This talisman sat on my forehead for a long time, until the courtyard was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers, and the courtyard wall was frozen by the cold wind in the middle of the night, that Master took it off.

"It's almost time." Master looked up at the night sky and said in a dull voice.

I also followed Master's gaze to the sky, and there were no stars in the black night, only a miserable white half-moon, and the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and the outline of the moon looked fluffy and moldy.

Then Master took my hand and sent me into the corner of the room.

"Whatever happens next, you have to stay by the candle, keep it safe, and don't let it go out."

Master lit the wick as he spoke.

At first, the candle flame was a normal orange color, but after a while, it began to turn slightly white, and finally turned a white flame completely.

The firelight fluttered in the corner, and the long shadow pulled out behind me swayed with it, and for some reason, I always felt that it was not my shadow, it looked like a black piece of paper spread on the ground, and the outline of the edge was so clear that it was abnormal.

The master crouched down and patiently instructed, "Don't close your eyes, don't leave the candle, do you hear?" ”

I nodded vigorously.

Master rubbed my head, then quickly got up and walked out of the room.

Originally, when Master was by my side, I didn't feel scared at all, but when the door of the house was closed with a "bang", and the sound of Master locking the door outside, I began to feel chills in my heart.

It felt like a cold air was flowing down my heart and throat all over my body, and even the pores on my body tightened, as if someone had smeared a layer of cold dry glue on my skin.

The only place in this room that could bring warmth was the corner where the candlelight was most vigorous, so I quickly shrunk down and leaned in front of the candle, but the master said that the candle flame must not be extinguished, and I was careful when I moved my body, for fear that the wind would be too strong and the candle flame would be extinguished.

Strangely, the cold air that emanated from the candle flame was also cold, and the closer I got to it, the colder it became.

Then I curled up and crouched on the ground staring at the flames, and I always felt as if there was something hidden in the darkness behind me, and only when I saw the light did I feel less afraid.

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeaw-squea

There was a particularly sharp sound in the darkness, and I felt a chill down my spine, and subconsciously looked back.

The room was dark, and the candlelight could only dimly illuminate the woman sitting in the middle of the room, hunched over, her hair falling to her knees, and she could not see her face, nor did she know if she was awake now.

The firelight kept swaying, and there were shadows in the small half of the room, and there seemed to be a dark figure slowly swaying behind the woman.

It was as if a person was shaking his body and slowly approaching her, but it was as if he didn't move at all, just standing in place and shaking back and forth.

I was terrified, and I wanted to look back at the candle, but it was as if a strange force was pulling my gaze, and I couldn't turn back.

The shadow behind the woman flickered, and she moved lightly into the darkness, where it was no longer illuminated by the firelight, but I could still see it, and my eyes involuntarily moved with it.

At that time, I could feel that I was shivering, not because of the cold, it was another feeling, as if all the strength in my body had been hollowed out, but my hands and feet were not soft at all, but very stiff, and the shaking was the same as the beaten bamboo pole, which was indescribably stiff.

At this time, I heard the slender "squeak-ah-" sound again, and my body suddenly trembled a few times, and even my eyes shook for a moment, and the shadow in the darkness suddenly disappeared, but my eyes still couldn't move, and I could only stare directly into the depths of the darkness.

Before, it was only cold in the house, but now, the doors and windows were tightly closed, but the wind rose in the room.

You can't feel the wind, you can only hear the wind whistling.

At first it was just a whining, but then something else gradually appeared in the wind.

I heard a woman crying, mixed with the scolding of a man and the "cackling" laughter of a child.

The laughter seemed to come out of my throat, and when it reached my ears, the bases of my ears and my scalp swelled all at once.

As the voices became clearer, so did the tingling, as if someone was grabbing my hair and ears and trying to drag me out of the corner.

At this moment, the candle flame suddenly brightened, the cold fire seemed to have some invisible magic, the light and shadow flickered, I didn't move, but my shadow writhed wildly, and the swelling pain on the root of my ears and scalp disappeared immediately, as if my shadow was constantly struggling, breaking free from the pair of invisible hands.

After that, my body suddenly went limp, and my whole body collapsed in the corner.

My only thought was to turn my head and look back at the candle, and as I was doing so, my eyes flashed from the center of the room, only to find that the chair was empty.

Somehow, I always felt that the woman who sat on the chair before was more terrifying than the figure in the dark, and when she was tied, I was still more sure-footed, but now when I saw that the chair was empty, I panicked.

Almost instinctively, I quickly glanced around the room, and saw that the woman was standing not far from me, her back to the window, which was also pitch black, except for the flickering white light of the upper part of her body, and her face, which was almost covered by hair.

I knew she was looking at me, and I could see the white light in her eyes in the gaps in her messy hair.

The two miserable white reflections were deeper than the darkness in the room, and I panicked to the extreme, and I didn't dare to move, so I looked at her in a daze.

For a moment, I could vaguely see her shoulders move, and then she suddenly straightened her arms and grabbed at me with a scream.

Actually, I can't remember if the scream came from her mouth.

Just as she shook her shoulders, there was a sudden feeling of emptiness in the depths of my forehead, as if the place that had been stuffed with a heavy stone had now fallen, leaving behind a huge hollow in which a cold wind kept blowing.

At the same time, I opened my mouth and screamed for my life.

I didn't realize that when I screamed, the sound I came out was several times sharper than the roar I heard at the mouth of the alley in the morning, and as the screams were released, a heavy chill appeared in them.

It was a really heavy feeling, and on one side there was an extremely sharp sound constantly hitting my own eardrums, almost making me faint, but at the same time, the cold settled firmly on my forehead, keeping me awake at all times.