He thought about it for a while, and finally decided to light the kerosene lamp. The faint light of the fire www.biquge.info the pen is even darker in the dark. In the narrow stairwell, I gradually lost sight of the stairs. He held his breath, held the kerosene lamp, and walked step by step through the faint and blurred light.

He walked for an unknown amount of time, but he didn't stop until he had some difficulty breathing. He had a strange delusion that he hadn't been downstairs for that long. Ye Mu stared blankly at the endless staircase, a little timid. He never believed in all this.

What was the sound he had just heard in the room? He recalled, and the moment he opened the door, the strange sound disappeared with it. Now he felt as if he was locked in a cramped and dark cabin, and the feeling of suffocating powerlessness made him a little breathless. Do you want to go on?" he pondered, a jumbled mind, arguing in his head. This is his occupational disease, a common problem of a journalist. He stared ahead, and somehow, the more he looked ahead, the more the fear in his heart grew. He could even hear his restless heart beating wildly.

At this moment, in the darkness ahead, there was a sound in the shadows. Like the sound of a heavy slap ball, the sound of "bang bang bang" echoed in this narrow stairwell. There was a loud sound, and it fell heavily to the ground, and then bounced back into the air, and so on. At this time, a thought of running away rose in his heart. His instincts told him that it was dangerous to go any further. His breathing quickened, his eyes staring straight ahead. Escape. Run away. He was screaming wildly in the bottom of his heart, and a strong cry stopped him from moving forward in the depths of his heart. In fact, he wanted to turn back, he wanted to turn around, but, at this moment, he found that his body seemed to be controlled by someone, and he couldn't move. In the dark, there seems to be a hidden person, desperately pulling his feet. The feeling that was about to collapse burned into his blood.

Those eyes watched cautiously into the darkness ahead, for fear that something would suddenly appear. His head was deep and his feet were on the ground. At such times, he has to be even more energetic. You can't be in a trance at this critical moment. But it is not a proper thing to beat his spirit, he is now unable to move his body, he is controlled like a puppet, and he cannot predict what will happen in the next second. The more I think about it, the more angry I get, and the more I think about it, the more scared I become. If he goes on like this, he himself will be destroyed by it. This made him even more agitated, and added fuel to the fire.

He couldn't wait any longer. We have to find a way out of this predicament. Before I had time to think about it, in an instant, the sound of the collision became louder and louder, and it got closer and closer to this side. A somber aura enveloped him. He was completely confused about the situation and froze in place. At the same time, a circular object pops out of the distant darkness. It didn't bounce until it was at his feet, and then it stopped.

Time seems to stand still in this moment. Perhaps out of fear, he was a little out of breath, and his heart was pounding wildly. Even, the moment he was running towards him with the round object, he closed his eyes deadly. He didn't dare to look at it, he didn't have the courage to look at it.

After a pause, he came to his senses. He was crying out in his heart, should he open his eyes, or should he stay as they were? After struggling for a while, he decided to open his eyes. He slowly crouched down, peeking at his eyes open and closed, and then quickly closed them. He was still scared.

What was that? He saw it in the blink of an eye. There seemed to be something gray on top of the potholes. He couldn't help but open another eye, and at one look, it almost killed him. What is this? A round object full of eyeballs. The gray eyes were still rolling, and some were even staring at him, shining sharply in the darkness. This thing has no beauty at all, and it makes people panic when they look at it, and Ye Mu has goosebumps all over his body. He felt that this moment was so difficult that he wanted to erase it from his memory.

The thing under his feet made a ghostly echo. At this moment, behind him, a pair of highly decomposed hands slowly stretched out, and a musty smell of corpse rancid straight into his nostrils. He shivered all over, his hands and feet were disobediently out of control, his hands trembled so much from fear that the kerosene lamp rolled down from his hand and fell to the ground with a heavy falling sound, breaking the dead silence. A grumbling cry seemed to come from behind him. He sweats his back. At this moment of death, he found that he was like a lamb to the slaughter, helpless and inescapable.

Indescribably, an indescribable sense of fear took over his body, and his mind seemed to stop running, unable to think. After all, he was terrified to the extreme, and he kept letting out his last shout, "Help! Help......

He rolled straight out of bed. Panting heavily, his face covered with beads of sweat the size of beans. It took him a while to recover from his fright. It turned out to be a dream! The muscles in his face quivered, and his brow was almost knit together. Obviously, Ye Mu has not completely broken free from that dream, at least mentally.

He collapsed and turned on the light. Inadvertently, he habitually glanced at the box of puzzles. Not in bed? He scanned the room and found that the puzzle had run under the chair. Something is wrong. That was his first instinct. But he couldn't tell what was wrong. He feels that his worldview has been under a huge shock lately.

He remembered that before going to bed, the puzzle was clearly placed on the bed, right next to him. Still is...... He was misremembered, he tried to remember, but in the end he still believed that it was his delusion.

I don't know when, the sky is bright. He opened the door and looked into the stairwell, his face glazed. Until now, he has not been able to fully recover from the horror.

As he walked downstairs, he felt that there were people behind him, or not people at all, those things, who were spying on him. He ran downstairs like an escape, stumbling down the stairwell to the first-floor living room. His parents were preparing breakfast, and they were shocked to see him so flustered. Ask him what happened. Ye Mu just waved his hand, pulled over a chair out of breath, and sat down in collapse. His mother came over uneasily, pressed her hand on his forehead, and was relieved when she found that there was nothing abnormal. Just as she turned around, she saw a long gash on Ye Mu's arm, the blood had already coagulated, and the jelly-like blood clot that could not flow was covered in the skin.

"How did you get hurt, and when did you get hurt?" asked his mother, grabbing his arm, worried.

He lowered his head and looked at it, revealing a look of surprise. He had an arm injury. When did he get hurt? He couldn't remember it at all. Ye Mu's father looked at him with a blank face, and felt that something was not right, so he hurriedly walked over.

"Son, don't be afraid, remember slowly. Listening to his father's familiar voice, his big rough hands gently caressed his face. The restless heart gradually settled down. Ye Mu's pupils shrank as he looked at the scar on his arm. Suddenly, he seemed to have an answer. Could it be, in a dream? He was frightened by his own thoughts.

Under the questioning of his parents, he decided to tell the truth of the matter. Including the eerie nightmare he experienced last night, and the box of puzzles moving for no reason.