I finally slept for a while, and the alarm clock on my phone went off, but I really couldn't help it. Doing this line of work, what you earn is hard money, two to three chapters a day, the reader may seem to be a matter of a few minutes, ten minutes, but let us climb the lattice to write, six or seven hours is normal, even if you are very sleepy, you have to get up to work, how do you say that? The mountains are edgeless, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and earthquakes in winter and the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are combined, and they cannot be broken.

Sleep and mental state,It's always been linked.,Mental state is not good.,Writing.,It's not very smooth.,Write until eight o'clock in the evening.,I finished writing the three chapters.,I smoked half a pack.,Half of my head hurts.,The last time I was so sad.,I don't know when it happened.。 I like to masturbate a few handfuls after work at night.,Don't think about it.,It's masturbation.,It's not that.。 This day is no exception, well, maybe there is a feeling that you won't die if you don't die, but after a busy day, it's really good to relax mentally before going to bed.

Log in to the account, connect to the server, the system automatically matches the team, I stretched my waist hard, ready to fight, la la la la de macia, the grass is forever home, brother's Galen is very awesome. However, just as the team was matched and ready to enter the battlefield, the game program automatically closed, and then the WORD program popped up, which was the document I wrote the manuscript for.

To be honest, I'm a little scared again. Every horror writer has a heart to die, you see I was frightened in the middle of the night, but after I got up, I still wrote the experience of the first night as a story. It's a real story.,It's always more emotional.,If it weren't for that.,I might really not be able to complete the tasks of those three chapters.,But at that moment,I found that the document moved on its own.,Like someone pushing the mouse's wheel.,Slowly scrolling down.,And my eyes can't leave the document.。 I was forced to go back to the horrors of the night before, word by word. It's different from when I write, when I write it, I have the excitement of creating, but when I read it, it gives me the feeling of returning to that horrible night.

I pressed the power button and turned off the computer, maybe it was poisoning, maybe it was too tired, I didn't want to think about it. After all, at noon, I had already cut a few pieces of paper out of paper and burned them in the kitchen, so the good brothers should be satisfied. Forget it, let's go to sleep, maybe when you wake up, there's nothing to do.

My new house, in the decoration, a little bit of a small fork, the area of the TV wall is smaller than I imagined, so in the decoration, I even the TV wall, with the bedroom door, have been uniformly decorated, usually close the bedroom door, the door and the TV wall into one, some friends have come to my house will say to me: "Your anti-theft measures are really good, if you don't pay attention, you can't find where the bedroom is." ”

But this time, when I reached for the bedroom door, it didn't. There are no markers such as doorknobs on the door, when it was just renovated, I missed the place a few times, but now I have lived here for half a year, how can I make a mistake? I pushed hard twice, but I couldn't open the bedroom door. Confused, does it mean that I am too dizzy to write and touch the wrong place? I went to the wall and got close to the place where I was looking for the crack in the door, but after looking for a long time, I found that there was no crack in the door on the TV wall at all! That's right, there is no crack in the door at all, my bedroom door is gone!

I lifted my foot and kicked twice where it should have been the door, but nothing happened. Could it be that my bedroom is just lost?

No, no, last night, there was a yin wind blowing on my face, as soon as I closed my eyes, it blew, and today the door is gone, is this not letting me sleep? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder, if people don't sleep, their spirits will be bad, and if their spirits are not good, there may be many things that would not have happened, such as...... Chop vegetables and cut them into your hands, water flowers and fall downstairs, walk and break your feet, etc. Is this a ghost tormenting me? Usually my wife is at home, and the two of them have a care, but this time their unit organized a collective closed training, and it will take a full month to come back. In this tragedy, it hurts to be alone.

Forget it, haunted, right, it didn't directly hurt me anyway, the family won't let me sleep, can't I sleep somewhere else? Relatives and friends' houses, as well as hotels, where can I not sleep, I have to sleep at home?

Pick up a set of clothes from the drying rack on the balcony that had just been washed and dried the day before, and change into them. Grab your wallet on the coffee table and get ready to head out. However, I seem to have made a plan to end up in nothing. Yes, it didn't work, because when I got to the door, I realized that the place was now a wall. That's right, a wall, no door, no door!

In the study next to me, the computer I turned off automatically turned on, and the hum of the fan seemed to mock me, "You guys, what the hell do you want to do!" I screamed hysterically, but there was no response. Even the computer screen went black again.

I took out my phone and tried to contact my friends so they could save me, but the signal bar on my phone was empty. No signal, no signal at all. Hehe, is this trying to force me to death?

When people are in extreme fear, they often have two different manifestations, one is to be completely knocked down, and the whole body and mind fall into the deepest part of fear, and the other is to turn fear into anger. That night, I roared wildly in the house, smashing all the books, pillows, shoes, and so on all over the place, and yelling at the air, but to no avail, I still couldn't find the door to leave the house, and I still couldn't get in touch with anyone.

Later, I scolded that I was tired, I was tired, I was tired, so I lay on the sectional sofa in the living room and fell asleep regardless of it. That's right, it's a very careless look, the wind blows my face, I just fall asleep on my stomach, and the laptop in the bookcase has a changed tone of the audio version of "Yin and Yang Ghost Contract", I just didn't hear it.

Maybe it's this mentality that doesn't care about breaking the jar and breaking it that saved me. When I woke up the next day, everything in the house was back to the same state, the bedroom door was still open as soon as I pushed it, the door was still in its original position, the laptop was not opened, and the desktop computer in the study was not unusual. On the mobile phone, there are several missed calls from his wife.

I called my wife back first, and I said she was safe, I didn't want her to worry about my business outside, and then I went out with my laptop.

At the time, I thought ghosts were just in my neighborhood, but after staying at the hotel, I realized I was wrong.

On that day, my spirit was actually okay, but my mind was very chaotic, and I couldn't settle down to write at all, so I just wrote two chapters and stopped. Sitting on the floor of the bathroom, I turned on the faucet and let the hot water rinse my body freely. I always like this when I'm tired, and when the warm water flows over me, it can give me an indescribable sense of security. I don't remember which expert said that the reason why people like to take a bath and feel very comfortable is that in addition to objective factors, there are also psychological reasons, which will give people's bodies the illusion of returning to their mother's body, being protected, being cared for, so they are very reassuring. I don't know if the expert is this time, but in short, I think it's enough.

In a daze, I just sat on the floor of the bathroom, leaning against the wall, asleep, the wind was blowing on my face or something, I don't know if there was one, anyway, the surroundings were full of warm water vapor and the sound of running water, and even if there were, I couldn't feel it.

I don't know how long I slept, but in a daze, a smell that was a bit like rust got into my nostrils. I hated the smell because it used to mean I had another nosebleed just to smell it.

hand, subconsciously wiped it under the nose, opened a slit in the right eye, but did not see the slightest trace of blood on the hand. However, on the ground, there seems to be blood. I shuddered, whose blood is this, is it mine!? I thought back to what I had done before, and I desperately wanted to open my eyes to see if there was bleeding on my body, but my two eyelids became extremely heavy, and I couldn't open them except for the slit in my right eye.

I have to find a way, think of a way, otherwise, I may die. A little common sense knows that cutting wrists will not kill people at all, unless the cut wrist is soaked in warm water, warm water has a certain degree of anti-blood coagulation effect, if I have any wounds on my body, it is likely to continue to lose blood, and even, I can't open my eyes now, it may be caused by blood loss! What to do, what to do, what am I going to do next!? I can't move my body at all!

At this time, I remembered what I had seen in the stories in the past, as well as some of the passages I had written myself, many of whom used the tip of their tongues to forcibly refresh themselves. So, I did so and bit the tip of my tongue hard. At that moment, I just want to say that those masters who bite the tip of their tongues at every turn in the story are either psychopaths or masochists, and the pain that goes straight to the bottom of my heart makes me shudder, and a pair of eyes finally open.

But the next moment, I hated myself a little why I opened my eyes, there was actually half a person on the glass door between the feet! That's right, half a person! The front half of his body was inside the door, and the back half was outside, as if the door didn't exist at all. The man was covered in blood, his right arm was twisted at a strange angle, and one of his legs was simply broken, and the bone stubble pierced out of the flesh, the red flesh, the white bones, and the pale yellow fascia looked particularly terrifying in the hazy light of the bathroom light. And, he's, he's still smiling at me!

I was like screaming, I'm not sure, because I lost consciousness when I saw that......