The staircase is long, dim and dim.

I cried a little bit when I touched my eyes, so I didn't continue to cry.

After crossing countless steps, I finally came to the end.

There was a heavy door that was slightly closed, and I shone it with the light of my mobile phone, and found that the door was unlocked, and the lock was falling.

Maybe Mr. Zhang opened it.

It took some effort for me to push the door open.

There was a gray fluorescent lamp in the attic, which seemed to be covered with a little dust, and even the light felt a little dim.

The attic looked a little cramped, full of all kinds of things, and when you pushed the door into the eye, there was a dresser, on which there was only a wooden comb with a broken half, and a mirror that could illuminate half of the body.

My face was pale in the mirror.

Even after looking at it for a long time, it doesn't seem like it's my face.

I blinked, looking left and right, afraid that something would suddenly pop up out of nowhere.

But everything is like a windless lake, unusually calm.

I sat at the dresser and went to check the time on my phone's screen every once in a while.

As long as you stay up until dawn, there should be no problem.

There is no signal on the mobile phone at this time, so when you hold it in your hand, you can only look at the time and turn on the flashlight, which is of no other use.

I don't know how long I waited, but I heard a woman's muffled voice, which was somewhat familiar, and when I pricked up my ears to listen carefully, the sound disappeared again.

"Anyone?" I asked tentatively.

I thought I wouldn't wait for a response this time, but this time something fell to the ground and made a loud noise, as if someone couldn't speak, and it was a way to get my attention.

I was shocked and immediately stood up from the dresser.

There was no further movement in the attic, and I asked again, this time without waiting for a response.

I had to sit back down and stare at myself in the mirror.

I don't know if I've been staring at it for too long, but the more I look at my face in the mirror, the more strange I feel.

I even saw myself in the mirror stretch out a hand, thinking that it was probably my eyes, so I rubbed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a mysterious arc on my face in the mirror, and a hand reached out from the mirror and grasped the wooden comb on the dresser.

I wasn't scared out of my breath.

But I don't know why, my body suddenly couldn't move, my whole body seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried.

I just watched as the thing in the mirror craned its neck and stuck its head out, and there was a sad smile on the face that was exactly the same as mine.

She used a wooden comb to comb my hair to the end, and I only felt my scalp tingling, and I faintly remembered that when my grandmother was still alive, she told me a story about a ghost combing her hair.

I tried to make some noise, but my throat felt like a fire burning, and I couldn't even breathe.

The thing in the mirror was still smiling, and I never knew that my face would one day be so hideous, which was terrifying.

She combed my hair, and her eyes began to slowly droop, and her eyes fell on my lower abdomen, her eyes widened, and the hand holding the wooden comb gradually reached towards my lower abdomen.

I subconsciously wanted to protect my lower abdomen, but my arms didn't obey me and let her get close to my lower abdomen.

At the moment when her palm was attached to her lower abdomen, I only felt like I was stuck to a piece of ice, and it was biting cold, not only my stomach, but also my whole body felt extremely cold, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead after a while.

I was so anxious that I almost cried, and I could only vaguely shout a few words like "help" in my hot voice.

But the attic was built so high, and perhaps it was soundproofed, and my voice as loud as a fly was tantamount to playing the harp to a cow.

The thing was trying to cut my belly open with her fingernails, and the tops of her unusually sharp nails had touched my clothes, but not yet. She looked behind me, as if she had seen something terrible, and her hand suddenly retracted.

In a few seconds, the mirror was back to normal, and my bloodless, frightened pale face was reflected in it.

Even his body was gradually able to move.

Before I could breathe, I had a hand on my shoulder, and this time I was directly frightened and crying, shivering all over, and I simply closed my eyes, holding the determination to die.

It wasn't until someone turned over that Mr. Zhang's face came into view, and all my expressions were fixed on my face, and I didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while.

I've been scared twice by him in one night.

"Why are you here?" His brow furrowed.

I had just cried, but before I could slow down, when I answered, my voice choked and said, "It's hard to put words into words." What are you doing here? Why hasn't there been a sound before? ”

"I didn't hear you."

"Oh."

I lowered my head, wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and then consciously pointed to the mirror on the dresser and asked, "Did you just see everything?" ”

"Hmm."

"What do you see?"

"I saw everything."

I didn't dare touch the wooden comb, so I pointed with my hand and said, "You saw that thing just now when I combed my hair?" ”

"Hmm."

"You're not afraid?"

"Why be afraid?" The dim light cast a shallow shadow under his nose, and he said, "Ghosts are all bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and the more you are afraid of it, the more rampant it becomes." ”

"But what if it wants to hurt me? I don't have the ability to resist, so I can only see them as beasts of the flood. I said.

Mr. Zhang fixed his gaze on the tip of my nose, and after a moment, he chuckled: "If you are a normal ordinary person, you don't have to worry about this at all. People are afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are afraid of people. The yang fire on the human body is heavy, and under normal circumstances, those things cannot be touched. ”

As he spoke, he put his index finger into my eyebrows, and I subconsciously took a half step back, but his hand did not retract, but directly pointed at my heavenly spirit cover, and said, "But you are not." ”

"What?"

"When I first saw you, I really suspected you were a dead man." Mr. Zhang's fingertips didn't linger long, but just swept over my forehead for a few seconds.

He is more than half a head taller than me, and he looks about the same height as Xu Yijin. He looked at me condescendingly, and said without being salty: "What are you still doing here?" Want to keep confronting those things? ”

The implication was to remind me that it was time to leave.

I had lifted my footsteps, but then I thought of the thing that had been chasing me before, and I took it back, shook my head, and said, "I'm not leaving, I'm going to stay here until dawn." ”

"If you want to die, I won't stop you."

As he spoke, he lifted his legs and walked towards the attic door.

I still didn't dare to stay alone, and when I saw that he was leaving, I immediately chased after him, stood beside him and reminded: "There are two very scary things downstairs." ”