It was pitch black.

Yes, because it was the middle of the night, she just opened her eyes for some reason.

Wait a minute!

It seems that the door is not closed?

She thought about closing the door, but she was less than five meters away in front of her, but she was too tired and sleepy to get up.

It doesn't seem to matter if it's okay?

She thought.

It was so dark that I couldn't see the colors, and in fact the whole small room was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

I've slept for so long, and nothing has happened.

Thinking about it this way, the shallow thought of closing the door can't withstand the cerebral cortex's desire for sleepiness.

She fell asleep again.

Time is quiet, I don't know how fast or slow.

She suddenly woke up again, but she didn't dare to open her eyes.

！！！

Because she thinks there's someone next to her bed!

Something staring at her!

[Oh God, I should close the door!] 】

When the woman thought of this, regret and fear came over her.

What to do, what to do??!!!!

Her hairs exploded, and fear made her tremble.

Seem...... Nothing has changed?

The room was still quiet and dark.

Is it just a dark illusion?

The woman couldn't restrain herself and quietly opened a slit in her eyes.

In the dark, there is nothing to check when you open and close your eyes, it is all pitch black.

The woman thought of comforting herself not to be cranky, but suddenly remembered the dark room before, and she could vaguely see the furnishings because of the moonlight outside the window!!

What is this pitch black darkness beside the bed!????

[What else can it be, it's a human being! 】

There is a villain in his heart who laughs at the woman's covering of her ears and stealing the bell.

Ahh

The woman's eyes widened, as if she wanted to see the darkness in front of her, but the void without light.

She stared so hard that her eyes seemed to pop out on their own!

But as far as she could see, the woman saw the darkness slowly turning its angle, revealing its terrifying face, and getting closer and closer......

Ahh!!!h

The woman tried to get out of the way, but she was so frightened that her body was still slumped on the bed.

In a trance, the woman saw the corners of the thing's mouth rise strangely, maybe the exaggerated mouth was originally like this.

It slowly lifted something, and the metallic sheen at the tip reflected tiny spots of light.

Oh!

That's just a very common axe.

Maybe it's sharper, it's dirtier.

Lo and behold, the grip of the axe is still muddy.

The woman stared at the axe and secretly commented to herself, not knowing that this was still a ......

An axe that could kill her!!!

As if sensing that the woman wanted to scream, the thing with the ugly face slashed the axe in its hand first.

Fiercely slashed, again and again, splashing pieces of flesh and blood, flying into flowers in the air.

It's a pity that women can't appreciate such a beautiful picture.

Because the first blow ruined her face, the red and white goo gathered and scattered......

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Suddenly awakened, the woman opened her eyes in a dark room, and under the hazy and heavy eyelids, she could faintly see the bright door in the dark space, which was only five meters away, with a faint light.

Heaven! She didn't close the door!

Yes, the woman remembers that she did not close the door.

At that time, she took the meal back to her room after cooking in the communal kitchen, and did not lock the door because she wanted to finish it immediately and then put it in the kitchen to clean it.

But the hardship after the satiety swept over irresistibly.

She obeyed her body's desires and fell asleep on the single bed next to her against the corner.

Does this seem a bit familiar?

Oh! Oh, my God!

That thing!

And the axe!!

The woman remembered the dream she had before, if it was a dream.

Cold sweat poured down, drowsiness and tiredness dissipated a lot, and the faint command to "close the door" suddenly became clear in his mind.

She lifted the covers, and the cold weather didn't warm up the room much, even indoors, and goosebumps crept up her bare skin as the temperature plummeted.

She fumbled to put on her slippers and walked towards the place where the subtle light revealed a very different hue from the window, as if something was catching up. During this period, I accidentally mentioned the trash can next to the bed, and I was stumbled by the computer chair.

"Damn it!" The pain made the woman curse involuntarily, but she did not stop moving forward, because she had a very frightened instinct - the man with the axe in the dream was not a strange dream, but a foreknowledge!

He'll be there again!!

"Thunderbolt" presses the inner armrest, and the latch springs back automatically.

The sound of metallic activity, which should be annoying to the ear, is now comforting.

The woman curled the corners of her lips in the dark, looking satisfied and contented.

Although there is no anti-leeching, it is fortunate that the door is closed.

The woman walked back in the dark with confidence, letting sleepiness strip away reason.

Just as she was about to close her eyes in peace, she subconsciously raised her head.

No!

The door is not locked!

The light that swayed slightly in the wind through the crack in the door seemed to mock her for her stupidity and futility.

Why? I'm shut!

The woman roared hysterically in her heart, and she was completely sleepy, and she turned around and walked back to the door.

This time it was extraordinarily smooth, and it seemed that the body had memorized the route.

"Thunderbolt", the door closed.

Just like it was a few minutes ago.

The woman's mind became more and more concentrated, her eyes glued to the doorknob.

Really!

The door floated slowly in the wind, as if the latch that locked the door had been softened by itself, and even the mechanical activity of closing the door was just a boring piece to pass the time.

The door can't be closed!

The door can't be closed!!

The door won't close!!

This cognition is constantly refreshed in women's minds, what to do, what to do, what to do?

It was quiet outside, only the wind blew at the end of the hallway.

She stood in the doorway, as if standing at the intersection of light and darkness. In front of him was a dim old incandescent lamp, and behind him was a dark bed.

The woman was silent for a moment, then suddenly tilted her head and smiled weirdly, and slammed the door open.

In an instant, the wind from nowhere blew her hair and white over-the-knee nightdress.

Outside, there was nothing special, the dim old lights shone on the same mottled concrete floor, and the pale or unprocessed walls looked like a blur of time in the dim light. Only the creaking and squeaking doors that reveal iron stains and swing in the wind show that this is reality, not some picture album photograph from a dilapidated stall.

The woman looked at the dark red and old iron doors and pursed her lips in disgust, and turned her head to look at her door.

Look at! How new, green.

It is said that the paint on the façade is made from the finest raw materials.

This is the iron gate she just picked not long ago!

It's her vision.

The woman's left hand turned the corner, and the door of the room across the house was open, and outside the door was an old man with a palm fan with dark red spots on the surface, sleeping lightly in a rocking chair. There is also a little female doll next to the old man with her head down and turning over the red tendon rope, and her braided black hair is shaking and looking extremely cute.

The woman knew them, they were the father and daughter of her friend.

The woman smiled, feeling that it was still quiet and peaceful, and walked back to her room.

"Bang" The woman turned on the light button next to the door, and the dim light drove away the darkness.

It's as if the previous demonic obstacle fear was just a flower moon in the water.

The woman walked to the computer chair, sat down and spun around, catching a glimpse of the bowl on the table still containing the milk tea she had made at dinner before.

She smacked her mouth, thinking about whether she could drink milk tea after the night for a second, but she didn't think about it overnight, so she drank it obediently to the thirst in her heart.

Her whole body relaxed from the pleasure of satisfying herself, and she sat in her chair, leaning against the bed and the door, holding the empty bowl in her right hand.

It's quiet.

The woman's grunt and turned, her gaze drawn to the bowl in her right hand.

It was a clay bowl with a brown and reddish base, a high and deep base, and an enlarged mouth, which was very old. But what attracted her even more was the base, which seemed to have demons whispering in her ear, clamoring for her to see.

The woman slowly turned the bowl upside down, and the fear in her eyes became apparent.

There is only an irregular dark mark on the bottom of the bowl.

Her left index finger contracted stiffly, slowly and firmly touching the mark as if a puppet had been manipulated.

Moist to the touch.

Shocking.

Blood!

That's blood!

It was a clumped piece of human blood that hadn't dried yet!

The woman looked at the red of the fingerprint on her index finger, which was the color and wetness of the different inks.

She screamed hysterically in her heart, and the gentle movements that she had been afraid of being alarmed or something were suddenly gone.

The soothing nerves tensed again.

Falling off the bowl, the woman rushed to the corner like crazy!

Empty!

The silence outside the door seemed to be really just an old photograph, and the creaking of the rocking chair and the iron door had disappeared.

There was a faint nursery rhyme.

What about people?

What about the old man and the child?

Why are they all gone!

The woman's heart is frantically brushing these blood-red characters, which seems to be windy, bringing clearer nursery rhyme singing.

The iron doors of the rooms to her left and right also began to creak in the wind, as if welcoming some supreme guest.

The sound of nursery rhymes is becoming more and more obvious, accompanied by the sound of drumbeat-like stomping.

Red silk segments floated out of the doors on the left and right, two or three strands, swaying in the wind.

The sound of stepping became more and more obvious, accompanied by the sound of something hard rubbing against the ground.

Oh! The sound of stomping was made by the excessive drag of leather shoes on the ground.

Yes!!!

It's him!

That's him!

That man!

The man with the axe!!

The woman suddenly realized, even if she didn't see it, she could imagine the appearance of a hideous man dragging a heavy axe.

Come on!

Come on!!

The will to survive is shouting, and the woman is running wildly, running with her life.

When I got downstairs, the bright doorway was within reach, and I could faintly hear the laughter and laughter coming from outside the light.

The woman unconsciously turned back.

I saw the mud like in a dream flash.

The worn-out, filthy axe touched the corners of the woman's raised mouth that was laughing at her opponent!

"Whoa!"

The flesh fell, and blood gushed out.

Unlike last time, it only scribbled and turned away in boredom.

Of course, this is not to say that the woman escaped this fate, and the consternation in her eyes was about to overflow when she looked at the poor human head that kept being kicked.

What a pathetic little thing.

The air was filled with an unknown tune, as if someone was humming, and the voice was as sharp as a child's.

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"Who chatters with an axe,

Repeat for the immortality of the unchanging,

The different touches make the blood half push,

My name is Joker and I just want a friend......"

The familiar and unfamiliar nursery rhymes kept ringing in Shen Feng's ears, and this tone seemed familiar, as if he had just heard it in a dream not long ago.

Dream ?!!

Shen Feng woke up suddenly, and what caught his eye was still the sparse light that could only see the vague edges and corners of the room and the side of the door in front of him, and the gap in the ground, reflecting the shaking light - it was the traces of the wind that could be seen.

The door was constantly blown and swayed by the wind in the hallway.

But just looking at it makes me feel uneasy.

The third time, she finally heard the song whispering in her ear.

The familiar opening in front of him reminded Shen Feng of his two deaths in a row, and the taste was by no means good, whether it was the hot brain pulp in the skull or the head that kept rolling out of the body, it was like a nightmare.

Even in theory and practice, she did not feel the pain that was too great to bear. But the special and real perception brought by the cold axe face breaking through the skin and entwining with the flesh and bones made Shen Feng, who had grown up safely for more than ten years, unforgettable.

"Perhaps, that thing should learn the art of the aesthetics of violence." Reminiscing about the brief silence after the two deaths, Shen Feng felt that he was qualified to express the disgust of the victim.

Finally, in the third reincarnation, Shen Feng remembered his name, as if the fresh-keeping layer that wrapped his brain had finally melted in the first two heightened horrors.