There was only one layer of pajamas between that thing and me, poking at my back, and there was a tingling chill. [Dance Ruo Debut] is very painful, and the pain goes deep into the spinal cord.

I couldn't wake up immediately after being drowsy, I felt like I was stuck in quicksand, and the deeper I sank, my thoughts were going away.

The hard thing poked again, and deep in his consciousness, he vaguely felt that it should be a finger. Whose finger is poking me? Or in the middle of the night, in a hotel room?

No, I'm supposed to live alone, and the door is locked.

Who is it, who is poking me with his finger?

A chill crept up my back, and I struggled desperately to finally wake up. As soon as I rolled over, my sleepy eyes widened, and I struggled to look behind me.

Behind it, nothing.

The dim light in the hallway of the room widened my vision, but I couldn't find the thing that poked me. I was startled and sat on the bed for a long time. The mind began to pull out of the quagmire of confusion, and the head became more and more clear. The pressure and chill in the air made me feel more vigilant.

I turned on the main light and threw the quilt off the bed under the bed. The bed was empty, and the white sheets looked very harsh. I frowned and looked around. Finally, in the direction where I felt poked, on the carpet just a step away from the bed, I actually found a suspicious object.

A red fingernail, very long, full ten centimeters. The red on the nails was as bright as blood, and it exuded an extremely eerie aura under the light. I picked it up through the toilet paper and looked at it, but I didn't come to any conclusion.

This nail cap should belong to women, and the nail polish on the surface is as fresh as if it had just been applied. The fingernails look ordinary, but they make me frown. Because it is removed from a person's hand in a torture-like manner, the nail cover is not cut, but is dug alive from the thumb with something like pliers, and even the remaining flesh is cleanly disposed of.

As far as I know, this form of torture is still practiced among tribes in the Congo region of Africa.

It's not normal, how can such a scary thing appear in an ordinary hotel room? After each customer leaves, the cleaner has to clean up. What's more, the nail covers are still so fresh, and there is even residual warmth.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be startled again, and subconsciously threw the nail cover in my hand to the ground. Looking at this thing, the place where my right thumb joins my nails, I can't help but feel a faint pain. Whose nail cover is this? And who brutally cut it off? Isn't this really a hallucination that I was having when I was sleepy?

Looking at the silent patch of fingernails, I didn't even believe my eyes anymore.

At this moment, the phone on the right side of the bed rang suddenly, and the harsh and dry bell rang non-stop, jingling bell, jingling bell, which made the already frightened heart even more impatient. I stood in the middle of the room, my eyes turned to the phone in my room, not knowing whether to answer or not.

The clock next to the door silently points to 3 a.m., who would call someone else's room at this time? It's kind of weird.

The phone rings at all, and it exudes the momentum of an absolute ringing if you don't answer. I waited a full five minutes, finally exhausted all my patience in the nasty screeching ring, finally picked up the microphone, and put it back with lightning speed.

From the bottom of my body to the bottom of my heart, I don't want to answer this call. I always felt that the phone call to my room at three o'clock in the middle of the night carried an ominous omen.

After putting down the microphone, the entire room suddenly fell silent. I was a little tired and sat back in bed. When I looked down and looked for the red nails that had fallen on the carpet, I couldn't find them. Before I could be surprised, the damn phone rang again.

My whole body stiffened, and I stared at the phone with my eyes. The noise of jingling bells rushed into my ears and eyes, and my cerebral cortex was painful. To answer, or not to answer? It seems that there are two choices, but do you really have a choice? If you don't answer this call, I'm afraid you won't want to sleep all night.

I swallowed the saliva in my mouth, and there was an icy chill in my stomach. Pick up the microphone with a 'snap' and bring it to your ear. The room immediately fell silent. The other end of the phone was also quiet, and the speaker didn't pass me any sound information.

"Hey, who is it?" I spoke. Since the other party is pretending to be dead, or it is purely a prank, if neither side takes the initiative to speak, I will definitely be the one who loses. Although this logic is confusing, it is obvious, after all, it is this handsome guy who is harassed to sleep.

In fact, at this moment, I already vaguely felt that something was wrong.

On the other end of the line, there was still no one talking. Just as I was about to cut off the phone, my hand suddenly hung in the air. In the microphone, there was a faint sound of dripping. Drop by drop, like water from a faucet falling to the ground. And what's even more terrifying is that he gradually has a creepy and inexplicable feeling, as if the person who is calling is standing at the door of his guest room.

No, even it's in my room.

There is a dripping sound, there is a dripping sound. There is only one place in the guest room where there is water, and that is the bathroom. I was cold and struggled to get up and walk to the bathroom. The faucet in the bathtub was leaking dripping like the sound coming from the microphone. That's where the guy on the other side of the microphone called.

But I didn't see anything in the bathroom.

The creepy feeling intensified and my scalp went numb. The telephone line was pulled directly from the head of the bed to the bathroom door, and the wire was taut, and it was the sound of this taut wire that made my person tense to the point of breaking.

The alarm bell was constantly ringing in my heart, and it seemed that in the blind corner of my invisible vision, something was taking shape, and it had been lurking in the room and quietly peeping at me. I didn't dare to hesitate, so I dropped the phone on the floor, grabbed my clothes, and ran out of the room into the hallway.

At three o'clock in the evening, the corridor was empty, and I knocked on the door of Ni Niandie's family while getting dressed. didn't wait long, Ni Niandie yawned and rubbed her eyes to answer the door.

"Xiaoye, you haven't slept so late?" She covered her mouth with the five fingers of her right hand and yawned.

I looked flustered: "Something is wrong in my room. ”

Her tiredness suddenly vanished, and a wary look appeared on her face, and then she pulled my face with her hand, and only then nodded after I screamed 'ouch' in pain: "Well, you're a real person." What's wrong? ”

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