Chapter Seventy-One: Sister, Come Play With Me...
Its long, silky blonde hair flows slightly, setting off a fair, delicate cheek.
The peach-eyed cat-like squint, curled eyelashes, full lips, and black top add a touch of cold flavor to it.
This is a doll on my bed, a gift from my mom when I was in junior high school.
I've been on the bed, how did it get to the bed!?
"Sister, come and play with me!"
The corners of its mouth twitched, and it made a high-pitched, eerie sound. This was followed by a 'giggling' eerie laugh.
I was stunned, panicked to the extreme. The screams of fear also came out of my throat, and I couldn't make the slightest breath, and it made me feel suffocated.
"Sister, play with me"
It repeated mechanically, stretched out its little furry hand, and slowly crawled out from under the gloomy bed. The mouth is always sneering.
I sat up from my bed suddenly, the darkness of the room made me feel like a hidden haze, I was scared, and I hurriedly turned on the light.
Dreams, I had a nightmare that was very real.
I wiped my face with my clothes, and found that it was full of cold sweat beads, and I didn't dare to exhale the air, and the surrounding area was surprisingly quiet. The night was hazy, and when I looked at the window, it was dark and pure, but there was moonlight.
It's a contradiction, but it's the language that first came to mind.
As if I had a hunch that it was going to be another unusual night, I mustered up the courage to lie on the edge of the bed and look under it, which, as expected, was empty and my suitcase was still lying there.
There is no such doll.
My heart calmed down a little, but before I could lie down, I heard a crunching sound, and I suddenly pricked up my ears again, I thought it was something bad, which startled me, but the faint sound quickly let me know the source.
It is the entrance to the first floor.
So late? Does my mom or my dad go to the toilet?
My first reaction was this, but I soon stopped thinking so, and then it seemed to close down gently.
It was like someone was coming out of the house, and I couldn't help but get up and look through the crack in the door.
A figure stepped out and walked slowly towards the gate of the courtyard, like a wooden stake, with long hair and a dark gray plaid garment.
It's my mom.
It's so late, where is she going?
I was scared to see her about to leave the yard gate, but it was my mother, and I couldn't ignore it, and I couldn't let me think about it.
Quickly dressed, hurriedly grabbed a mobile phone and a small flashlight, and quickly ran out, I stood at the door and called my dad a few times, but there was no movement at all.
I originally wanted to call him up, but when I tossed like this, I was afraid that even if I went out to find my mother's shadow, it would be too late, so as soon as I gritted my teeth, I simply went out.
As soon as I walked out of the gate, a cold wind blew in my face.
The night was thick, like dark and cold blood flowing from a rotting corpse, winding over the sky and the earth, the moon hovering alone in the sky, and the tall mountains blurred their edges and corners, and from a distance, they looked like bloody faces.
It was hazy like rain and fog in the night, everything was humid, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.
Out of the village, I walked through a paddy field and came to a dirt path in the middle of the village.
There is still a lot of standing water on the path, although it is not raining, but there is a lot of dew on the tips of the grass on the ridge, but the weeds on the road still wet the trousers!
The wet pants stuck to my legs, and it was a little inconvenient to move, my mother walked stiffly in front, but her movements were not affected at all, not far in front of me, but she kept pulling away.