When was the first time you saw her?

Please allow me to use the pronoun 'she', because I can often meet her, so I feel like a 'person', or even an acquaintance. When was the first time I saw her? It seems to be still a child.

There are a lot of children in the village, so when I was young, I didn't lack playmates, unlike now, I don't know what to do when I leave the house. At that time, everyone always liked to gather together to play together, and the most popular game was peek-a-boo, the general process was to shout "play peek-a-boo" with a loud voice (a small partner's nickname), and then the person who heard it would consciously go to his house, and then decide who to hide and who to find. And that time I played for a long, long time, and the sky was already as red as the face of a drunken old man, and in the last game I hid in the closet of the loud voice, cautiously, for fear of being discovered by anyone, and even my breathing rate was deliberately slowed down by myself. There is a small gap in the wardrobe, which is just right for me to observe the 'enemy' and keeps the little closet from being as dark as an inkwell.

As the game progressed, my body didn't know what was going on, and it gradually became cold, and even some of my skin was almost unconscious. I didn't notice it at first, and it wasn't until my hand stiffened that my brain realized something was wrong. I was just about to push open the closet when there was an even colder temperature behind me, and my body was shaking from that temperature and fear, an instinctive reaction out of inexplicable fear. The cold is the feeling of the skin, and the yin is felt from the bottom of the heart, and I just wanted to run, but I didn't know when my legs and feet couldn't move. Then I found that I couldn't even moan a syllable.

The only light source was blocked, the gap in the closet, if it were a normal day, I would think, it's good that someone found me, but the reaction at that time was almost immediate, this person blocking the light source must not be someone I know, not even a person. I've never been an atheist, so I don't think my ideas are ridiculous, or that other people's opinions about paranormal events are ridiculous.

I could only see a single red star in my eye, and I struggled to discern what it was, so I kept staring at the gap, completely unsuspecting, and I saw an eye, which was staring at me. I've been looking at it for so long, my eyes can't help but dry, and my eyelids are very anxious to moisten my eyeballs, but that eye doesn't mean to move away or squeeze into this wardrobe at all, so I don't dare to slack off, lest that eye will appear next to me if I don't pay attention.

I gave up on confronting that eye, I couldn't stand it anymore, and finally closed my eyes once, and when I opened it again, the eye in front of me was gone, and the red in the gap was gone. Slowly my hands and feet began to warm up, and before I had time to rejoice, I reacted to something else, my feet, as if they were being grabbed by something, something cold, and I struggled to open the closet door to make the light a little larger. I turned my head to look at my feet, and there was something grabbing me, a hand, blue-gray, like dead flesh that had been frozen for a long time, and it was very cold just looking at it, and I wasn't sure how long it had been holding me. But there is only one hand, and there is no part connected to it, as if it has been cut off from the body very neatly.

To be honest, I was a little scared, even though this wasn't the first time I'd seen something like this.

I moved outward, not daring to touch the hand, and as I stepped back cautiously, my hand touched something cool, and I turned my head in resignation, and the owner of the eye appeared, the tip of her nose almost against the tip of her nose, and her eyes were desperately open, still staring at me as before. Just staring at me like that, I felt like a pack of cats tickling me with their sharp claws. I fainted out of nowhere.

I don't remember anything about what happened next, except that I slept for a long time.

For a long time I almost forgot about her, and the owner of those dead eyes was a woman, at least a woman in her lifetime. When I saw her again later, it was when I was in middle school, that time I was in the toilet cubicle, everything was normal at first, but after a few seconds, the whole person felt very awkward, like the feeling of being peeped, I was not in the mood to go to the toilet, I raised my head and looked around, there was no hole for people to peep, but the discomfort lingered, could it be above my head? I immediately raised my head, no, nothing, then the rest is only below, the partition is not completely sealed so there is a gap, I lie down in a very strange posture, a pair of hollow eyes full of red and green meridians look at me through the remaining gap of the partition, I am lying on my stomach, she is not, her eyes are parallel to the partition, in order not to block the eyes at all, even squeezed the head out of shape, yes, she is in an upside-down position.

I don't know if it was my delusion, but those eyes reacted towards me, and I couldn't scream when I was frightened, but fortunately my legs didn't go limp, and I almost ran out of the door. After that, I rarely went to the toilet at school again, except when I really couldn't, but I would definitely check the cubicle and pull someone with me, both physically and psychologically.

You know what it feels like to be prying eyes on it?

It's like a cake in a glass window, it can stare at you for a long time, but you don't know which day it will be eaten suddenly without warning.

After that, I saw her many times, but the role was a little different, before she was the one who was being watched, but then she was a bystander, I saw her staring after someone, and then disappearing, and a few times I saw her feet against the ceiling, hanging upside down and looking at the person in front of her, sometimes a boy and sometimes a girl, just face to face, but few of the parties could see her, maybe she just didn't want to be seen, maybe those people were too strong to see the yin. I don't know why I saw it, but I don't want to figure it out, because it's better to be confused.

There is a type of necromancer, they use different methods to spy on the sins or desires in the hearts of people, some take the lives of others to exalt themselves, some eat the essence of the soul, and some are like her, who like to peep in a small space to see if that person meets the standards they want, as for what the standards are, I am afraid that only what they say we can know. Don't look at them when they look at you, it's best to escape, if you can't you wander in their place, lose your mind, or become one of them.

Remember to check the next time you're alone, maybe she'll be watching you at your feet.