An An in front of her was wearing a pure white dress.

She didn't speak, just looked at me, and walked closer.

With every step she took, the air in the room was a little colder, not the cold of frost, but a sense of fear that penetrated deep into her pores.

"Who the hell are you?"

I stared at her warily and stepped back.

"I'm An'an! I just called you. ”

She stopped three meters in front of me, smiled slightly, her lips and teeth opened lightly, and the voice she said was indeed undoubtedly An'an.

But that smile always makes people feel creepy.

So I stared at her and didn't speak.

At that time, the clouds in the sky outside the window dissipated, and the re-revealed moonlight shone on the floor, stretching our shadows.

My shadow is my appearance, and the shadow under her feet is a very short child.

The hands and feet are very short, but the body and head are large, just like a doll.

I was suddenly startled, looked up at her again, and by the light of the moon, I clearly saw that An An in front of me was actually made of paper!

"You're not An An, who are you?"

Although I asked, I already guessed by looking at the shadows on the ground.

It's just that I don't understand, why did she come to me?

But I didn't have much room to think about it now, so I took advantage of her standing still and suddenly rushed to the door.

The door opened, and it was right in front of me, but I couldn't get there.

Because my feet kept running in place, and I couldn't get out.

"You can't run away."

An An's voice sounded beside me, accompanied by a chill that ingested my heart, making this sultry summer night extremely cold.

"What are you going to do? Help, help! ”

I yelled in horror, but she reached out her paper hand from behind me.

I didn't think about it at the time, I opened my mouth and bit down, just wanting to bite her tissue paper body.

That way, maybe I can get away with it.

But I never thought that when I bit down, my paper hand was about to break, but I also tasted the smell of blood in my mouth.

Red blood flowed from where I had bitten it, with a cool temperature, and a pungent smell of blood.

An An's head stretched out in front of me, and her voice was cold, "If you bite me, she won't survive." ”

"What the hell are you going to do?"

I don't understand why she's staring at me, and now the smell of blood in my mouth makes me very uncomfortable.

"Do what?" She smiled at me, her smile creepy, "You'll find out soon." ”

She reached out and covered my eyes, and I lost consciousness all at once.

When I woke up again, the tip of my nose smelled even stronger blood and rot.

I opened my eyes blankly, and it was pitch black all around, except for the silver moonlight shining on the sky.

Then I found myself sitting in a pentagonal circle, with a needle and thread in my right hand and an arm in my left, stitching that arm to my torso.

"Ahh

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound.

I wanted to stop, but I found that my body was not controlled at all.

Still stitching the hands and feet in front of him with his limbs one by one.

But I can clearly feel that the feeling of stitching up the limbs of my hands is completely different from watching others stitch up.

It's as if you bought a piece of fat and stabbed it with a knife that wasn't too sharp, and the skin on the surface of the fat squeezed the flesh.

There was a pop, and it was the unobstructed feeling of the tip squeezing in.

The black needles and threads drove the flesh and red blood, tightening the pile of compost meat one by one.