I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling in confusion, unable to recover for a moment.

I felt like a lifeless piece of leather, cold and unconscious.

I sat up and the radio rattled.

"Congratulations, you've managed your first ghost."

"I feel terrible, and what am I capable of? How does it work? ”

"I don't know, you need to figure it out yourself."

Glancing at the radio, I walked out the door.

After looking around in the fridge and running out of food, I decided to go out to the supermarket.

As I washed, I found that my face was very pale, and I felt as if I had a mask with another face underneath it, and that it could come out at any moment.

Ignoring the discomfort, I cleaned up, pulled up my hood and went out the door.

Today is a cloudy day, there are no buildings in this small county town, and the gloomy clouds are very low, as if those buildings are propped up, which makes me feel very depressed.

Crossing the street, I walked into the supermarket.

"Ding-dong, welcome." The sound of mechanical synthesis rang out.

When I got to the food section, I picked up two buckets of instant noodles and was going to check out.

Suddenly, I smelled a strange smell, I turned my head to look at the stairs, the stairs led into darkness, the lights were not on on the second floor, and where was the cashier?

"Anyone?" I shouted.

I shouted several times in a row, but no one answered.

I slowly came to the top of the stairs, and the smell of blood came, and I looked to the second floor.

The second floor was unlit and dark, so I walked slowly up the stairs.

The quiet supermarket was only the sound of my footsteps.

"Click, click......"

Arriving on the second floor, I stood still and adjusted to the dark environment, looking around.

There are two bedrooms on the second floor, the living room has nothing, and the bedroom door is closed.

I walked over to a door, gently grasped the handle and turned it.

"Click." The door was pushed open a crack. I looked inside through the crack in the door, and it was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything, but there seemed to be a pair of dead eyes staring at me in the darkness.

I know that curiosity kills cats, but whether the contents are ghosts or not, I'm going to have to face them one day.

Taking a deep breath, I slammed the door open.

It's a pity that there is nothing behind the door, the furnishings in the bedroom are very ordinary, the bed, the TV, the wardrobe.

Closing the door, I turned and walked outside.

Suddenly, I stopped, my hair standing on end.

I heard the footsteps of a second man, a little slower than me.

Behind the second door.

I went to the door of the second bedroom, gently twisted the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

It was quiet again, and I looked into the room, which was just as simple as it was, but with a dresser.

I walked slowly into the house, and the footsteps came again, this time I locked onto my target, and the sound came from the mirror.

I moved as I listened to another footstep.

"Click"

"Click"

"Click"

"Click"

I noticed that the footsteps were getting shorter and shorter between the footsteps and my own.

I stopped before I walked in front of the mirror. Because the footsteps almost overlapped with my own.

I leaned down to look at the mirror, and my image was reflected in it, but for some reason, it seemed a little weird.

I stared at the image in the mirror, not daring to move for a moment, drops of sweat running down my head, nervousness filling my body.

Smile.

The man in the mirror showed a weird smile!

I jerked around and ran backwards, trying to open the door, but it seemed to merge with the wall and I couldn't open it no matter how hard I pulled the handle.

At this moment, there was the sound of hurried footsteps behind me. In the nick of time, I tried to push outward, and the door opened.

Without thinking about my own bad behavior, I quickly ran down, all the way out of the supermarket, and ran in the direction of home.

Behind me, a figure stood motionless on the second floor, looking at my distant back.

Back downstairs in my unit, I sat down against the wall and helped my glasses that were about to fall off.

I can't always run, the radio is right, I have to deal with the.

After a long silence, I began to sort out the information I had received.

The first is the overlap of footsteps, since the ghost thing didn't attack me at first, and it didn't react until the footsteps almost overlapped, indicating that the overlap of footsteps is an element that restricts its movements, and if it can't achieve the overlap of steps, it may not be able to attack me.

So how do you get your hands on it before it does?

With doubts, I returned home.

After washing my face, I looked in the mirror and felt the discomfort under my skin.

I tried to release it, red paint came out of my glasses, nose, ears, swirling and coating my entire face, and a red face appeared.

Is this my supernatural?

How do I use it?

Keeping the face, I came to my father's room.

"Beam... Wild, you... Seem... Encountered... Troublesome? "The sound of the radio was choppy and seemed to be disturbed.

"It's... It is... You... The supernatural... Strength? ”

"I feel... Myself... Received... Strong... Supernatural... Interference. ”

"That's not all." I lowered my eyes and whispered.

"Let's go, come with me and deal with that." The sticky red paint on his face flowed back down the seven orifices.

I picked up the radio, put my backpack on, put a kitchen knife in my bag, and turned around and walked out of the house.

It's already afternoon, and the small county town hasn't had a sunny day for a week, and today is no exception, it's also a cloudy day.

The thick clouds pressed down, giving a sense of suffocation.

Pulling up my hood, I walked briskly to the supermarket.

"Ding-dong, welcome." The mechanical synthesizer sounded abruptly.

I put my backpack on the counter and took out the radio and kitchen knife.

With a radio in my left hand and a kitchen knife in my right, I slowly walked upstairs.

As soon as I stepped into the second floor, I heard an incongruous footstep.

Squinting my eyes, I strode over to the ghostly bedroom.

With a bang, I kicked the door open.

I circled around the bed, and the footsteps almost overlapped.

Across the bed, I looked at the ghost in the mirror, and it smiled at me.

A viscous color of blood flowed from my seven orifices, gradually forming a bright red and hideous face.

In the mirror, I smiled.

The ghost's movements in the mirror become sluggish and stiff. Taking advantage of this, I launched a second wave of paranormal attacks.

I saw that the mirror also flowed with blood plasma, forming the same face, and the face gradually fell into the mirror, and the ghost in the mirror let out a scream, turned around and ran away.

Before it could take two steps, its body stopped.

The ghost turned stiffly, and there was a big red face on his face.

"This is my supernatural, suppressive and controlling."

"Now this ghost is under my control."

I calmly said that after actually experiencing it, I lost my fear of it, and perhaps it had something to do with controlling ghosts, and I felt that I had become much more indifferent.