At that moment, I felt my breath freeze, and I shivered and looked in the mirror in horror.

In the mirror, I have short black hair and shiny ears, and a round little face, which is very white. At this moment, he opened his mouth slightly, revealing a strange smile.

I swear I'm not laughing at this time.

I raised my hand as if I had lost my soul and pinched my face. At that moment, the figure reflected in the mirror made the same movement as me.

But the creepy thing is that I raised my right hand, and the figure raised my left hand!

At this moment, I completely collapsed, and if it wasn't for the good control, I'm afraid I would have fainted with fright.

Several buddies all looked at me in horror, no one spoke, and everyone's little faces turned white with fright.

I don't know how I got out of the bathroom at that time, but I just remember that a few buddies dragged me to the living room.

At that time, my eyes were already blank, and I didn't listen to a word of what other people said.

Deep down, I kept questioning, what the hell is going on, is it possible, my home is haunted?

As soon as this thought came to me, I forcibly erased it. I've been an atheist since I was a kid, and although I love supernatural stories and movies, I subconsciously think they're fiction.

Haunting is such a thing, I don't believe in it. I began to reassure myself that we must have all drunk too much and were hallucinating.

To confirm my suspicions, I took out my phone and asked my buddy to take a picture of me.

Soon, the photo was taken. After a few buddies took a look, they all gasped. The me in the photo is exactly the same as they see it.

Later, a few of us hit the guts and went to the bathroom again.

This time, nothing terrible happened, and I was in the mirror, just as I was in their eyes. At this moment, everyone believed that it was a hallucination caused by drinking too much.

This somewhat terrifying episode was eventually turned out to be a farce, but in my heart, I couldn't be happy.

In this way, at night, I was left alone in the house of Nuoda.

Originally, a few buddies were going to take me to the bar to play, but during the day, I drank too much alcohol and I was not in the state at all. In desperation, I had to give up.

Ever since my buddies left, I've been lying in bed with a groggy head, and I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't sleep because of a burning stomach.

I don't know how long it took, but I felt a urge to urinate, and I sat up from the bed, shook my head vigorously, and went to the bathroom.

After making it easier, I went to the sink to wash my face. When I raised my head, I saw that my hair was messy now, and I looked very embarrassed.

I didn't pay attention for a while, so I picked up a towel and wiped my face. Suddenly, I felt like I remembered something.

I slowly looked into the mirror, and a tingling scene happened.

In the mirror, I have short ear-length hair, jet black and shiny, and a round little face.

I clearly remember that my face was not round and very thin. And, during the day, I saw me in the photo. It's completely different from the torture in the mirror.

I rubbed my eyes vigorously, and the next moment, my mouth slowly opened wide. Because the most incredible scene I have ever seen, the towel in my hand is blue. What is reflected in the mirror is a white towel.

I shuddered and slowly turned my head to where the towel was hung. It didn't matter, and I immediately sat down on the ground in fright.

In the place where the towel is hung, there is a white towel missing. I looked around and saw that it hadn't fallen to the ground.

I almost crawled out of the bathroom, and my legs were already scared to go limp.

This time, I wouldn't be naïve enough to think it was a hallucination. Even the events of the day, they are not hallucinations, but they are really happening. And, right on me, maybe it's been eighteen years!

I crawled back to my room, locked the door, picked up my phone again, and flipped through the photo album. When I saw it, I immediately threw my phone out.

I covered my head with the quilt, and the whole room was quiet, but my heart was getting more and more afraid.

After a while, I thought to myself that this was not the way to go, so I picked up the phone that had fallen on the ground and wanted to call a buddy.

But if people click on their backs and stuff their teeth when they drink cold water, the mobile phone has been broken in the panic I just fell, and it can't be turned on at all.

Discouraged, I put my phone aside and stared at the computer for a long time.

Next, I quickly set up the phone and searched the web for incidents of mirror hauntings.

To my disappointment, I didn't find any clues about it, and there are no records of examples like mine on the Internet.

However, in one post, I came across a passage by chance.

Although the two worlds of yin and yang coexist, the people of the two worlds basically can't see each other.

Except for some special reasons, or their own yang fire is not prosperous, such a person can see the soul of the underworld.

In order to restore the yang, some evil spirits will parasitize the living who are not in the yang. Such a practice, in general, is similar to demon possession.

Ghost possession is extremely damaging to yang energy for living people. But parasitism is different, it will slowly erode the body of this living person, and on weekdays, the living person who is parasitized looks no different from ordinary people, and its own yang energy is also very little.

But compared to ghost possession, parasitism is too safe. The parasitic yin spirit will slowly assimilate the parasite. Over time, the body will eventually be completely used for its own purposes.

But there is one thing, once the parasite dies, the parasitic yin spirit will also be extinguished at the same time. So if you weren't fully prepared, few Yin Spirits would risk being parasitic directly.

Moreover, the conditions of parasitism are very harsh, and it must be parasitic when the parasite is still a baby, otherwise, the older you are, the lower the chance of parasitism success.

After reading this paragraph, I was suddenly shocked, could it be that I am a parasite?

When I think of this, I just feel my hairs stand on end.

Later, I looked up some ways to hack parasites on the Internet.

But the answers given online are vague, and there is no clear indication of what method to use.

Just when I was discouraged, I saw a person's self-report at the bottom of the post.

It is said that the man suspected that he was possessed by a demon, and in panic, he came to a dark alley in the middle of the night.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he pronounced his name every time he took a step forward, and then glanced at the shadow under his feet.

After repeating this for thirteen times, he suddenly found that there was another shadow next to his shadow.

According to legend, this is the ghost attached to him.