My mom turned on the light switch, turned to look at me, noticed the horror on my face, and quickly came over and stroked my forehead and asked me what was wrong.

Still speechless and unable to move, I was trying with all my might to take back control of my body when the horrible whimper rang out of the window.

My mom obviously heard it too, she was already timid, and now she was even more frightened and turned pale, and shouted my dad's name loudly.

My dad came from another room and asked my mom what was wrong. Before my mom could speak, my dad apparently heard the sound outside the window, and his face changed.

I saw him pick up the shovel in the corner of the room and strode towards the window, "Who's there?" He opened the window and yelled outside, questioning the other party and emboldening himself.

No one responded to him, but there was a gust of wind blowing, and the window slammed shut, almost hitting my dad's face.

The window slammed shut, almost hitting my dad's face.

He was also frightened, and shuddered a few steps back, and suddenly seemed to remember that there was still his wife and son waiting for him to protect him in the house, so he boldly walked back to the window. He stretched out his hand to push, his face turned red, and he even used the lever principle to pry it with a shovel, but the window did not move at all.

The whimpering outside the window was incessant, and my dad was a little stunned when he saw such a situation that violated the common sense of physics, and stood there a little confused.

At this time, I saw a black shadow faintly emerging from the window with a layer of frosted glass stickers, walking towards the window from far and near.

If you want to change to a more appropriate verb, I think "floating" would be more appropriate......

According to common sense, everyone knows that seeing things through frosted glass is very blurry, but when the object is completely attached to the surface of the frosted glass, you can clearly see what the object looks like.

But at this point, the mass of the thing gave me the impression that it was completely attached to the glass, but it still looked like it was just a black shadow, as if it was just a black mist and had no substance.

I don't know if you have a similar experience in life, you can feel it when you are being watched by others, even if that person is in the blind spot behind you. Later, I looked up relevant information on the Internet, and it was said that it was related to some information that had not been processed by the visual cortex, which was not a kind of extrasensory perception, but just felt but not self-aware. This way of processing stimulus information, together with common perceptions such as "sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell", constitutes a complex sensory system of organisms, enabling organisms to adapt more effectively to the living environment.

At this point, I could feel the disembodied black smoke staring at me, even if I couldn't see its eyes at all, of course, whether the thing had eyes or not, but I could feel that it was staring at me.

I couldn't move my whole body at the moment, and my breath was even more stagnant at the moment, and at the same time, my heart seemed to be clutched by an invisible hand.

My mother was also frightened, but she still noticed my abnormality in her panic. I had to admire the greatness of my mother's love again, and I didn't know where she got her strength and courage, so I picked up the mug in my hand and threw it at the black shadow.

Only a loud bang was heard, and the window glass and the cup shattered.

My dad also woke up to the sound of cracking, and rounded the shovel in his hand and headed towards the black mist.

I originally thought that the black mist would be dispersed under the swing of the shovel, but I didn't expect that when the shovel touched the black mist like cotton wool, it seemed to hit the hard solid, making a crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting, and the huge force of the shock caught my dad a little off guard, and he fell backwards for a while.

I was extremely anxious, but I was helpless, not to mention that I couldn't control my body now, even if I could, what could I do as a terminally ill waste?

My parents' efforts had no real effect on the black fog, and I was still under the suffocating oppression of terror for the first time in my life to feel so close to death.

Seeing that I was still in pain, my mother was also very anxious, crying and calling my father's name and asking him to hurry up and think of a way.

My dad had just recovered from his unbalanced state, and he was sweating profusely as anxious, and in an instant, he grabbed the man's handbag he had been carrying from the table, and reached out to pull out a crumpled yellow rune paper from it.

I saw that he took out a lighter and lit the rune paper, strange to say, that small piece of paper could burn so dazzlingly, even the reflection of the electric light did not affect its brilliance in the slightest.

The effect of the rune paper was immediate, and the black mist seemed to be very afraid of this small rune paper, only to see it shake under the reflection of the rune fire, and then shrink sharply, until it shrunk into a black ball, and quickly floated away into the distance.

The moment my dad pulled out the talisman paper and lit it, I felt the pressure on my body suddenly decrease, and the instinct to survive made me quickly spew out the high concentration of carbon dioxide that had been accumulated in my lungs for too long, and began to breathe in the fresh air.

My parents were also relieved, and their stress dropped sharply.

"Just ...... What's that? My dad asked, apprehensively.

"I don't know, I haven't slept or noticed how he appeared, and when I heard the movement, I couldn't move......," I said with a wry smile.

"Is it a ghost press? But isn't there a scientific explanation for the ghost press? What was that mess just now? My dad threw down the shovel and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

My mom was more emotional and timid by nature, and she had a nervous breakdown when the pressure suddenly disappeared, and she put her arms around my neck and cried.

"Where did you get that rune paper? I don't remember you doing this. "I'm a little surprised by the rune paper technique my dad just used.

My dad glanced out of the empty window at this time, found a broken stool and sat down, and said, "Do you remember your Uncle Li who sold fruits?" He gave. ”

"Fruit plums?" This is the note that my dad gave him when he saved his mobile phone number, which was originally for easy memorization, but it was appropriate with a hint of humor, and it was also easy to read, so it gradually became the nickname we called him.

"Yes, he stopped selling fruit and changed to fortune telling, you know this, right?" My dad took out a cigarette and lit it, and said slowly in the smoke.