My Crazy Journey with My Summons

Creak, crack!

The rusty front door was suddenly shoved open with brute force, sending a sharp metallic screech echoing through the air. Rango swept his flashlight around the room, eyes sharp and alert, scanning every corner.

Not long ago, Rango and his team had already performed a thorough search of the entire haunted house after getting off work.

And no, it wasn't just a figure of speech. They'd literally done a "carpet-style" search. With Megan's high-tech electronic scanning eye, it had only taken a short time to completely sweep the entire building.

Six bedrooms, three living rooms, three bathrooms, plus a study, an entertainment room, a garage, and even every blade of grass in the backyard. Nothing was overlooked.

The result? Not only did they find zero signs of anything supernatural, the whole place was spotless. Unnaturally clean, in fact.

If it were before, Rango might not have thought much of it. But he clearly remembered how his palm had burned the last time he came to inspect this house.

After all those years away, the system had never been wrong.

Whenever he approached a place or object with any trace of supernatural activity, the system's progress bar would slowly begin to rise.

If he didn't sense anything now, it could only mean one thing. And that is, whatever was here had hidden itself extremely well.

And now, only the basement remained unchecked.

Rango glanced around. He and Ted both wrinkled their noses as the stench of formalin hit them hard.

"Ugh!"

Ted gagged violently a few times before cursing, face twisted in disgust. "Fuck, this stench is worse than a public toilet in a village!"

"It's not that bad," Rango said as he flipped through the surrounding clutter. "Just smells like some kind of chemical. Strong, yeah, but not unbearable."

"You're human, of course you don't think it's bad! I'm a bear! My sense of smell is thousands of times sharper than yours! F**k, this is driving me nuts!"

After throwing out that curse, Ted waddled off on his stubby legs, leaving Rango alone in the basement. Not that Rango noticed, his attention was fixed on the messy piles of junk scattered across the floor.

The place was littered with old surgical tools, and combined with the strong formalin odor, it was easy to guess that one of the previous owners had been a medical professional.

What puzzled him was why the cleaning crew hadn't removed any of this. In the corner of the room, several large wooden crates were stacked up.

He walked over, eyed the rust-covered padlock, then grabbed a crowbar leaning against the wall and brought it down hard. The lock snapped with a sharp clank.

He lifted the dusty lid. Inside, the box was packed full of costumes. All sorts of colors and styles, clearly stage outfits for theater performances.

Rango frowned, then cracked open the other boxes the same way.

The second one was neatly filled with law books, all published over twenty years ago. The third was full of children's clothes, mostly for baby boys judging by the style. The fourth box held several dozen small vials labeled morphine, along with a few black pouches.

Rango pried open one of the bags with the crowbar, and a sharp chemical stench rushed out.

"This is a dead bird?!"

Now that he had a clearer picture of what was inside, Rango was honestly baffled.

Who the hell used to live here? The variety of stuff was insane, and all from different eras.

He closed the box lid and rubbed his nose, about to investigate the source of the formalin stench, when something caught his eye, a red suitcase tucked behind one of the wooden crates.

It looked fairly new. Aside from a bit of dust, it was in perfect condition.

Rango stared silently at the bulging suitcase for over ten seconds before deciding… to call Ted over and make him open it instead.

Based on his years of experience in Africa and Asia, suitcases found in places like this usually held either stacks of cash or a corpse. And with the heavy formalin stench in this basement mixed with the faint smell of decay, if there wasn't a corpse inside, then,

Wait, seriously? It actually wasn't?

Rango couldn't hold back his curiosity and unzipped the case just enough to peek inside. The moment he saw what was inside, his pupils shrank sharply and he stumbled back in shock.

It wasn't a body… but somehow, it was even more disturbing.

Inside was a giant pile of rubber-made, oversized black dildos.

That wasn't all.

There were also thick stacks of photos, every single one of them showing two hairy-chested men in intimate, bedroom poses. The visual assault was on the same level as Two Girls One Cup!

"F**k!"

Rango, feeling mentally violated, furiously kicked the suitcase, sending the rubber objects rolling all over the floor.

But just then, as he stomped down in frustration, he noticed the floorboard beneath his foot felt a bit loose. Narrowing his eyes, he crouched down, grabbed the raised plank, and yanked it open with force.

What he saw underneath made his skin crawl, dozens of glass jars, each filled with formalin-soaked human embryos.

…

A little while later...

Rango sat on the living room sofa, cigarette clenched in his teeth, piecing together all the clues he'd found so far.

It was clear now that this infamous haunted house had gone through a long line of owners, with a wide variety of professions, such as a surgeon, a Broadway actor, a lawyer, and more.

One couple had apparently had a child. And at some point, one of the owners, no idea which, had secretly performed abortions for unmarried girls in the basement, then grotesquely preserved each fetus in formalin jars.

And let's not forget that... unforgettable collection of adult toys and the owners' rather spicy photo album.

Rango took a hard drag on his cigarette, his expression twisted as he recalled the suitcase's contents.

He'd seen a lot of dicks (in corn videos) in his decades of life, but never that many in one place before.

"Lunch is ready. Saffron chicken à la française with white wine. Dessert will be cherry pie and coconut meringue cookies," Megan said as she walked over wearing a frilly apron, bending slightly at Rango's side.

Seeing her dressed like a maid softened his grim expression a little. No doubt about it, summoning Megan this time had been a stroke of luck.

This cyber-loli wasn't just a walking encyclopedia, but she was also a top-tier housekeeper. Her cooking skills were on another level, whether Western or Asian cuisine.

The only downside was her height. Every time she cooked, she had to stand on a stool, which gave off serious "child labor" vibes if anyone happened to walk in.

"Hey! Rango!" Just as he was about to get up and eat, Ted came rushing in from his aimless wandering around the villa, excitement all over his face. "Guess what I just saw?!"

Without waiting for a response, he blurted, "A maid! An absolutely drop-dead fu*king gorgeous maid!"

Rango frowned instantly. "Put that filthy thought away, Ted! Megan's just a kid! No, wait, she's a freaking robot, you sick fu*k—"

"What? No, no, no! I wasn't talking about Megan!"

Ted's eyes widened as he pointed upstairs. "When I was coming down, I saw a girl in a maid outfit, bending over to organize some shoes. She wasn't just pretty, her body was a bomb—"

"Wait," Rango cut him off with a raised hand, suddenly serious. "Where exactly did you see her?"

Ted paused, then shook his head. "How would I know that? All I know is... that maid was dayum."

"Did she see you?"

"How would I know that? All I know is... that maid was dayum."

"What was her expression like? Sad? Seductive?"

"How would I know that? All I know is... that maid was dayum!"

"…You are going to be the death of me."

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