This new series that I wanted to write on a whim recently is here again (in fact, the number of words is not enough, and I want to count the words, make up the number of words, make up the number of words, make up the number of words. I thought I would write about the horror stories and memes we used to listen to in the studio.

It's all based on short essays, a short essay and a story, I still hope you like it.

It's going to be updated normally today.,This one is just to make up the word count.,Because I'm not going to continue to write.,It's too time-consuming to write this thing.,And there's really little time and motivation for me to continue writing novels.。 It's OK to skip this one among friends who don't like this series, although no one reads it.

Male dormitory, Building E, 404

Huang Sen tossed and turned on the bed, and found the mobile phone next to the pillow, it was two o'clock in the middle of the night, his already pale face was even more pale by the light on the mobile phone, and the heavy dark circles under his eyes were particularly obvious.

Yes, he had insomnia. I've had insomnia for several days.,I've been criticized by the teacher several times in the studio.。。。

Rustle~rustle~ The sound of nails scraping the wooden board came from the cabinet.

Huang Sen covered his ears and tried not to hear the sound, but the rustling sound seemed to be penetrating, and Huang Sen covered his ears and became louder.

That's right, he lost sleep during this time because of this strange sound coming from his cabinet every night.

It's getting louder and louder every day, and a few days ago it was still the sound of gently rubbing the cabinet door. Huang Sen closed his eyes, damn it~ If I was given another chance, I would never pick up that damn painting.

In the early hours of the morning a week ago, Huang Sen went back to the studio alone.

After finishing my homework that day, I was in a hurry, and my iPad fell on a chair, and when I went to the dormitory to take a shower and prepare to eat a chicken, I found that the iPad was in the studio.

When several roommates heard that Huang Sen was going back to the studio, they said that they would not accompany him. Internet addiction is unbearable, Huang Sen gritted his teeth, a bunch of cowards, just a few minutes away, you don't go and I'll go by myself!

The studio was dark, and the students had already been cleared by Uncle Luo, a plumber, half an hour ago. A corridor is dimly lit, and the "safety exits" that are not lit are particularly strange.

At the end of the corridor, a gust of wind blew, making Huang Sen shiver. Huang Sen doesn't care anymore, can he go back empty-handed after he has come here?

I rushed back to the classroom, picked up my iPad and ran outside. With the iPad on the light, Huang Sen is also a lot bolder, and a sketch of a line when passing by the trash can attracts Huang Sen's attention.

It depicts a monster, a ghost floating in the sky, wearing a Japanese onimushi mask, with two shamanic feathers on his head and long, pointed nails on his hands.

It's almost the same, and there are still people who draw these boring things~ Huang Sen said disdainfully. However, the mask is quite delicately painted, so take it back and copy it another day, maybe it will be used in the future.

Back in the dormitory, Huang Sen casually threw the painting into the cabinet and teamed up with his roommates to eat chicken. How would he have known that what he had brought back was not a copy, but a nightmare.

In the middle of the night, Huang Sen woke up with a sound of rubbing, and listened carefully to see that it was in his cabinet. Won't it be mice, Huang Sen turned over, and the sound of rubbing became more obvious.

Sleepless all night, Huang Sen got up early in the morning to check the cabinet, it was not a mouse, there was no trace at all, the cabinet was obviously locked. Wait! Huang Sen's pupils shrank, and the painting he threw into the cabinet last night was gone!

1

Huang Sen is dead.

My name is Ah Kan and I slept on his top bunk when I found out in the morning when I got out of bed to brush my teeth. The death was ugly, his face was blue, his eyes were wide, and his hands were spread around his chest in a circle from behind, as strange as he wanted.

In fact, Huang Sen is weird these days, every day he says that there is something in the cabinet scratching the cabinet, and he doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and turns over in bed, so scared that I haven't slept well in the past few days.

During the day, he was also suspicious, always saying that something followed him, and he was absent-minded when he painted every day, and Mr. Ngawang scolded him several times.

By the way, it seems that four days ago, a few of us stayed up late with him, and when it was three or four o'clock, there was no sound at all, and he shrank into the quilt, so I had to say that something was scratching, and we couldn't hear it in four or five pairs of ears.

You don't believe it? I'm telling the truth, you don't believe it, you ask other people, we really don't hear it.

Like, when he came back with his iPad that night, he seemed to have taken a sketch. No, I didn't look carefully, he threw it in the cabinet casually, hehehe~ We also ate a handful of chicken that day. Oh yes, we all lock the cabinets, after all, it's safer to lock them.

As soon as you talk about painting, I remember, he got up earlier than me the next day, and I watched him in a daze as he rummaged through his cabinet, and then lay on the floor to look for it, and kept saying that he was gone. Yes, when we asked him about him later, he said that it was a masked monster with long nails.

Yes, yes, the day before yesterday, Huang Sen said that there was a big crunch of the cabinet in the middle of the night, well~ I don't know, but I heard him say that he slept well that night, and it was rare that he didn't have insomnia, and he was happy and invited us to drink milk tea.

Hiss~ No, sir, could it be that there is really something wrong with the painting? The monster in the painting ran out? Wow, sir, don't scare me, I have to live for several months.

Ah, hey, hey...... I'll just say~ It must be scaring me, I can think of it, it's a pity that you don't write a novel with your brain.

2

Actually, I heard it.

Akhan didn't believe it, but I did hear it when I woke up in the middle of the night...... The sound of scratching the cabinet that Huang Sen said was rattling, not loud, really not loud, but it was heard very clearly.

Ah yes, I'm Ah Hua, in fact, I didn't believe it at first, everyone fell asleep at two o'clock, I was ...... The day before yesterday, I drank too much water and wanted to go to the toilet, and as soon as I woke up, I heard the sound of quackling and scraping boards.

At that time, I was excited, it was really too mad! It was too similar to what Huang Sen had said these days, it was definitely not the sound of a mouse, it was clearly the sound of my nails buttoning the wooden board! Later, when I was about to fall asleep, I really squeaked the sound of opening the cabinet! It must have been Huang Sen's words, and the monster in his painting ran out.

Yes, I saw the picture, and I didn't eat chicken with them that day when my phone was out of battery. The drawing is very simple, it is indeed a monster with a ghost warrior mask, long nails, two feathers on the head, very strange, but the painting is quite delicate.

I don't know, I went to bed very early yesterday, and I was really tired from too much homework.

Wait, it won't. I watched Huang Sen and we all heard this voice, there were six people in our dormitory that day, and the four of them ate chicken......

Yes, I also watched it with me, and I slept diagonally across from Huang Sen, and he definitely heard it. That night...... When I woke up, I felt the bed shaking! Ah Ping didn't sleep, he definitely heard it!

No, no, sir, it's not because of that trembling, it's definitely trembling, although I'm sleepy, but I can still feel it.

How dare I tell them, maybe that thing is listening to us in the cupboard, and if that thing knows, I can hear it, maybe...... Maybe I'm just like Huang Sen.

3

Indeed, Ah Hua is right, and I heard it, just yesterday.

No, I've heard the sound of scratching the plank for the past three days......

Yesterday? Yesterday...... In fact, I not only heard, I ...... I see it...... That thing.

It was late, three o'clock. Actually, I should have fallen asleep at that time, but I was woken up by the cold, and when I woke up, I didn't know why a gust of wind blew me awake, and it was at that time that I looked at Huang Sen's bed, and there was something floating in front of me......

Yes, it's floating, but I can't see clearly, I don't know why I can't see clearly, it's as vague as myopia, no, no, I'm not myopia. It's definitely that thing! It's the monster! Although I can't see it...... But two feathers on its head are not what the monster is!

Scold...... Let me catch my breath...... Ah sir, you have to save me, I know you believe what I said to Ah Hua! and...... That monster didn't know how to kill Huang Sen...... It seems to have turned around! Turn, sir, do you know! That thing seems to be looking at me and Ah Hua...... Woooooooooo

Woowoowoo...... Save us, sir......

What about the back! Yes, what about the back of Ngawang?

A group of people gathered around a large easel, in front of the easel sat a fat teacher, the teacher took a paintbrush and knocked the messy paint-stained head of the student next to him, "It's not good to watch the demonstration, you will only listen to the story! Hey, hey~ Now sober, I'm telling this story just to let you stop drawing those messy things! Honestly prepare for the joint entrance examination! You should think I want to be a demonstration! Ang? It's ten o'clock, and I have to go back to sleep." Listen, let's demonstrate who dares to sleep and add ten homework today!"

"Hey, hey, if you behave well, I'll tell you a story before I do a demonstration."

The teacher drew very quickly, and it was done in an hour. The classmates dispersed in a hurry, and without waiting for Uncle Luo to clear the field, the teacher and classmates ran away.

A gust of wind blew, and a sketch with long fingernails in a mask floated out from behind the drawing board and swayed to the trash can.

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Come to an end.