When a chipmunk woke me up with the chirping of a chipmunk in my ear, it was already sunny outside, and I lay down where I had fallen, and saw the warm sunlight reflected in the living room and projected onto the pile of books on the desk. I still have lingering thoughts about what happened last night, so when I climbed up in a daze and stared at the scene in the living room, my thoughts were only staccafied, not only unable to find a specific cause, but even vague.

Then I left after a fruitless examination of the house, and walked towards the lakeside not far away, paying special attention to the winding path, which was not as cluttered as I had imagined, and which I thought would be a hasty escape or a thrilling lurk that would lead to a mess of fallen leaf branches. Then I saw the canoe on the lakeside, the one that was supposed to be there. I carefully examined the surroundings of the lake, and there was only one trail of towing on the shore, and it was just this canoe, which I had hastily towed ashore yesterday afternoon in time for sunset.

The silence around me was unusual, I could say that I could feel my heartbeat, how the wild of the past hadn't screamed like crazy over the bay in the middle of the day, I really couldn't guess the rules here, and after a little hesitation, I pushed the canoe into the lake with great difficulty, and took advantage of the daylight, intending to paddle a little farther away. I thought so, and the only thing that could be explained clearly was that there were other people living on one side of the lake, and as the anonymous letter I received told me to be wary of strangers in the valley.

I actually deliberately thought that there were other people in the valley, and that seemed to be the best way to end it, and there was no one. A ripple was drawn on the calm surface of the lake, step by step, like a sharp blade disemboweling without the slightest hesitation. In the past, fish would lazily roost at the bottom of the lake, as they saw when they came, waiting for the weather to warm up and then slowly swimming up. Now I only feel like I'm trudging through a stagnant water, with no end in sight, not even dead leaves falling in this dead lake, and surprisingly quiet. I couldn't help but feel nervous, and continued to paddle through the canoe in this water, however, at this time, I noticed that there was also a boat in front of me, because it was far away, I couldn't see it very clearly, and it was like a canoe, and there seemed to be a figure on it! Is it broad daylight? What is there to be afraid of, I comfort myself like this and catch up.

I paddled the oars as hard as I could, and to be honest, I had never rowed so fast in my life, and after a few minutes I suddenly felt weird, for the canoe was not only extraordinary, but it was so strange that no matter how hard I tried to catch up, I couldn't get close to it, and it was hard to shorten the distance even a little. Sweat ran down my forehead, not only in my armpits, but also in my back, and I pulled up my sleeves and increased the force, but the result did not change in the slightest, and a drop of sweat splashed down with my arm in the black pressed lake, and I suddenly couldn't tell whether it was my sweat beads or the lake. In a slight panic, the mysterious canoe disappeared?

I threw the oars aside, I sat down in the stern of the boat, and then I had an inexplicable doubt about myself, for the first time in my life, which was unimaginable, but it happened again. When I lowered my head helplessly and gasped for breath, I inadvertently stared at the reflection on the surface of the lake, although I saw myself, but it was very vague, this blur did not refer to the physical but to the inside, I actually ...... Don't know myself. As the sun set behind the forest by the lake, and the crimson glow reflected on the lake, I looked up and suddenly felt that the sky was getting darker and darker, and the lake was getting darker and darker! The same feeling came again, like the last time I was in the bedroom, and I suddenly had an extraordinary disgust for my surroundings, and I experienced the same one so I knew very well that it wasn't a hallucination or a chemical reaction in some part of my body. The strange atmosphere on the surface of the lake began to converge, it was a perception, and there was nothing wrong with it, and the muddy sludge at the bottom of the lake was also gathering towards the bottom of my boat, and I couldn't help but start to tremble, and the urge to flee came to my heart in an instant! I quickly bent down, picked up the oars and rowed desperately in the direction I had been going. A strange and cold wind in my back seemed to be constantly chasing me, I didn't dare to look back, the afterglow swept over the trees on both sides of the lake, the branches did not shake a little, where did this strange wind come from, I didn't dare to think about it, there must be something behind me! I was engrossed in the small pier on the shore of the lake in the distance, desperately fleeing.

It was like gliding unhindered on the misty slopes, with an invincible spirit supporting me, and the friction of the high-speed operation poured the splashed lake water directly on my face, and I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or lake water, and a cloudy liquid eroded my cheeks. To be honest, I was scared, but there was also a fighting spirit that inspired me to restrain my fears, they were all inseparable, and the frightened weak expression and unwavering fighting spirit were all reacted under the same facial muscles.

I jumped off the bow of the high-speed canoe, the depth of the lake reaching my waist, and the rotten leaves piled up on the pier were swept back into the lake. The standard swimming position in the shallow water is just to get to shore as quickly as possible. I paddled desperately, and what scared me behind me was approaching, almost grabbing me, and I just wanted to get ashore quickly. This tingling sensation is only found in the lake, and I have to stay away from this seemingly calm but extremely dangerous bay.

I didn't have time to pull the canoe ashore, and I didn't bother to turn back, but the jungle path was my lifebuoy, and I went crazy and drilled into it. As soon as I entered the front yard, I closed the glass door, and when I looked back, I found that the strange appearance on the other side of the lake seemed to have been invaded by a storm, the black clouds were pressing down one after another, the violent wind was like a mad savage squandering his anger, and the raging and falling branches reminded me of a limb that had been twisted alive! I was so frightened that I hid in the living room, not bothering to pay any more attention to it.

In the evening, I was still worried about what happened during the day, so I called my mentor halfway, but no one answered, and I wanted to ask him how long the next interview would be, but I felt as if my memory had faded, as if I had forgotten the date of the interview. I didn't choose to go back to the bedroom, I deliberately put a thick wooden stick on the doorknob at the front yard door, and also brushed a layer of black mud on the glass, in order to block the view of the outside world, and the invisible thing is treated as if it does not exist, I think this way can reduce most of the psychological shadow reaction. There was another hoarse bell in the kitchen, and at nine o'clock, I sat at the desk in the living room and read the book, almost finished, to be exact, there were only two books left unread, and only a third of the book in my hand was left. There is a white mobile phone of Wiki E31 next to the stack of books, and I pick it up almost every few minutes to look at it, and the signal has not been weak, but I have not received a call back from my tutor.

Everything was normal at first, and I quickly got my attention into the book until I reached the last page. My sense of self-confidence swelled so much that I felt that I would definitely pass this interview and achieve a lot of results, and I was so happy that who would read and understand these eleven psychology books in just a few days like me? I added two more pieces of wood to the fireplace, and the spark splashed on the carpet and then disappeared, and I suddenly remembered a question, and went back to my desk and looked at my phone, it was past ten o'clock in the evening, ten twenty-four. Then I came to the hallway that led to the kitchen, when did the wall lights go out? I opened the back door before I locked it after dinner, and I went back to the living room to confirm that the lights on the first floor were indeed on, otherwise it wouldn't be so bright, except for the wall lamps in the corridor. After a little hesitation, I pressed the switch, and the aisle instantly lit up a lot, which is really strange, the circuit is not short-wired, and the bulb is not broken.

"Tick, tick." I stared at the wall clock at the kitchen fridge, the first time I had seen it so closely, the decaying wooden frame resembling the cheeks of an old man, and the green glass embedded in it obscuring the dial still reflected the kitchen environment. "Tick." A drop of water fell from the faucet on the sink, and I looked back and thought it was a light rain falling outside through the window. I raised my hand and approached the old clock cautiously, especially carefully, as if I was afraid that I would react violently when I touched an extremely old man who was extremely old and seriously ill. "Squeak...... "My fingers felt the blocking force coming from the rejection of the minute hand, and the creaking sound made my heart tingle, and I dismissed it for twenty-nine minutes." Knock Knock...... Knock knock. "There was a sound of the clock ringing at ten o'clock in the middle of the night, and the rhythm lingered in the deep cavern, which aroused my suspicions, and I remember very well that I had not heard the bell ring at ten o'clock before. Suddenly, I saw a shadow that wasn't supposed to be there, in the green glass above the dial, and the reflected shadow was in the closet not far behind me! Before the excitement rolled in, I heard my familiar phone ringing again.