As soon as I opened my eyes, before I could react to what was going on, I was hugged by my grandmother.

It turned out to be just a nightmare, but fortunately it was just a nightmare. My grandparents said that after I fell asleep, I started talking nonsense, and they couldn't wake me up. After that, it became more and more exaggerated, kicking with my hands and feet, shouting in my mouth, and I couldn't suppress it.

But after tossing for a while, it gradually got better, first the feet didn't kick around, and then the body didn't twist around, and then the arms and head were quiet, but the movements were really weird, and the hands were raised high above the head, and they couldn't press it down.

They tried to wake me up, but it didn't work.

And my fingers were still very naughty, and my grandmother noticed that my face was flushed, as if I was suffocating. This is still not right! I quickly took out the needle and pricked my middle finger before I woke up.

Only then did I notice that there was a lot of blood on my middle finger, which was dark red. Get out of bed and go out to wash your hands.

But I just had a nightmare, how dare I go to another room alone. Going to move the rescuers? What a shame that is.

So I stood at the door and began to be in a daze, the dark environment in front of me was indescribably infiltrating, and I could even feel a cool breeze blowing in the room, causing a layer of goosebumps.

I wasn't scared of any ghosts, but the suffocating feeling of my dreams.

Human fear may be rooted in the unknown. Because I don't know what will happen, I am afraid, and if something really happens and I am busy solving it, how can I have time to be afraid.

I hesitated, and my grandfather's hand was on my shoulder, and I jumped in fright.

"Let's go, I'll wash my hands too." There are also groups for hand washing.

Grandpa lit the lamp in the dark room, although it was only a small bulb of forty or fifty watts, but the dim yellow light still gave me little comfort.

Washing my hands, my eyes regained their brightness and I finally recovered from my nightmare. My stomach started to drum, and I remembered that I hadn't eaten dinner yet.

I didn't dare to wash my hands just now, and now I want to get it back, so I ran to the kitchen to get food. Well, this time I decided not to turn on the lights, not afraid of the dark is a man.

In the kitchen, where there are a lot of fragile items, it is very dangerous to touch the dark, so I broke a bowl. But my attention was drawn, and the moment the bowl shattered, I saw something escape from under the table.

I went to the ground and started looking, the lights came on, and it was my grandparents who heard the sound and came to check.

"What's wrong?"

"I accidentally broke the bowl." I lay on the ground and looked around.

"It didn't hurt, did it? Hurry up and lie on the ground and do something. ”

"I saw something running away, find out and see what it was." It's a pity that nothing can be seen.

"It's a mouse, just put a few mouse traps tomorrow."

To no avail, I had to give up. When I got up, my head touched the corner of the table, and it hurt. Rubbing my head, I finally found the target I was looking for, and he showed his head behind the doorframe, and the thief slid around the room.

"There it is!" I yelled, and quickly rushed over.

"Mouse, stop chasing!"

I ignored the shouts behind me and rushed to the figure trying to escape. A frog the size of a head, this is an unprecedented discovery, never seen so big.

I was bullied by you in my dream, and finally it was my turn to take revenge. I flew up, and the frog leaped swiftly and pounced. I got up and hurried to chase the frog that had already jumped on the table, and continued to pounce, and my stomach hit the corner of the table, and it hurt me to death.

"Are you alright? Be careful! I'll see where I came across. "Grandma quickly held me up.

"Catch him!" I pointed to the stool.

"Grab what? That's nothing. ”

I pushed my grandmother away, picked up the spatula, and slapped the stool directly, and the frog dodged again, and the force of the rebound made my palms numb.

The damn frog jumped out of the kitchen, came to the living room and jumped on the glass coffee table, I took a picture of the coffee table and it shattered, but it jumped high, I hurriedly twisted my body, and in the air I saw how you dodged.

The spatula smashed the light bulb first, then hit the frog, and it fell from the air. Ignoring the debris of the light bulb, I ran over and grabbed it with the help of the lights in the other rooms.

"You see, I got it." I shouted with joy and raised my prey in my hand as if I were mad.

My grandparents only saw that I had nothing in my hands, how could they share my joy.

"What are you catching?" Grandpa came over to me and asked.

"It's a frog, I've never seen a frog this big." Saying that, the frog broke away from my hand and wanted to run away, but he was quick to use a spatula and flattened it.

I felt a little sorry, but in an instant it was like in the cartoon, and its body bulged up and returned to its original shape. I was so happy that I held it in my hand again.

"Here, show me." Grandpa held out his hand.

I put the frog in my grandfather's hand, which is strange to say. The frog struggled back and forth in my hand to escape, but as soon as it reached my grandfather's hand, he began to play dead and did not move. But I'm still not reassured.

"You're holding on so loosely, he'll run away." I grabbed my grandfather's fingers and told him to hold on.

Then Grandpa walked out of the room briskly, and saw that he was throwing the frog far, far away.

The toys are gone, so I can only eat.

After eating, I sat and watched TV. It was a bit tiring to toss this day, and I was in a daze. My grandparents just stayed with me worriedly, and didn't clean up the messy room that I tossed around.

"The slaughter was not right." I muttered, and every word I spit out was hard.

"yes." My grandparents were always watching my situation, but they didn't expect me to say such a clueless remark.

"Revenge." I said two more words.

"Revenge?" As you can imagine, their expressions must have been tense.

But I didn't answer anymore, and suddenly I burst out laughing, and my eyes began to water. Picking up the fruit knife that was set aside, he cut a bloody cut on his arm.

Grandpa grabbed my hand and snatched the fruit knife.

Grandma stood up and slapped me in the face, "I don't care what you are, get out of here." ”

I just laughed, regardless of the bleeding wound, and did not withdraw the arm that my grandfather was holding, and put my other hand in my mouth and bit it.

The bite was all I could with, but I didn't feel any pain at all. The gaze in his eyes was full of resentment.

Grandpa quickly broke my mouth open, and grandma pulled my hand out, but I started to bite my tongue. Grandma quickly took off her coat and stuffed it into my mouth, scolding as she did this.

Grandpa's whole body was pressed against me, and Grandma hurried to find a rope and tied me up.

My madness scared the two old men out of the way.

However, as soon as I tied it, the tense muscles of my whole body relaxed, and my eyes changed from resentful to confused to clear, and I began to frown. Grandma tentatively took out the clothes that filled my mouth.

"Grandpa, grandma, why did you tie me up?" My words are full of confusion.

I was relieved to hear me say such sober words, and finally it passed and began to loosen my bonds.

"Hey, my hands hurt so much."

"It'll be fine in a while, it won't hurt." Grandma touched my head.

Finally, I was liberated.