Probably because of eating enough and sleeping again, the whole person felt very comfortable, and his pace became brisk, and he soon walked to the gate of the community.

Hey, the janitor's room is dark, aren't the janitors in our community working overnight? Slack off? I looked into the guard's room, it was pitch black, but I could clearly see the time on the wall clock pointing to 11:55... What's going on! Am I dreaming? But it feels very real! I'll it! I've been dreaming for a long time, and this time it's true? As I used to do in my dreams, I looked around, and there really wasn't an old man-like figure there, hehe.

Fortunately, I didn't see anything, so let's go back quickly. I suddenly felt my heart beat faster, and that heavy feeling of oppression began to hit, so I quickly quickened my pace, no matter what happened in the guard room just now, this feeling made me very uncomfortable, and it was better to get back to the house as soon as possible.

But the footsteps are very heavy, the lightness when I came back from Billy's restaurant just now is gone, the more anxious I am, the slower my steps seem to be, and the sense of oppression is still approaching... I subconsciously looked back, oh my! There was a dark shadow following me not far away! The half-ricketed body was moving towards me little by little, because it seemed as if it didn't walk with its legs raised at all, but dragged its legs forward, such a difficult way to move, no wonder I felt like an old man ghost in my dreams...

Just like in my dream, the ghost flickered like a frame, but it didn't stop it from narrowing the distance towards me a little, and I couldn't shake off the ghost that seemed to be struggling to move. Suddenly, I broke out in a cold sweat, goosebumps crawled all over my body in an instant, and while I desperately quickened the pace and walked home, my mind was chaotic about the current situation: in my dream, I saw that the clock in the guard's room was 11:55, the same as what I had just seen, but according to what Billy told me, it should have been close to 4 o'clock; And every time I wake up from a dream, it's around 4 o'clock! So, this is the time for me? To die, how can you remember going out for supper in the middle of the night? I knew I should have stayed in Billy's shop, Billy, by the way, the amulet he gave me! Maybe it's a real talisman, his godly chattering appearance, maybe it's really a master... Well, what is written above is usually invisible, but it should have an effect now, help!

I quickly took out the white cat sachet from my trouser pocket, and kept my stride back with all my strength - although I couldn't shake off the black shadow behind me, the pressure caused my heart to beat extremely fast, and my hands and feet seemed to be gradually getting out of the control of my brain, and with great effort, I opened the sachet, took out the rolled up note, and tried to see if anything appeared on it under the dim street lamp... Nothing! He meowed Billy, this guy really didn't lie to me, sure enough, all he meowed was a wishing paper! I almost cursed, and ran in the direction of home with heavier and heavier steps, and as I ran, I looked at the note twice with hope, and there was still nothing... Looking back, the shadow that was throbbing from time to time seemed to be closer, so I gave up all hope of the note, put it in my trouser pocket, and hurried to flee for my life.

To be honest, I don't know if I'll be safe when I get home and close the door, but where can I go but run home? It's getting closer and closer to home, and it looks like it should be in time, but the sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger, and I'm a little breathless, and I want to shout for help but can't, maybe it's a dream? But this time it feels very real, and if it's a nightmare, it might feel too real.

Although I have tried my best to rush home, the black shadow is still getting closer and closer to me, I am a little desperate, will I really rush to the front like in a dream, blocking in front of me, is it certain to die? The strong sense of oppression made me breathless, and the violent heartbeat also made me basically reach the limit, it is indeed not far from home, about a few tens of meters, but can I really go back?

The fear in me reached a critical point, and the pace that had been driven by the fear was gradually slowed down by the despair, so be it, maybe when it came to me, I would wake up again and be glad to find that it was just another nightmare.

Thinking like this, I gradually stopped, and I couldn't drag it anyway, maybe it was really another repeated nightmare, just wake up. Anyway, I really didn't want to look at the monster anymore, so I stopped and closed my eyes tightly...