1. Nightmares

The phone was still flickering, An Cheng's eyes were glazed, and he rinsed his cheeks with cold water over and over again. I don't know how long it was, until his face stiffened to the point where he couldn't feel anything, he stopped and turned back to his room.

"What's wrong with me lately? Why am I always suspicious. An Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hair vigorously with both hands, and the tiredness on his face seemed to never go away.

After a while, he lay on the bed, his eyes inadvertently swept over the still flickering mobile phone, and suddenly saw such a message: Help me, help me, help me!

"Smack!" he jerked up, slamming his phone to the ground with a loud noise.

His face looked a little hideous at this point. It was this message from someone who sent it that made him have nightmares and bad luck recently, and his personality became more and more withdrawn, and in just a few days, he changed from a sunny boy to a madman who can only talk all day long.

An Cheng was silent for a while, and finally sighed and picked up the phone.

Fortunately, there is a blanket on the ground, otherwise this mobile phone would have to be smashed by Ancheng.

So far, he has received thirteen "help me" messages. Each one was sent to him between three and four in the morning. He deliberately went to the Internet to check what special meaning this time period had, and learned that the intersection of yin and yang in the world from three to four o'clock in the morning was the heaviest time of the day.

If it weren't for An Cheng's insistence on atheism, he would really believe that he was haunted by ghosts. When something strange happens when the yin qi is at its heaviest, no one will be in a good mood after experiencing it.

And since receiving the news of "help me", some strange things have always happened around An Cheng. For example, he often wakes up in the middle of the night and wants to go to the toilet, and after going to the toilet, he feels that someone is secretly watching him, and for example, he dreams every night, and every dream is the same.

On a stormy night, thunder roared. In a deep mansion, it was pitch black, with white pours on the door and windows, and a white sedan chair parked in the courtyard. There was no one in the sedan chair, not even a single living person in the entire mansion, only a hanged woman could be seen through the half-hidden crack in the door. The woman wore a white wedding dress, which was stained with delicate blood, as if it had been specially depicted, outlining the appearance of the flower one by one. The rope on which she hanged herself was red, and it tightly strangled the woman's neck, making her hideous face and suffocating to death. And whenever An Cheng wanted to see the woman's face clearly, he would find that this dream world began to crumble and shatter, and a distorted face appeared in front of his eyes, making him wake up from his dream.

The unmanned sedan chair, the empty mansion, the hanged woman, and the upside-down world of red and white all combine to create a terrifying nightmare for An Cheng.

The book says that a person will soon forget after a dream, but An Cheng found that not only did the dream not disappear, but also became clearer and clearer in his mind. That feeling...... It seems that this dream was originally part of his memory.

"Knock, knock!" Someone knocking on the door, or the window?

Hearing the sound, An Cheng immediately became vigilant. Because he often encounters strange things, he has been very sensitive lately.

Moving his body carefully, An Cheng picked up the fruit knife on the table, quietly came to the door of the room, and looked out through the cat's eye.

Outside the door, there was a man wearing black clothes, a black mask, and a peaked cap, and there was only a door between him and An Cheng at this time.

Seeing this sneaky man in black, An Cheng couldn't help but think of something.

When he wanted to rent this house half a month ago, the landlord told him that there had been a homicide on this floor, but the murderer had never been arrested, and since then, strange things have often happened here, and I hope An Cheng will reconsider it. As a result, Ancheng didn't think so much about it at that time, and for the weird reason of this floor, the house price was very low, so Ancheng rented this room directly.

His heart was in his throat, and he was afraid that this man dressed in black was the murderer that the landlord said, and if that was the case, then he was not neighboring with a murderer, and that the murderer might be going to kill him......

An Cheng took a deep breath and clenched the fruit knife in his hand. If the man outside the door really wanted to hurt him, he would definitely stab him mercilessly.

The man patiently knocked on the door, but An Cheng remained silent.

It was a long time before he bent over and walked away lightly.

An Cheng in the room noticed that the man in black had left, and finally let go of his hanging heart, sat on the ground along the wall, covered his face, and sighed sadly.

"What's wrong with me lately?" An Cheng looked at his hands in confusion, and he even felt that he was no longer the original self.

It's a strange feeling, but it seems real. This made him smell danger, and his body instinct kept the string in his nerves tight, and he didn't dare to relax for half a minute.

Glancing at the clock in the living room, it was exactly one o'clock in the morning.

An Cheng sat up straight, looked around, and found that his mobile phone appeared at his feet at some point.

"I remember obviously not bringing it out!" An Cheng remembers clearly, when he dropped the phone on the ground and picked it up and put it on the bed, but now......

An Cheng's hair stood on end, and he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his back. Someone was in his home and took his phone while he wasn't paying attention...... Or did you say that this mobile phone ran out by itself?!

Either case is impractical and unscientific. An Cheng's nerves were always in a state of excitement, and if someone was walking around the house, he would definitely notice it. But what if no one takes the phone out?

Or rather...... Bring your phone out...... Not people!

"How, how is it possible?" An Cheng's face turned pale, his face full of disbelief.

With trembling hands, he opened the information page of his mobile phone, and a message such as "Help me, help me, help me" was displayed.

His mind went blank and he didn't know what to do.

Since he was a child, An Cheng has been very bold, which has a lot to do with his adherence to atheism and belief in science. So when there are strange things around him, or when he visits a haunted house, he is always the calmest one.

Because he knows that it is all false. Since it's fake, you don't need to be afraid, and the so-called "ghosts" won't really keep pestering you, intimidating you, or even harming you.

But...... He panicked when some phenomena that science could not explain appeared in his life...... He seemed at a loss, he didn't know what to do, who to turn to, and who could help him.

No one believed him and thought what he said was nonsense.

When he first received a message like "help me", he didn't think so, thinking it was just someone else's prank, and didn't care, but when the message kept appearing for several days, accompanied by the same dream all night, he finally realized that something might be wrong, so he found the police to help investigate.

But what shocked him was that the "Help Me" message didn't exist in his message record, as if it had never appeared.

He didn't know if it was deleted by the person who sent the message, or if someone had secretly touched his phone.

In order to make the police believe what he said, he did not close his eyes for a day and a night, waited until more than 3 o'clock in the morning, and immediately ran to the police station to report the case after receiving the message.

It's just that after investigation, it was found that the mobile phone number that sent me a message didn't exist at all.

This...... It's like a ghost asking An Cheng for "help".

Because he believed in atheism, he did not feel afraid, but one day, when he found that there was a phenomenon that could not be explained by atheism, he was shaken, and a feeling called fear quietly spread in his heart.

The wooden door to the "creak...... bedroom opened, making a harsh, unpleasant sound. No one touched it, and the windows in the room were tightly closed. How did this door open on its own?

An Cheng opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, and then, his pupils slowly dilated, staring closely at the red figure that appeared at the bedroom door.

"Sinner!" the sharp voice came into her ears, and she looked up to let An Cheng see her terrifying face.

The facial features on the blue and purple skin have been completely distorted, and it is impossible to distinguish where the eyes, where is the mouth, and where is the nose. Her face looked like it had been smashed with a hammer countless times, and it was badly sunken inward. Half of the bone fragment was inserted upside down, a large hole was broken in her forehead, and the blood that was bubbling outward stained her white clothes.

The female ghost seemed to have endless resentment, and the moment she appeared, An Cheng could feel that the temperature around her had dropped a little. Her body was cut open with sharp objects, and even the broken pieces of flesh on her body could be clearly seen. One can imagine what kind of inhuman torture this person endured during his lifetime.

In addition to the cuts and bruises on her body, the bruises on her body, the bruising and purple skin and terrifying countenance, as well as the strange atmosphere, An Cheng's whole body was cold, and she almost fainted with fright.

The female ghost grinned at An Cheng, her mouth opened to both sides to the root of her ear, and the broken bones, mouth, throat, and bloody pictures were completely presented in front of An Cheng.

There was only red and brutality left in the senses, and the word "perverted" suddenly appeared in An Cheng's mind, and his eyes were full of female ghosts.

Suddenly, a gust of wind appeared, lifting the blood-stained clothes on the female ghost's body, allowing An Cheng to see the human structure without organs.

"Posthumous...... Have even the organs been stripped away?"

She walked slowly, and with each step, she would whisper "sinner", and as the distance between her and An Cheng continued to shrink, An Cheng felt that the air was getting colder and colder, and his body was completely immobile.

"You...... Do you need me to help you with something?"