Although I was scared, but the homework still had to be done, I sat on the bed wrapped in the quilt and wrote my homework, which lasted about half an hour, and the whole person was immersed in the homework, but I was not worried, and my mind was full of transformation equations, where I still remember the strange footsteps.

As he was writing, the lamp in the room went out with a "snap", and then the lamp went out without warning.

I was startled and quickly reached out to touch the switch, but I touched the light for a long time and there was no response, as if the switch was suddenly broken.

I went to touch the switch of the lamp again, and the lamp came on, then it dimmed again, and then no matter how much I pressed it, it didn't come on anymore.

Human beings are afraid of the dark animals, from the beginning of our ancestors began to use fire a million years ago, human beings have become dependent on light, without light in the dark, people will involuntarily fear, will be afraid, anxious.

At first I thought it was a power outage, but the lights from the other homes outside were still on, and they came in through the windows, bringing a glimmer of light to the room. If it wasn't a power outage, my house turned on two lights, a refrigerator, and how could it be that the fuse was burned.

Wrapped tightly in the quilt, I heard the footsteps again, coming from the stairs, dull and clear, slowly walking upward.

At this point, I desperately wanted a cell phone, at least it could bring me some light, it would allow me to connect with the outside world, it would make me feel at ease in this situation, and the damn footsteps would be gone.

There was the sound of the door opening, and the sound of the door closing, and the room was closed, and suddenly I was not afraid, and in its place was anger, yes, anger.

A person will be angry when he is pressed, I go to school honestly, I don't provoke others, I don't disrespect ghosts and gods, what is this thing that likes to mess with me so much? Having fun scaring me? I still complain, complain that my mother always disappears for no reason, and never says the reason, it is only when I wake up the next day that my mother comes home, and she doesn't leave me a mobile phone to contact (the landline has been canceled at that time), because all these weird things happened when I was home alone, to put it bluntly, this is a grievance.

After the door closed, there was a knock on the door, something was knocking on my door, and I knew that this thing was eyeing me.

It's definitely not human, because if it's human, it's definitely going to talk, it's only this kind of thing, like to be scary.

Anger rose from my heart, and evil grew to my guts, so I picked up the sword in the room and pulled it out violently.

When I was a child, I had a skin disease, acne all over my body, my mother took me to Shanghai to see a doctor, but it was always not cured, I can't count how many times I went to Shanghai, this sword, is one of the times I went to Shanghai to buy.

There is a City God Temple in Shanghai, there are a lot of snacks there, almost every time I go to Shanghai, I will go to the City God Temple to play, this sword, is bought in the City God Temple.

It may be gone now, after all, these are controlled knives, they are real knives with blades, and it is really dangerous to buy and sell them on the market.

The little boy was always very interested in these cold weapons, and at that time I pestered my mother to buy one, which was bought as an ornament, the sword body and the hilt of the sword, a total of three feet long, made of solid iron, the hilt and scabbard are silver, engraved with horses and sheep and cloud patterns, very beautiful.

I have always encountered these unclean things since I was a child, and the sword has the effect of warding off evil spirits in the house, so my mother agreed, and after buying it, she specially took it to the City God Temple to open the light, and has been in my room since then.

I first shouted, "Who! The knock went away, but after a while it sounded again, not at all like a person, but a slower frequency as if it were banging on the door, but not loud.

Opened the door suddenly, I stabbed out directly with a sword, regardless of whether he was a human or a ghost, first the bucket and then said, it's okay if it's a ghost bucket, if it's really a person, then it's definitely not a good person. How can there be a big night sneaking into other people's houses and knocking on the door without making a sound, either a thief or a robber, I am a junior high school student who is only in the second year of junior high school, if there is a thief, I will definitely not be able to beat it, and there may be a danger to my life, so I will strike first.

As expected, the doorway was empty, and there was no one anywhere, and the sword barrel was in the air.

With the sword in my hand, I was a lot bolder, and turned on the light in my mother's room, the light turned on and went out again, and my heart sank, don't think about peace tonight.

When I went downstairs in the dark, goosebumps came out again, and I always felt that something was following me behind me, because whenever I stopped, there was always an incongruous sound behind me: a footstep that was not my voice fell, and then stopped.

I couldn't take it anymore, it was just torture, I ran downstairs as fast as I could, I rushed to the kitchen, there was a gas stove, and now the only thing that could really ease my fear was fire and light, I needed light to light up this place.

But I forgot, this thing will not let me have the light, because with the light I will not be afraid anymore, what it needs is to make me afraid.

No matter how I make the fire, the gas stove just can't be turned on, the kitchen has a lighter, I take a deep breath, pick up the lighter, "pop", only hear the sound, no fire, I hit seven or eight times in a row, it is useless, there is no fire.

Walking towards the living room, I remember that there were candles and matches left over from the New Year, and if there was anything in the house that could shine, it would be them.

Turning over the drawer, I felt for the candle and match, and there was a cool breath around my neck, and the chill was spreading, as if someone was snorting on your neck, and I admired myself a little, and in that case, I was not crazy.

Tremblingly pulling out a match, a soft yellow flame lit up, and in an instant, the chill and cool air disappeared without a trace, and the flame seemed to be hope in a desperate situation.

I picked up the candle and put it on the match, only to light the candle, no matter what it is, as long as there is no fear in my heart, it will be fine, the old man often said, you have to rely on the scary ghost to harm people, as long as you are not afraid, it will not harm you.

People are afraid of ghosts for three points, ghosts are afraid of people for seven points, people have yang energy, these unclean things are most afraid of yang, people have three life fires, one on each shoulder, one on the forehead, the fire is not extinguished, these things can't harm people, those things that are spread about ghosts and things to harm people are either fake, or the person himself has done something bad and deserves it, or he is too small to be successful, unless those ghosts are too resentful, and they become powerful ghosts who are not afraid of yang, otherwise these things are not so easy to attack people.

But the candle was gone, no matter how I burned, and except for the first match and the second match, the rest of the matches could not be lit again, and cold sweat flowed down my back.