I walked up the stairs briskly, standing at the top of the stairs on the third floor, and stared at the stairs that snaked all the way up in a daze.

I didn't rush straight up, but leaned around the corner and listened carefully to the attic.

I don't know if it's because the sound insulation is too good, or something else, I didn't hear anything, on the contrary, I heard my sudden heartbeat clearly.

"Mr. Zhang, can you hear me?" I shouted at the stairs that I couldn't look through.

After speaking, you can still hear your own echo.

But there was still no response.

I hesitated for a moment, pulled my phone out of my pocket, turned on the flashlight, and shone it on the stairs.

The light still doesn't shine through.

It's not hard to see that the staircase is quite long.

Naturally, I would not be stupid enough to rush up to the attic, in case there is really something in the attic, and I am a pregnant woman who has no power to tie the chicken, which is tantamount to sending her to death in vain.

Right now, self-preservation is the most important thing.

Whether Mr. Zhang is dead or alive can only depend on his luck.

I glanced at the stairs again, didn't stay long, and turned back to my room.

It's just that I don't feel sleepy, and I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep in the second half of the night.

I sat on the bed, a little worried about Xiaohong, and wanted to call Xu Yijin. But after thinking about it, Xiaohong is already a person who has died once, what else can happen to her?

My hand, which was about to make a call, drooped.

In a huge villa, without those servants, it looks a lot deserted.

I couldn't sleep, and I was just about to get up to turn on the TV in the room, but one foot had been lifted slightly, and before I could get up, I suddenly felt something rub on my shoulder.

Where it was touched, a layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared.

I sat back on the bed and looked behind me.

Behind me, only the curtains were blown by the wind, and when I opened them, the windows were open.

Maybe the curtain just touched me.

I guessed.

In the silence of the night, the light gray curtains moved little by little with the wind, and I reached out to close the window, so that no wind blew in again.

That's when I got up and went to turn on the TV.

There is a variety show that has been very popular recently, and it is quite cheerful to watch, and I will laugh along from time to time.

But not long after, something rubbed on the shoulder again.

This time I was completely stuck.

Even with a smile, he froze on his face for a while.

I shuddered, twisted my neck slowly, and looked back behind me.

A heart is about to reach my throat.

But there was nothing behind him except the windows that had been closed by me, and the curtains that were motionless.

My heart was pounding.

"Xiaohong, is that you?" These words of mine are almost squeezed out of between my teeth.

It's as if I'm afraid that if it's louder, something will be attracted.

No one answered.

I thought to myself, maybe it's all an illusion.

Maybe nothing touched me at all, but I was too sensitive to have this illusion.

I comforted myself in my heart.

The program on TV is still playing, and the sound chatter is coming out, and there are a lot of weird and funny sound effects, but I don't want to watch it anymore.

The whole body was tense.

At this time, if it had been someone else, I would have run out a long time ago, but I don't know why, I always have a bad premonition in my heart, as if there is something else waiting for me outside.

I sat there for about a minute or twenty, until there was no other movement, and I was about to take a breath, thinking that I had been too nervous lately, and I didn't come down in one breath, when I was hit on the shoulder by something.

I forgot to breathe.

This time, it's definitely not a delusion.

Something really touched me!

I looked back almost quickly.

But there was still nothing behind him.

"Xiaohong, don't scare me, I'm afraid." There was a slight shiver in my voice that I didn't even notice.

I thought that after going through so much, I wouldn't be as scared as I used to be, or at least I could be calm.

But when I did, I realized that I had never changed.

In the face of the fear of the unknown, I reacted the same way.

I was so scared that I wanted to call my dad, who was in this villa, and I picked up the phone, and my face was reflected on the screen.

At the top of the screen, above my head, there was a woman's face, the flesh around her mouth was rotten, and even the salallow teeth in her mouth could be seen clearly.

It's not Xiaohong, it's a strange face that I've never seen before.

She laughed at me on the phone screen, and her voice was very ethereal: "I'm on the ceiling." ”

I couldn't keep my composure anymore, grabbed my phone, jumped out of bed and ran out the door.

I couldn't see her, but I could feel that she was right behind me.

The coolness runs through the soles of the feet.

I even felt a cold sweat on my back.

I ran to the top of the stairs and was about to run downstairs when I saw something lying on the stairs below, blocking the way.

It was a thing with an extremely twisted body, limbs spread out like a spider, its face was iron blue, and its face hung on its head, as if it could fall at any time, and its eye sockets were empty, and there were no eyeballs.

It doesn't look much better than the thing behind it.

If I had stopped at this point, the thing behind me would have caught up with me, but the stairs to my way downstairs were blocked.

Currently only the stairs leading to the attic can be passed.

But at the thought of those things about the attic, my steps slowed down, I hesitated, and I didn't know what to do, and tears came out of my eyes.

It had only been half a beat since I slowed down for half a beat, and it was as if something was on my back, and my whole body froze there, and I didn't have to look to know what it was.

Even the spider-like thing downstairs has a posture of rushing up.

I didn't bother to do anything, and ran up the stairs to the attic with lightning speed.

The stairs were so long that I couldn't run long with my stomach up, so I couldn't run.

Hearing that there seemed to be no movement behind me, I dared to stop for a moment and look back cautiously.

There was nothing behind him except for the long staircase that I had just stepped on.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and my heart lifted again.

They didn't mean to lure me up to the attic, did they?

My tears that had not dried before, now stuck to my face, a little faintly painful, I wiped them with my hands, and the tears couldn't stop popping out again.

Obviously, the situation in the attic is not much better than it was just now.

I'm in a dilemma right now, neither up nor down.

Even if you stay on this staircase, there will be unknown changes.