After pondering for a moment, it was still difficult to dispel this doubt, like the gloomy darkness outside the house, rich and indispensable. In desperation, I sat down again, chose a more comfortable position on the sofa, picked up the book next to me, and opened the first page. I'll swear it's the first time I've felt so obvious, I feel the air in my living room seem to plummet rapidly, and I know very well that it's been a very hot day, even in the evening! I looked up, and with the five lights in the living room, it wasn't so cold. I thought maybe the cold wind from the lake had blown into the house, so I got up and closed the glass door in the front yard.

But the effect was obviously not as good as I wanted, I suddenly found that the book in my hand was shaking uneasily, and the sound of the pages trembling soon entered my eardrums, and it was my hand that was trembling, why is this? Is it cold? I can't say how it feels. I turned and walked towards the fireplace, adding two pieces of wood, and the sparks splashed on the back of my hand without the burning pain. After a while, I looked out the window, and hesitated to see the light in the living room shining through the window, and the lake looming not far away. At this time, I suddenly saw a canoe appear on the lake? But in a flash, it quickly disappeared into the darkness. It's only about fifty meters offshore, and it's incredibly fast.

I haven't figured out what is going on in all this, how can there be a canoe on the lake? I was amazed, because I knew very well that there was no one else in this big mountain but me. Ten years ago, such images were common, but now they are only weird. I couldn't read in peace anymore, and for some reason, the sight of the ghostly canoe gliding on the hazy lake seemed to be deeply imprinted in my mind, and it shook on the pages in front of me from time to time. I wondered more and more that this was the most incredible scene I had ever seen, and if the previous uneasiness was all speculation, the current doubts were seen with my own eyes. This canoe is clearly different from the one on the lakeside, with the bow and stern all cocked high and the hull wider, as if it were an enlarged version. I couldn't read a single page of the book, and finally, I put down the book and wanted to go outside for a walk and activities.

The night was silent, and it was darker than I could have imagined, and I stumbled along the path in front of the door to the small pier by the lake, where the water was lapping against the shore and making a soft grunt. In the distance, a few afterimages passed by in the darkness of the night, like chickadees returning late, unable to find their way home, and the sound of a large tree falling in the woods echoed in the solemn air, as if a man had fallen from a cliff and hit the ground that had been corroded by the remnants of leaves. Besides, there was no other sound to break the silence.

At this moment, by the light shining through the drawing-room window, I saw another canoe, and it sailed equally swiftly before my eyes, and disappeared into the dark and dreary lake. This time I saw it more really, it was a canoe made of sandalwood, very similar to the first one, very similar, almost the same one! There was a high, curved bow and stern, and a motif that I had never seen before, and I would say that I had never seen it before. There seemed to be something on the ship, at the bow and stern, was it a figure? I can't be sure. But, despite the proximity of the sandalwood boat to me, I think it should have just come here unintentionally. Where does the lake lead? Whenever I paddled a small boat in the lake, I would choose to return, and I was unintentional, like the water flowing down, and I chose it naturally.

Just as I was wondering where the sandalwood boat came from, what it was for, and what would happen in the dark night, the sandalwood boat appeared again, this time closer! I remembered the anonymous letter I had received earlier, which had told me to be wary of strangers here, whether I doubted the contents of the letter or not, and now it seemed that it was definitely not a good thing, and if I had guessed correctly, the sandalwood boat that appeared at this time must have been directed at me. I didn't believe that I would encounter such an unfortunate and strange thing, but it was a possibility, but I tried to put aside such terrible thoughts and try to imagine other possibilities to relax. This approach usually works, but this time it didn't work at all.

As I thought, I instinctively took a few steps back, and the branches shook and rubbed back and forth against my neck, like a pair of cold hands with sharp nails, itching my scalp! The fear was approaching, and I decided to go back to the house first, which might be more advantageous for me, so I turned and ran, carefully turning back from another path in the woods, so as not to startle the snakes.

As soon as I entered the front yard, I closed the door casually, and quickly turned off the five lights in the living room, and almost at the same time I stood in a corner of the guest house, picked up a stick that I had accidentally found in the back room the day before, and leaned my back against the wall, and grasped the end of the stick with both hands. Between the door and me was my desk, on which was a pile of books, which now became my bunker. It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything for a while, but after a few minutes, my eyes seemed to get used to the darkness, and the outline of the living room gradually emerged, and finally even the window frames were faintly visible. After a few more minutes, the two windows of the gate and the front yard began to become clearer, and I was so satisfied that I thought that if anyone did come towards me, I would be spying on them to see what they wanted to do.

As I had guessed, there was the sound of the canoe being dragged ashore from the pier, and even the "gurgling" of the oars being lowered into the canoe, and then there was a dead silence, and I couldn't help but think that there would be two people tiptoeing towards my house.

At this point, the air in the living room seemed to condense, and I could barely breathe, and indeed, I felt terrified, but I assure you that I did not lose my mind because of fear. I just felt like I was in an extremely strange mental state: physical fear no longer seemed to affect my inner emotions. I was terrified, and I clenched the stick in both hands, but at the same time, I felt that it was impossible to deal with the two mysterious men with this stick alone. Seriously, I don't feel like I'm living in a real world, and what is happening in front of me seems to be both about me and not about me. I was just a spectator, but I had to be a part of it. In short, my feelings were too chaotic and grotesque that night to tell why, but I will never forget this terrible feeling of fear until I die; If this effect is delayed a little longer, I am very sure that I will have a nervous breakdown.

I stood there with bated breath, waiting for what was going to happen, the room was dead and silent like a tomb, and I seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing, in my veins, it was flowing so fast, it was rushing. The chandelier in front of me was like a hanged person swaying with my heartbeat, and the picture reflected outside the living room window was like people hidden in the shadows, ready to move. I think that if those two men had come in from the back of the house, they would have immediately found that the kitchen doors and windows were locked, and it was impossible for them to sneak in quietly. If they come in through the gate, then I'll face the gate and stare at them without blinking.

My eyes were now fully accustomed to the darkness, and I could see that my desk took up almost half of the living room, and that there was only a little space left on either side of the desk to walk on, and I could see the straight backs of the wooden chairs next to the desk, and even the books and inkwells I had placed on the white tablecloth. Less than a meter to my left was the hallway leading to the kitchen, and I could see clearly that the power room in the back room was also there. I also saw outside the window that there wasn't a single branch dangling, not even a leaf moving.

The suffocating silence lasted for a moment, when I suddenly heard the floor in the hallway creaking and the sound of footsteps that seemed to reach my brain without passing my ears, and I trembled with fear. I only felt a chill down my spine, cold hands and feet, and my heart seemed to stop beating all of a sudden, and then it was pounding like crazy. I guess they must have heard my heartbeat and could even catch the sound of blood rushing in my brain! I could barely control myself, strings of cold sweat fell from my cheeks, and I even wanted to scream wildly! The cry of hysteria seemed to be pouring out of my throat, I was going to bang my head against the wall like a child, I was going to make it deafening, and perhaps only this would ease my tension and fear at this moment.

Perhaps it was because of this that I had a little courage to hold the stick in my hand and prepare to rush out and break the net with them! However, I found myself losing my courage, my feet were not listening, my muscles were paralyzed, and I was almost paralyzed by excessive fear, which was terrible. At this time, I am like a fish on a knife, waiting to be slaughtered, and if they find me, they must ......

Now, between these four walls, they and I should be facing each other, have they spotted me? See me? See me, the one standing in the corner sluggishly and stiffly? The blood in my whole body rushed up like a volcanic eruption, and my mind was buzzing! Even though I couldn't breathe, I was worried that I would lose control and gasp! The strong depression gradually progressed, I felt that my eyelids were heavy, as if I was holding a thousand pounds of weight and fell all at once, and then I only heard a "pop", and I fainted.