A small red foot embroidered shoe, this time frightened me to stand up directly from the ground, just tripped me was actually a shoe, so frightened that I couldn't tell whether it was a child or a small foot woman, but the shoe really moved in front of me before. My legs began to tremble slowly, and even things like dreams made me lose my sense of proportion, but it wasn't a big deal until I trembled and held on to something beside me.

What I was holding on to was a wooden stair handrail. And the light here actually comes in from a window. "What is this place?" A strange thought came to my mind, and I immediately ran to the entrance of the stairs, and when I looked down, it was a ghost hitting the wall, and below me was the hall where I had stayed before.

What's going on? How did I get up? Even if it's a ghost hitting the wall, shouldn't it be in the same place? But I'm in another place I don't want to come to, what's going on with this house? Even dreams have to be a little bit logical.

In the dream, even though my consciousness knew that it was a place that did not exist, the extreme fear erupted behind the moonlight shining on the floor in front of me, because I saw the shadow of a woman reflected on the side of the embroidered shoe.

Everything in the house smelled of mold at this time, as if a corpse had been rotting for a long time in front of me, but now I saw that there was nothing else but this shoe, and the dilapidated walkway was completely dark after the moon had hidden in the dark clouds, and I felt very powerless, because the fear I had just now did not wake me up.

I began to wonder why I was still in my dreams. Is this dream so real? Could it be that I am free from the shackles of dreams, and my people have also entered into dreams? So then the place becomes the so-called real? Now I started to really panic.

"No, things won't be like this, I can't fall into a dream that I can't get out of for no reason." Could it be a lucid dream? I've heard that this kind of dream is to stay awake while dreaming. That is, to break through the shackles of one's own dreams on oneself. In the state of lucid dreaming, the dreamer can have the ability to think and remember when he is awake in the dream, and some people can even make their dreams feel as real as the real world, but they know that they are in the dream.

If that's the case, then maybe it's the same as Inception? Became the only way to get rid of the control of dreams by death?

Thinking about this, my fear has also decreased a lot. After all, things were not as bad as I had expected, and I looked around and saw that it was a corridor, and the corridor connected the two ends of the house, and the general layout was not much different from that on the first floor. I thought about it and walked towards the corridor on the left, but my thoughts were in a period of extreme confusion but I wanted to stay awake as much as possible, so it became an attitude that I didn't see things deeply, and if I thought about it carefully, I would follow the original train of thought and think, "Why do I have such a dream?" ”

But I didn't think about it that way at the time, I just walked towards a place I expected. It was right above the entrance where I had entered, and I wanted to know what was in that place where blood was seeping? But just as I was walking on the wooden floor, I suddenly saw a pile of dirt in my sight. The dirt was placed in the middle of the hallway, and although the house was weird, I always felt out of place when I looked at it.

I crouched down and looked at the pile of dirt and saw that it looked like it had just been dug up, and there were earthworms wriggling in the dirt. "No, that's not an earthworm, it's white. Oh, my God! That's a corpse worm. "I looked at the pile of dirt and saw that it was actually two wardrobes coming from. A closet shot quietly placed in the hallway.

I stood here, silent in the night, and I held my breath when a voice reached my ears, "Tick tock." ”

When I looked up, I saw that the two clothes were red teak and black cedar, and there was a pattern painted on the door of the closet, and the pattern was carved in a yin carving technique. Using a knife as a substitute for writing, the traces of a knife and the texture of the wooden structure are clearly reflected in the work, and finally the concave Yin characters are colored with red vermilion lacquer.

It's obvious that this is something that only existed during the Republican period, but the only thing that doesn't fit in is the pattern on the door. I couldn't understand the meaning of this set of patterns for a while, but I slowly walked over with a flashlight, and suddenly a burst of light reflected from the cupboard, and for a moment I saw the eyes of the woman on the inscription move.

"What's going on!" I took a few steps back and gasped frantically, alive, the woman on the pattern was alive. I shouted, but there was no one, no one here, this was my dream, I struggled to pinch myself with my hands, trying to get out of here, but after a long time I was still in this place, I continued to gasp for breath, and slowly quieted down, I took a step forward and knocked my hand on the plank of the closet. There was nothing in the darkness, only the ticking sound getting louder and louder, and it seemed to become an echo of me. "Is it blood?"

"No, this closet is empty." I thought that suddenly I saw that the place where the eye was was actually hollowed out, and that reflection was not a woman's eye carved into it at all, but a real person in the closet looking at me. "Who are you?" I took a few steps back again and asked loudly.

But she didn't speak, she stared at me with big eyes.

This dilemma, I think it is purely for me to train my courage, so I have to look at another cupboard, and while looking at it, I say, "I'm innocent, I'm innocent, don't eat me." "Actually, I think it's funny when I say something like this, but people are driven by fear to do everything, otherwise they wouldn't be scared. But luckily, I stumbled upon two holes in the door of the cabinet where the puppet was carved, and there seemed to be light reflected from the holes, but I was sure it wasn't a human eye, and I thought it looked like a pair of glass beads.

Soon I moved my eyes to the locks on the door of the wardrobe, the lock was a double-horned Pixiu gold pattern lock, it held its head high, its lower limbs were prostrate, and its whole body was covered with golden auspicious cloud patterns, I never thought that this thing could be used as a lock, because most of the Pixiu is used for fortune, good luck, and evil spirits. But in this kind of place, there are still two-horned Pixiu?

I wondered as I tried to pick the lock, which I think was a decoration at most! But when I first pulled it in, the lock was indifferent, a simple spring-loaded keylock, the keyhole was not large, and it seemed to be enough for me to hold it, but I couldn't shake it, but while I was distressed, suddenly a voice came from the closet. Crunch, and then I saw the closet door pushed open a crack.

When I woke up, I found that it was already morning, the air conditioner was still blowing, the window was pushed open a crack at some point, the morning breeze came slowly with the fragrance of flowers and plants, the curtains danced with it, the sun bloomed, and the desk calendar on the desk seemed to be turning excitedly.

I touched my mask, only to find that at this time I was already sweating profusely, the sheets were wet, groggily got up from the quilt, walked to the bathroom to take a shower, I looked at myself in the mirror and suddenly thought that I was actually more tired at night than during the day, why can't I continue to sleep during the day! When I was washing, I glanced at the huge clock hanging in the toilet and found that it was only 6 o'clock.

"6 o'clock?" I made a cup of coffee, sat down at my computer desk, turned it on, and looked out the window at the tall buildings while remembering everything in that haunted house last night. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but Baidu it, "The wardrobe of women and puppets." "The first few pages were all about Weibo and promotion, as well as Taobao's wardrobe for sale, and I didn't know where I got the spirit from at the time, so I just browsed the web while drinking coffee.

I thought it was a boring move, but soon I saw a link to Baidu Tieba pop up, "Help." This is the title of the post, the post was posted in the "Metaphysics" post bar, the time is 2012, and the words below Baidu are written like this: "Who will save me, yesterday I didn't know who drew a woman and a puppet in the closet of my home, and then strange things happened one after another." (To be continued......)