When I learned that I could have avoided death together, but because of my laziness for a while, it caused such serious consequences, and imagined that the old man tried to wake up his sleeping self through the glass window before he died, but finally had to fall into the abyss of death, I felt regret and fear, and after a while I got the police's restoration of the scene when the old man died.

The old man must have accidentally pushed the unfixed dial while oiling the clock tower gears. So the whole body fell out, but he didn't fall down the stairs for the first time, but hung upside down on the "minute hand" of the clock dial, which can be concluded from the hole in his trouser leg that was penetrated, and the cloth hanging on the triangular needle of the minute hand, so he didn't fall down the stairs for the first time, but with the minute hand sliding all the way to the "six o'clock direction", that is, the direction closest to the window of my house, he knocked on the window with his fingers for help, causing a crack in the glass window, and then the minute hand ran to three o'clock, and the hour hand overlapped, and the old man's foot was blocked, He fell to his death after tearing his trouser leg.

"So I should have had a chance to save him?" My mood instantly dropped to freezing point, in stark contrast to the extreme excitement of yesterday.

"You don't have to be too yourself, after all, no one wants this to happen, it's an accident." The policeman comforted me. Upper soil trombone.

These words didn't really calm me down, on the contrary, I felt more uncomfortable. So after the police left, I sat in the house and smoked cigarette after cigarette, and I didn't get up and open the window until the room became smoky. It was early winter, and the green belt in the community was depressed, and it was only then that I realized that his house seemed to be the only one living in the community, because the square built by the community was empty, and all the houses as far as the eye could see were quiet, and there was not even half a human figure.

I suddenly felt a little numb on my scalp, and I couldn't say what I was afraid of, I wasn't even afraid of ghosts, and I couldn't think of what I was afraid of, but I just felt that the hairs stood on end, like a thorn in my back, maybe it was the huge loneliness that arose under the depression that made me feel afraid, I suddenly didn't want to live in a small area where I was alone, so I opened the door and went out of the room, but when I walked to the door of the community, I found that the wooden gate built in imitation of the European Middle Ages had been closed. No matter how much I pushed or pulled, I couldn't shake the gate even an inch.

He cursed a few words in a low voice. Subconsciously put his eyes on the crack of the door, hoping to see the staff passing by. But I found that there was obviously a gap in the door, but I could only see a black cloud, and I couldn't see the outside situation clearly, and it was not dark at this time.

I looked up at the sky, and put my eyes on the crack of the door but found that it was pitch black outside the house, I couldn't help but be strange, so I took out the miniature flashlight I carried with me from my pocket, and shone it towards the crack in the door, and suddenly I found that the "black" scenery suddenly blinked a few times, it turned out that someone on the other side of the door had been "looking at each other", and I was caught off guard and took a few steps back, and sat on the ground.

"Who's playing a prank?" Frightened and angry, I pointed to the door and said, "Are you fucking psychopathic?" It's kind of opening the door and coming in. ”

But the other party didn't pay attention to me at all, the wooden door didn't move at all, I took out the phone and prepared to call the police, but found that because the supporting facilities were not perfect, so the mobile phone had no signal at all, so I looked out at the crack in the door, and what made my hair stand on end was that I didn't know who belonged to the "eyeball" was still motionless in place "waiting for me", unlike last time, this time I didn't wait for me to shine with a flashlight, the eyeball began to blink non-stop.

I turned around and almost stumbled back to my house, and when I got to the house, I was about to open the door when I heard a cough from above.

This cough was obviously the voice of the old man, and I reflexively thought of the old man who watched the bell of death, because above my house is the clock tower, and the residents generally do not go up to the seventh floor, and ...... There seemed to be no other tenant in Mary's Mansion but me, and I couldn't help but look around the corner of the stairs, even though it was empty......

I suddenly found that my body was trembling a little, although I was not afraid of ghosts, but I felt guilty about this old man, I felt that his death was related to me, so my spirit was so tense, and at this time, a sigh that seemed to be there was like a thin veil "fluttering".

I couldn't bear to say loudly any longer: "Enough, I didn't mean to, I didn't hear your cries for help at all, it's unfair to me like this." After saying this, he took a deep breath, tried to calm his beating heart like a fawn, and walked upstairs.

Every time I stepped on the steps, I had to exert all my strength, especially when I reached the bend of the stairs, I almost dared to turn around with the determination of death, because the position of the gate of the clock tower was facing at the moment, what if I saw the "old man of the bell watchman" standing at the door at the moment, what should I do?

But I didn't see the scene I imagined, there was nothing on the steps leading to the staircase of the clock tower except air and bacteria, and the door of the clock tower was not locked, and a crack was slightly exposed at this time, which made me think of the encounter at the gate again, but here I saw very clearly that there were no "eyeballs", so I continued to walk up and push the door open, only to see that there was only a rusty iron bed where the old man lived, a table, a few chairs, and the rest were all kinds of gears on the back of a huge mechanical clock on the wall, At the moment, it is ticking and ticking, and there is not even half a figure.

"It seems that I am hallucinating due to excessive mental pressure." Thinking of this, I can't help but smile bitterly, what is called "happiness and sorrow" I finally have the most personal experience, back to the room I locked the door and put the table and chair against the door, although the ghost of the old man may not exist, but the eyeballs at the door are real, no one knows what kind of plans the owner of this eyeball has, so it is better to be careful.

Before nightfall, I checked the doors and windows again, and made sure that they were all locked, and then I went to bed with peace of mind, and after such stimulation during the day, I felt that my eyelids were heavy and could not be lifted at all, and I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept at night, and suddenly I was awakened by a "bang" sound, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the "old man on the clock" standing at the end of his bed with a bloody face, and the pair of gray eyes at the time of death stared at him, and his expression was indescribably strange and terrifying, without the slightest psychological preparation, but suddenly the huge sense of fear that people couldn't bear at all actually made me lose consciousness.

I never dreamed that one day I would be scared to faint.

When I woke up again, I felt weak and unable to stand no matter how hard I tried, whether I was "haunted" last night or whether I had a nightmare, at this time I suddenly fell into confusion, and in my current state, I could not be sure whether the dead old man I saw had really appeared in the night.

"What the fuck is going on with all this?" I couldn't help but start to get irritable, I tried to get up and cook some porridge for myself, and after a few mouthfuls, my stomach suddenly churned, I rushed into the toilet and opened my mouth to vomit, this vomit even vomited out the yellow bile, panting and leaning on the toilet with only one thought in my head: "Was last night's dream or is it really haunted?" ”

Before I could figure it out, I suddenly heard the sound of people talking outside the house, which was the best music for me, because the place "Mary's Mansion" was a luxurious prison for him at the moment, and I had the greatest happiness in my life here, but after a very short period of happiness, there was more fear and uneasiness, although I could not be sure whether the strange phenomena such as the eyeballs behind the door, the cough on the stairs, and the "old man with the bell" at the bedside were real or hallucinations.

When I opened the door, I saw two policemen standing outside the house who had come to handle the case chatting, and one of them said, "You went up yesterday?" ”

I was a little surprised and said, "How do you know?" ”

"Because your shoe prints were detected on the spot, which was not there before yesterday morning, because there is no one living here for the time being, so we negligently did not pull up the separation line, can you ask why you went to the clock tower yesterday?"

"Because I heard coughing and sighing."

The two policemen looked at each other, judging from their expressions, they definitely didn't believe what I said, but there was no reason to question it, and after a while they were silent and the two were about to leave, I hurriedly said: "Comrade policeman, I don't know if I dreamed or saw it with my own eyes last night, I seem to have seen the old man who fell to his death standing at the head of my bed. ”