handle it. I saw it on TV; they invited an Indian celebrity to a show, and
the guest kept waving at his snake, eventually getting his finger bitten and swollen. It was terrifying! So, if I were
attacked by an animal, I'd be at a huge disadvantage.

I crouched low, crawling slowly on the ground, avoiding the annoying bird, retreating
along the path I'd come out of.

Back in the room I'd woken up in, I couldn't help but sneeze because the smell of blood was particularly strong.

"Ah!" I jumped, wriggling and crawling on the ground. Several ugly, strange animals were
wriggling around, pressing against each other. One was crawling right up to my feet, its tongue almost sticking out.

I tried to kick it away, but the animal's tongue was already wrapped around my ankle. A burning pain shot through me.
Its tongue seemed to have barbs or something. The monster's round mouth writhed, and its teeth moved in and out. I then
realized that it didn't have eyes or anything, just a mouth. The animal arched forward, sucking at my feet. Other
animals also crawled over. Although they weren't moving fast, I felt paralyzed. My feet
not only hurt terribly, but I also had no strength at all, and I almost fell over.

"No! Get away!"

I waved my hands, but the monster just kept crawling over. It seemed to have no sense of perception, yet it seemed to have
its sights set on me. My limbs were wrapped by the monster's tongue. As soon as it touched them, my hands and feet lost their strength, and
I sat down limply.

"Ouch...it hurts so much!"

A sharp pain shot through my left foot, which had been grabbed first. The monster's mouth moved closer, instantly leaving a ring of
bloody wounds. The flesh around my ankle was torn apart, almost exposing the bone.

The pain was intense; tears immediately streamed down my face. The monsters began biting me relentlessly,
leaving numerous wounds on my body. Tormented by the excruciating pain and bleeding, I was on the verge of unconsciousness.

Then, with difficulty, I saw a monster crawl towards me, its tongue lolling towards my neck. I smelled
its stench—hot and foul, like stale flesh evaporating—utterly
disgusting.

Through my tears, I gradually lost consciousness.

*** *** *** ***

Although I was terrified, this place was also awful. I shuddered and tried to move aside, but
the bright red monster (I couldn't imagine what kind of animal it was) was still moving slowly. After a while,
I managed to get away from it.

Crawling forward for a while, I saw a door, but no matter how much I pushed or pulled, it wouldn't budge. I saw
a keyhole on the door. I felt like a fool.

Unable to hear the bird's movements, I bent down and took a few quick steps. Before me was another doorway.

It wasn't so dark here. I saw a red dot on the wall—was it a camera?

*** *** *** ***

Death Scene: Stabbed to Death by a Spike I reached out and placed my hand in front of the red dot. At that moment, a slight "clang"
sounded.

Then, an iron stake crashed through the wall and pierced my body.

Excruciating pain spread through my body. Although all my nerves were transmitting the same signal—"pain"—the
pain was too extreme; I didn't even have time to scream.

"...Ugh...ugh..." My hand rested on the thick stake, touching sticky, bloody flesh.
Had someone else been hit like this before?

Muscles, nerves, internal organs, spine—everything was destroyed. My thighs were spasming and convulsing. My underwear was
soaked with incontinent urine, blood and urine flowing down my thighs together.

"...Huff..." Consciousness and thought froze. The "it hurts so much" echoed in my mind a million times, but
I knew nothing more.

*** *** *** ***

I'd better not touch it.

This kind of thing is common on TV shows. If you trigger a mechanism, sometimes air will shoot out and
blow up your skirt, sometimes you'll fall into a pool full of catfish, making you look all messy.

I crouched down, dodging the red dot, and felt for a small key on the ground.

It was easy to guess. I went outside, and the disgusting monster was still crawling around on the ground. I jumped aside, avoiding
it. I grabbed the key and went back into the hallway, heading towards the door.

But the sound of the door opening was clear. Just then, that annoying sparrow fluttered over again.
I quickly twisted the door open, squeezed in, and slammed it shut.

Okay, this was also a hallway, dimly lit. Moss probably grew in the cracks in the walls, giving everything a dark,
oily green hue.

A slow-moving monster crawled on the ground, licking its own blood, pacing back and forth.

There was a door here too, with dark patterns painted on it, but I couldn't make them out.

I dodged the disgusting monster. For some reason, I felt a real fear of such things,
even though it was slow.

The room was empty, except for a small table opposite, with a blue glass ball on it.

*** *** *** ***

Death Scene: Trap Kill Curious about the glass ball, I walked over.

There was no next second; the floorboards suddenly opened. I wanted to do what the characters in the movies did—use my hands to brace myself against the wall,
or scramble up the floorboards—but for me, that was wishful thinking.

Below were sharp, long spikes pointing upwards. I'm not some Indian who can lie on a bed of spikes;
I haven't trained under waterfalls.

In an instant, I was pierced through. Eyes, arms, chest, abdomen, thighs… That time, Zaori was pierced by dozens of spikes, and instantly
fell silent. One of her eyes was still hanging from a spike, connected to nerve tissue. And her head had become like a showerhead, pierced through several spikes. More pitiful than barbecue food, Zaori's body bled profusely
that time . 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　Ah, that thing is so beautiful. 　　Thinking this, I quickly ran over and picked up the glass ball. 　　Examining it briefly, the surface was pale blue and cool to the touch. It was about the size of a coin, very smooth, and felt comfortable to the touch. I played with it for a while, thinking how beautiful it was; perhaps it was crystal or a gemstone. 　　There was nothing left here. I came out of the doorway, ignoring the bloody, disgusting monster, and continued walking . 　　The room was empty, except for a small bright spot opposite. 　　(Death scenario: I pressed my finger on the ceiling, the bright spot went down, but nothing happened.) 　　"Huh?" 　　No, there was a faint clicking sound, as if something had been activated, but when I turned to leave, the doorway behind me was blocked, and the frame was tightly sealed, not even suggesting it could be opened. 　　"Strange," the clicking sound continued. I looked around, but still saw nothing. 　　The switch didn't spring back. Finally, I belatedly realized something. 　　The dark green ceiling seemed to be slowly descending. 　　Staring at the slowly moving ceiling, I froze for a few seconds, then a sudden sense of dread washed over me. 　　On the internet, many people upload mindless videos; some use hydraulic presses to process various objects. Every time something is processed, it's flattened. 　　If the ceiling falls, won't I be flattened too? 　　After thinking about it, I realized this was the case. If the ceiling just kept falling, I'd be crushed into a flattened chestnut pancake. 　　A chill ran down my spine. I turned back and pushed hard against the door, kicking it a few times, but quickly realized it was pointless. 　　I looked at the switch again; it wasn't working. There was no setting to stop it after pressing it twice. 　　I pressed it a few more times, realizing that pressing it at least a hundred times wouldn't stop the ceiling. 　　"What's going on? Why is it like this?" 　　Okay, I understand now. After a while, the ceiling will stop on its own; it must be like that . 　　Even thinking this, watching the ceiling slowly descend, my heart gradually filled with fear. 　　I tried to brace myself against the ceiling with my hands, but I was just a child, without any special strength; it was impossible to resist. 　　Having tried everything I could think of, I sat down on the floor, watching the space gradually shrink, feeling a mixture of fear and frustration. 　　It was always like this; although I tried my best to run, those unpleasant things always chased after me, preventing me from escaping, constantly tormenting me. 　　Almost touching my head, I had 　　no choice but to lie down , watching the ceiling approach, feeling a heavy weight in my heart. 　　That was despair. 　　" 　　No...no... " 　　Begging was useless, crying was useless; the ceiling just kept falling. "I don't want to die! 　　Please stop! Don't die..." " 　　Aa ... 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　"Hmm, surprisingly suitable!" 　　I looked at it; the glowing round hole matched the size of the crystal in my hand quite well. Just as I was thinking this, my hand reached out. 　　With a "click," the crystal was embedded, and a small door suddenly appeared on my right. This wasn't surprising ; everything here was mysterious. 　　The door wasn't locked, and it led to another dimly lit corridor. 　　I felt quite disheartened. Although only a short time had passed, I was already fed up. 　　The filthy corridor and walls, everything was incredibly dark, and it reeked of a strange, stale stench. Disgusting monsters crawled around—whether it was aliens or some kind of TV program, I was tired of it all.

I felt all my strength drain away. This place was awful; everything was so boring and disgusting.

Another door appeared ahead, and I couldn't help but hope that I could get out of there, go home right now,
watch TV, play with my sister…

how wonderful that would be!

"Huh?"

Like a reflex, I jumped back, and a large hole was drilled into the ground. A huge, bright red worm
emerged, looking like the kind you see on grotesque shows, its mouth full of fine, sharp teeth,
snapping and crackling in the air.

Before I could even fully register what it was, the worm slid back into the ground with a "whoosh," not even a second wasted
.

"What was that…that terrifying thing?"

My heart pounded. When I went to the hospital, I would lower my head, afraid to look at the doctor, my heart
pounding. At those times, I always felt like I was going to be severely punished.

That feeling wasn't just fear, but also a sense of inescapable tension.

A small pebble landed on my head, and a sense of crisis filled me. I quickly crouched down, covering my head.

The large, dark red insect then emerged from above. If I hadn't crouched down, my head would surely
have been bitten by its toothy mouth. Seeing the insect constantly opening and closing its mouth, its teeth grinding together with a "crunching"
sound, I couldn't help but shudder. It

was terrifying; I had to get away.

*** *** *** ***

Death Scene: Strangulation & Instant Kill

Whether for my life or out of instinct, I had to get away
quickly. Thinking this, I tried to take a step forward.

But it was too late. The large insect burst from the ground, like a morning glory. Its movements were not
only swift but also surprisingly agile.

The insect's body was cold and sticky, coiling around my leg. I tried to push it away, but
its head was almost in front of my eyes, its mouth full of sharp teeth opening and closing, wriggling.

I quickly pressed down on its mouth, suppressing my disgust, trying to subdue it. Although I'm a timid child
, when my life is in danger, maybe I'll become brave.

But the insect's body twitched and tightened, constricting me tightly.

Even if it strangled a telephone pole, this large insect could probably snap it instantly. The force was terrifying
; I felt a wave of nausea. After a moment of intense pressure, a deep, sharp pain followed.

It felt like my bones were about to break, my internal organs about to be crushed. I squeezed blood from my mouth.

My mouth was filled with a salty taste; it tasted the same when I licked my nose before after a nosebleed.
Being constricted by this large insect made me vomit blood.

My heart was filled with the fear of death and a deep sense of despair. To be strangled to death by a terrifying giant insect was
utterly disgusting.

But the insect was incredibly strong; my arm was about to give way, and I watched as its head loomed
over, ready to bite my skull.

"Ugh..." I could only kick the insect's body, kicking it again and again.

A miracle happened. Perhaps the insect had a vital spot; its strength diminished, and using the slippery
liquid on its body, it burrowed back into the ground and disappeared with a "whoosh."

"Ugh...it hurts so much!"

I gently touched my chest; a sharp pain shot through me. I probably had several broken bones.

Without even wiping the blood from my mouth, I quickly started running towards the door. Maybe
someone would be waiting to save me, and then I would be safe.

I only took two steps before that morning's worm was killed. As if aiming precisely, the insect
burst through the ceiling with a "bang," biting directly at her head. With a "snap," it
tore her head off with its massive jaws.

That time, Zaori's body convulsed a few times before collapsing to the ground. A few seconds later, the large insect
emerged from the ground, coiled around Zaori's headless corpse, and dragged it into the hole it had drilled.

*** *** *** ***

Although I was terrified, my mind was still working.

Perhaps the bird had heard my voice at first. That

bloody, ugly thing was probably just crawling around because it was attracted to the smell of blood.

The large insect had no eyes or ears; why did it almost bite me?

The large insect had no skin; perhaps it was sensitive to vibrations or something. In science class, we learned that some
spiders weave silk between quartz blocks, and once they sense a vibration, they pounce and seize
their prey; otherwise, they lie lazily.

When I came in, there were no openings in the ground, so the big bug must have been lying lazily most of the time.

Was my footsteps its knocking sound?

I withdrew my feet and moved slowly across the ground, trying to minimize my movements.

The big bug suddenly emerged again, not far from the initial opening.

Okay, it seems the big bug has some kind of intelligence; it can find me through trial and error. But the more it
does this, the less I should panic.

My hands and feet felt icy cold from intense fear. I moved slowly down the corridor
, hoping to avoid the bug's attack.

Fortunately, the bug's movements were random, and the chance of it hitting me wasn't very high. I slowly moved,
finally approaching the door at the end of the corridor.

I swallowed hard, pressed the doorknob, and flung the door open.

A sharp screech as if the air was being torn apart came from behind me, but I didn't turn around. The big bug had definitely crawled out again;
the sound or vibration had alerted it.

I quickly ran inside and slammed the door shut. Just as I locked it, a heavy crash echoed.

"Huff... huff..." I slowly sat down against the door. A sudden emptiness filled my heart; the threat of death had vanished
. I sat on the floor, unable to recover for a long time. I had no strength left in my body; I almost had the illusion of urinating
.

"I survived!"

The crashing sound of the giant insect had ceased; perhaps it was disappointed, thinking it had imagined it.

Hugging my legs, I felt incredibly uncomfortable.

The giant insect was indeed terrifying; the sparrow was alright, and the bloody creature was just unpleasant to look at.

But this monster was different. If it had bitten me, I would have been killed.

Maybe this wasn't some TV program, but displaying such blatant death risks was just too
dangerous.

No matter how I thought about it, this whole thing was illogical. But who put me here? This
disgusting, filthy place. I didn't want to stay a second longer.

There were dirty marks on the ground; perhaps monsters had lingered here too. There was a doorway in the room
leading to a staircase, and a small, dark hole in the corner.

I crouched down and peered into the dark hole, but I couldn't see anything. Of course, my eyes aren't flashlights; they don't
emit light on their own. Should I crawl in? But drilling is a game only elementary school students would enjoy. You end up getting
stuck, unable to move forward or backward, which is incredibly embarrassing.

Thinking about that unfortunate situation, I think I'd better not try drilling.

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