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The new world, the world of human scalp paper

When: July 7, 2019

Location: New England, Boothvilleshire

Character: Jerrell Cork

"Ahh

An exclamation resounded throughout the apartment building, waking up all those who were still asleep.

A few loud curses followed.

"Whew!"

"Damn, it's that nightmare again!"

One day, Jaryll woke up from a similar nightmare.

Gasping violently, his pale cheeks looked bloodless, and there were big drops of sweat on his forehead.

That's frightened.

In his dream, he saw the deep canyon again, the coffin with white bones, the huge bones, comparable to the legendary giant beast.

A huge golden coffin stood in the middle of the endless rift of bones, exuding a dark, gloomy, strong ominous aura, seeping with a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

In that valley, the rock walls and bones were covered with some kind of mysterious writing, which he did not recognize, and which he had consulted many documents, but none of them had the same font as Yifu.

In the dream, he was standing next to the huge coffin, and on the other side of his feet, it seemed to be a bottomless, bubbling black abyss, and from the coffin, came a syllable that could hardly be regarded as a sound, it was a feeling of oppression, chaos, madness and evil, and it was difficult for Jerrell to describe this sound with his imagination alone.

There was nothing he could do, he didn't know what to say, was it laughter, or screaming, or the sound of devouring flesh and biting bones?

He could only barely catch some almost impossible pronunciation of syllables from that voice: "Ghost knocks on the door!" ”

Ghost knocks on the door!

Every time he remembered three words, for some reason, Jerrell felt a kind of fear welling up in his heart, as if he had seen some unspeakable monster.

deep

dark

Unknown

How do you describe these three words?

He doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know!

He's just fear now, that's right, fear!

Because the dream I have today is different from the past!

He stood beside the huge golden coffin once more, and in the mysterious whispering sound of uncanny emotional impact, he pushed the coffin open with his own hands!

The golden coffin that frightened him so much was involuntarily pushed open by him in his dream!

Incredible!

Unthinkable!

He couldn't remember what happened after that, and he always felt that he must have seen something in the coffin.

That thing was very important to him, very important.

But trying to remember, even if I remember pushing open the golden coffin and seeing something, I can't remember it anyway.

It's as if this memory has been deliberately erased.

In fact, this dream, he began to dream about it one after another many months ago.

That's probably from April 22nd to July 7th.

He also sought help from a psychiatrist, always thinking that something was wrong with his heart. After all, I always dreamed of black boiling pools, huge golden coffins, mountains of bones dripping with blood, and endless twisted whispers, these things were not a good thing to look at.

Maybe it's a mental illness.

Of course, the final test results, the psychiatrist can't give a reason.

I only thought that he might have delirium and needed to take care of it.

However, the doctor also told him that according to his experience as a psychiatrist for so many years, this phenomenon of Jerrell is very rare, and other possibilities cannot be ruled out.

Especially when the doctor recited the three 'ghost knock' syllables that Jerrell said to himself, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling, his body cold, and his bones were creepy.

Therefore, the psychiatrist also advised Jerrell not to think too much about these three words, this thing is probably not a good thing.

In New England, a large part of the people believe in the legends of ghosts and gods.

The culture of demons was once very popular in this area.

The psychiatrist may think he has something unclean.

In addition, the psychiatrist also told him a shocking fact, that is, he was not the only one who dreamed of this strange dream from April 22 to July 7.

There are also many people who also dream of huge golden coffins, deep canyons, mountains of white bones, bizarre fonts, and so on.

However, Jerrell is the only one of the few people who hears whispers in his dreams, and the only dreamer who can muffle the syllables.

"Whew!"

"Don't think about it, damn it!"

"Today the psychiatrist introduced me to some other dreamers, and I want to see if these guys are like me."

Jerrell took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the fear in his mind.

He began to get dressed, and the time agreed with the psychiatrist was ten o'clock in the morning, and it was only seven o'clock now, so there was enough time for him to get up for morning tea and slowly rub his way to the meeting place.

As a rich second generation, although he is not the richest kind, Jerrell does not need to go to work, holding a few properties, and the rent alone is enough for him to eat, drink and have fun for the rest of his life.

After eating, about half past nine, Jerrell was ready to go out, and the meeting place was not far from the apartment where he lived, half an hour's drive away.

As he went downstairs, Jerrell didn't know what was going on again, and returned to his apartment, and when he came out, he was already holding a strange statue the size of a palm.

Apparently terrified of the statue, Jerrell didn't look at it even when he held it in his hand.

It's a bas-relief!

Seemingly very old stone carvings, strange shapes, disgusting, at first glance it is impossible to determine its origin.

It is like a chaotic fog, but also like a monstrous monster, and in the end, it even faintly looks a little similar to a human form, it is strange and inexplicable, giving people an ancient unimaginable feeling.

Like some remnant of an ancient world that has yet to be touched.

This was carved by Jerrell a month ago, of course, not intentionally, but in a half-asleep state, this thing was carved by him by him, and by the time he woke up, this strange statue had already taken shape.

At first, he didn't feel anything strange about this, and always thought that this was his spiritual development and the rise of his artistic cells.

I've been complacent about this for a long time.

But as the nightmare continued, especially after the golden coffin in the dream was pushed away by him today, he suddenly remembered this strange carved bas-relief.

This thing, for some reason, actually gave him a very familiar feeling!

It's as if I've seen it in that weird dream!

So, he took the sculpture with him and wanted to ask the others if they had seen such a thing in their dreams.

Now, he has faintly realized that his dream is not simple, and the bas-relief is probably not the rise of his own artistic cells, but related to some mysterious and unknown power, or strange events.

This power, this event, made him unusually uneasy.

Especially after today, that intense uneasiness has almost reached its peak after pushing open the golden coffin and forgetting all the dream scenes that followed.

What the hell is going on?

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