Ever since the woman who came to visit me at midnight and confided in me went offline, I was also disconnected, thinking in the dark about where I was going in the future, the painful choice of whether to stay or to give up. The straw doll sits quietly in a basin on the windowsill by the computer, its long green hair fluttering in the night breeze. It's beautiful to death for. It was as if I could see his eyes, feel his breath, and smell his body.

In this dark night that seems to be endless.

The time was 2:21 a.m. on July 2.

"It's safe to shut down your PC now" pops up on your PC. Then I was surprised to hear the doorbell, clear and sharp in the middle of the night. _Ding-dong_Ding-dong_Ding-dong?

Who? Rang my doorbell during this least time for visitors?

I jumped up and closed my laptop. Run out and open the door. _Ding dong?

The door opened, and in front of him were the familiar iron doors, the familiar hallways, and the windows in the hallways. No one.

Who is it???

I heard my voice tremble in the night. Dark corridors, dark skies.

Maybe someone is playing a prank. I closed the door.

Just walked to the bedroom door. _Ding-dong_Ding-dong_Ding-dong.

I hesitated, but went to open the door again. There is still no one. A thick fog drifted from the window, and I was so nervous that I could even feel the ticking of the clock.

As soon as the door opens, the bell disappears, and as soon as the door closes, the bell rings. I checked the door and doorbell button and found nothing. In fear, I unplugged the doorbell.

I felt my feet start to go limp. I rushed into the bedroom and let out a big sigh.

At the bedside, my heart began to beat wildly again. I was sure I wasn't hallucinating.

The straw doll was put on my bed at some point, with my pillow on it and her eyes wide open. The gaze is ethereal and melancholy.

I am a single woman who lives alone.

I ran to the study, where the basin was left alone, and there were no straw dolls.

My heart started beating wildly. Drums, drums, drums, almost out of the throat.

The grass doll is in my bed, who put it? My memory tells me that I would never do anything stupid about riding a donkey looking for a donkey. What's more, such a wet grass doll will be inexplicably put on a clean sheet?? Unless I'm crazy.

I reached out to grab the draft doll, but I saw that the thin, soft hair on her head gradually turned from green to yellow, and withered one by one, and it was the first time I had seen a plant that withered so quickly. I thought it must be a lack of water, and I wanted to pick her up, but it seemed to be? A huge and strong force of resistance stopped me.

The grass doll's hair continues to wither, wither, wither.

The doorbell began to ring again at this time. _Ding-dong_Ding-dong_Ding-dong?

The doorbell rang sharply, sharply and horribly, as if it were about to tear the air.

I knew my face must be as white as paper. My hands were cold and my lips were shaking.

A lightning thought crossed my mind, and I grabbed the phone like crazy, but somehow dialed my boyfriend's house.

Drop bell ~~ Drop bell ~~ No one answered.

I remember that he couldn't hear the phone ringing when he slept so badly, but I just let it ring? The doorbell and phone rang at the same time, and the more no one answered, the stronger my fear became. The phone rang in a series of busy tones. I was desperate. At this moment, I was so stupid as to know that I only knew to rely on this person who had been so kind and taught me warmth? phone number.

I mechanically dialed this number over and over again, and it was still this number.

Ringing Bell~~Ringing Ring~~ In the screeching of the phone, I have never longed for him, missed him, and relied on him so much as I do today.

The phone finally worked, and I heard his sleepwalking voice coming from the other end of the phone. Strangely, as soon as he answered the phone, the doorbell stopped abruptly.

What's the deal with a midnight call? He asked. It's made me slurred and I don't know how to express myself, or I'm incoherent. I only heard him say coldly on the other end of the phone: It's nothing, I'll hang up.

I suddenly screamed: No, I don't want it!!

You're not annoyed! Call harassment in the middle of the night! Then there was a long silence.

I finally couldn't hold back my tears. But the terrible face and self-esteem still made me gently put down the phone.

The doorbell didn't ring.

The straw doll was still lying quietly on the bed, her hair all withered.

I wiped away my tears and, as usual, took my clothes and went to the shower, trying to calm myself down. The faucet turned on, and the mist gradually clouded the bathroom mirror, and I saw my body looming in the mirror, the hot water washing away my tears and warming my body. I began to calm down gradually.

At this moment, the doorbell rang again. Ding Dong~~~~~ Ding Dong~~~~~ Ding Dong~~~~ The piercing and sharp bell rang and rang in the silence of the night.

My heart began to beat wildly again, my hands began to tremble, and soap slipped from my fingers. I hurriedly wiped myself dry, and before I could wash myself, I escaped from the bathtub.

As soon as I put on my clothes, I saw a foggy mirror, as if someone was wiping the fog off the mirror with a pair of invisible hands. A woman's face clearly appears in the mirror, and yes, that's certainly not my face. First, I'm not that pretty; Second, I wear pajamas and she is the suit; Third, the woman was laughing, and my face was distorted.

It was a strange woman, she was very young, she looked like she was no more than 25 years old. The woman smiled kindly, but the doorbell was still ringing, striking in my heart one by one, and a strong sense of fear instantly permeated my whole body.

Then I saw that the woman's hair gradually began to fall out, and as she began to sing, I distinctly heard her singing an old song: "I don't want to ask you again, where are you; I don't want to think about whether you can come back; Think of your heart, think of your face; If you want to hold it in your chest, you can't let it go; …… Whether you love it or not, it's the dust of history...... There lived an old lover holding embroidered shoes; The old man with a serene face is still waiting for the return of the expedition......"

Unaccompanied, her voice was hoarse and desolate, and it touched my heart with a mournful voice. Her hair continued to fall out one by one, her beautiful face was gradually haggard, and in the blink of an eye, it was the face of a middle-aged woman. But she was still singing, but to me, it sounded like a ghost crying.

The doorbell at midnight is still ringing: Ding Dong ~~~ Ding Dong ~~~~~ Ding Dong ~~~~~~ woman's skin is also beginning to fall. Her smile faded away, and suddenly she stared straight at me and said, "Open the door, I'm coming in, I'm feeling cold." Her voice was cold. She just broke off in that high-pitched, desolate tone? continued to confide: "I've been wandering for a long time, I've been looking for a long time, I've been waiting for a long time, long hair is reserved for you, do you know?" ”

The woman's hair was long, and the rest gradually turned snow-white. She looked at me sadly, and the doorbell was the accompaniment to her voice? "Give up the child, give up the child, don't drink too much, whether you love it or not, it's the dust of history......"

I had fallen to the floor, my whole body cold. The woman's face became whiter and whiter, more and more hideous. Later, her hair fell out and her eye sockets sunken deeply. And the doorbell was still ringing.

"Son," she said, "go and open the door, and you can't bear to see me so desperate?" You know? Back then, I was also desperate to ring the doorbell of his house, but he finally didn't open the door, and I loved him for 8 years, 8 years! For a woman, what does 8 years of youth mean, I don't think you don't understand. But he just shut me out. Her voice gradually turned to crying.

I looked at the woman and she started crying, and she kept crying. The doorbell keeps ringing, ringing! I finally didn't dare open the door because my feet were already weak and I was a coward. I'm afraid that when the door opens, I'll see the kind of footage in the movie.

The woman gradually became emaciated. A pair of embroidered shoes fell on top of me, then a hairpin, her bracelets, earrings, necklace...... Then I screamed in horror. I saw a pair of living eyes fall, falling right in front of me impartially, -- two cat's eyes, charming cat's eyes, her small nose, and with it, but there was no blood, no blood at all. Only pale flesh.

A bloodless woman! I thought to myself, Midnight ghost, don't hurt me!

The doorbell is still ringing, my heart is going to be unable to beat, beating so violently, I almost have to jump all the energy of this life in advance!

The woman's desperate eyes are at my feet, and in them are her watchfulness over him, once shut out by him, and now me? I didn't have the courage to save her, just as I didn't have the courage to go to him, and I had nothing else to do but keep watch, and I was vulnerable. If I had been brave enough to say those three words to him, what would I have done if I had been injured again? Now I know I've killed that woman. Am I going to continue to harm myself?

The doorbell is still ringing, ding-dong~~~~~ding-dong~~~~~ midnight doorbell.

I can't cry anymore.

The woman's shadow has finally disappeared. What recurred in the mirror was my already frightened white face. Strangely, as soon as the woman disappeared, the doorbell also disappeared.

Later I climbed into the bedroom and I couldn't get up at all, not so much because I was frightened by the woman, but because I was frightened by myself.

Before I could climb to the bed, I saw the grass doll lying on the bed bareheaded, and then I saw her body, and gradually blood was flowing and soaking through my sheets. The water and nourishment I used to give her, she put away and turned it into a heart's work, and today, all the heart's work and dreams have collapsed. The blood kept flowing, and there was so much blood in such a small grass doll. In my dim vision, the room gradually turned red, and the whole world was red.

The grass doll suddenly moved its eyes, a pair of cat eyes, cold and sad, full of murderous intentions, love and hate.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth again, revealing ghostly teeth, the kind of pointy, long. Her white teeth were all over the floor. And in my house it became a white ground and a red sky.

Then I watched to my horror as she sat up on her own, turned her gaze to me, looked at me, and her eyes suddenly dropped.

The doorbell rang again, and at the same time, there was also a phone.

In the dead of night, it weaves into a terrifying and hideous web. I felt like the world was spinning, I couldn't breathe, there was liquid coming out of my nose, she was approaching me, and as soon as my cold hand touched me, I screamed with all my might.

Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ postscript dawned on the headlines of the evening newspaper: Last night, a woman was found unexpectedly dead in a university apartment, without any warning before death, and the death was terrifying. The scene was not destroyed by robbery, there was no murder weapon, only a tattered grass doll was thrown on the floor, and the blades of grass of the grass doll were artificially torn and fell on the floor one by one.

When her boyfriend was interviewed, he said that he received a call from her last night, about 2 o'clock in the morning. Then he didn't sleep well, thinking that something must be wrong with her, although the two had broken up, but somehow, he suddenly worried about her. At that time, he wanted to come, so when it was almost dawn, about 4 o'clock, he called her, but no one answered, and it is estimated that she had been killed at this time.

The case is under investigation.

A month later.

In a single woman's apartment in the northwest corner of Shanghai, people found another girl's body, and the only thing at the scene was - a grass doll with long hair lost.

That night, in a unit of a workshop in the southwest corner of Shanghai.

At midnight, the mournful doorbell rang again......