"Have you ever dreamed?"

"Have you ever dreamed of such a person in your dreams? ”

"One always likes to shrink into the shadows. ”

"He's always smiling!"

......

The woman sat in front of the computer, her face pale, and reached out to quickly type a few words on a supernatural forum and make a post.

Then he trembled and picked up the coffee that was already a little cold, and took a sip, the original pair of delicate and watery eyes, which were already full of bloodshots, the black eyes were heavy, and the face was extremely haggard.

Her name is Su Mei and she is the editor of a magazine.

Recently she encountered a strange thing, a very strange strange thing, she had a dream, and it was the same dream for five or six days in a row, although the scene in the dream was different, but no matter what she dreamed of, she could always dream of someone.

Every time she thought of this person, Su Mei felt a kind of cold attack, chills all over her body, she poured another cup of hot water, and her red eyes fell on the sketchbook in front of her, there was a person on it, to be precise, it should be a large shadow, the dark lines were staggered and messy, almost the entire album was painted, and in the shadows, faintly, it seemed that there was such a person.

The man's posture was strange, like squatting, like sitting, looking a little weirdly tall, hunched over, hunched over, with long hair covering his face, half-hanging down.

His chin was pointed, and his half-bared mouth seemed to grin.

He was laughing, grinning.

No sound.

A round, wide-stared eye, looming between the hair, the big ones seemed to have no eyelids, and there were scarlet blood streaks around the eyeballs, which looked very blurry, staring at her and looking at her.

Su Mei seemed to be in a trance, suddenly her body shook, the hot water in her hand spilled, she trembled, and then looked at the forum again.

I saw two more comments.

Zitian: "With just your few words, I can already conceive a supernatural story!"

Ning Qi: "Male? Maybe you want a WeChat account? It's been summer recently, and there are a lot of lewd men, so girls should be careful when they go out!"

Su Mei smiled bitterly silently, she had already told several friends around her about it, but no one believed her, they all felt that she was under pressure at work, and in order to find materials, she had trouble sleeping.

But it's all true.

What's more, she is also the editor of the Psychic Society, how can a timid person dare to do this kind of work, and she usually laughs at some bizarre and bizarre rumors, because she feels that these strange things are all made up, non-existent, and unwarranted.

But since she had this dream, she hadn't dared to close her eyes for two days, and the mental pressure and the fear in her heart almost broke down.

When the sketchbook is turned, the second page is still full of shadows, but compared with the previous one, it is more blurred, full of black lines, full of despair and depression, and it looks farther away;

There was a third, drawn earlier, as if a hunchbacked old man was standing in the distance, looking at her.

This person seems to be able to get closer to her every time she dreams.

It was as if he was about to run into her.

He can't be caught, he must not, otherwise, something bad will definitely happen.

Su Mei's heart trembled.

No matter where she slept, in the studio, or at home, whenever she was asleep, she could always see this person, no, she was already wondering if it was a person.

Not people.

She is really sleepy and tired, after graduation, she cherishes this job very much, but the state of this time, the editor-in-chief has been dissatisfied with her, if she doesn't rest well, she is afraid that she will be regarded as a psychopath.

"Amei, I'm off work, let's go!"

"Well, I'll leave when I'm done!"

Hearing the greeting of her colleague, Su Mei answered.

While she was forcing her spirit, she sorted out the material manuscript and looked at the forum posts by the way.

Someone got back to her again.

Night rain floating lights: "Don't sleep, don't sleep, or you'll be caught by it!"

Su Mei's eyes widened, her pretty face tightened, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and hurriedly replied: "What do you know? Help me! Please, no one believes me when I say it!"

She was so excited that she was about to cry.

But when she saw the man's reply, her face turned white in an instant.

Night rain floating lights: "I can't help you, because, I also dreamed!"

Su Mei's heart was cold, and she replied, "What is it?"

Night Rain Floating Light: "I don't know, but before we had three people dream of it, and now, the other two are dead, the death is very weird, you must not imagine their death, now, it's just me, I haven't slept for several days, and no one believes me, they all treat me as mentally ill, and they want to send me to a mental hospital!"

Su Mei replied worriedly, "How did your two friends die?"

The other party came back this time, and it was a piece of voice.

Su Mei hesitated for a moment, but clicked on it, and a strange laugh of eating came into her ears, as if there was still a hint of intermittent electric current.

"Hey, hey, you can't imagine that a person can actually hollow out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys by himself, and stuff his head into his stomach and sew himself into a ball, and the other one I found in the sewer of his house, a body of bones, as if it had been pumped out, soft, just like dough, stretched and slender, all deformed and twisted. ”

Su Mei shuddered when she heard this, and tears rolled in her eyes.

The other party replied again: "I'm almost there, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on, those two people died on the seventh day, how many days are you?"

Su Mei replied with trembling hands: "Five days!"

She was chilling.

Will it die?

It's still such a horrible way to die.

"Do you have a portrait of him? I'll draw it, see if it's the same!"

She replied.

Night Rain Floating Light: "Let's pick up the video!"

Su Mei didn't think about anything else, and hurriedly ordered a video invitation to come.

Soon, it was connected.

The screen was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, but it was bright red all around.

Su Mei asked, "What about you?"

A voice came back from the other side.

She turned on a little.

A strange sound was heard inside.

"Click-"

The sound sounded strange, as if something was bumping and grinding, and it was like grinding teeth, making strange noises, intermittently, and without a word.

Su Mei's heart was a little hairy when she heard this, she stared at the images displayed on the screen, and always felt as if she had seen it somewhere, and had some impressions, but where had she seen it?

The colleagues in the studio are gone, silent, only the strange sound of bumping in the speakers, faintly with a hint of electricity, a little weird.

Su Mei felt uneasy in her heart, and she reached out to get the water glass, but her eyes suddenly swept to the things in the sketchbook.

In an instant, as if she understood something, her face turned blue.

Trembling hands are about to turn off the video.

But suddenly, the picture in the video changed, and the darkness slowly retreated.

Su Mei finally saw it clearly.

It was a big eye, almost filling the entire screen, as if it was about to be squeezed out, black bloodshot all over it, wrapped in black pupils that occupied almost half of the eyeballs, and then a miserable face, sharp and long, with hair hanging down, two rows of completely bare teeth kept bumping up and down, he was laughing, laughing like grinding his teeth, and his big red and black mouth was grinning.

It was the monster in her dreams.

On the other side, it was dim and full of shadows.

"Click-"

Su Mei was so frightened that she forgot to scream, as if she was scared stupid, her eyes were sharply dilated, her heartbeat was about to stop, and she saw that in the shadows, a miserable white right hand with a strange length of thin bones with five fingers was slowly stretching towards her on the other side of the screen, she wanted to move, but her body seemed to be tied, as if she was frozen, and she watched the hideous monster hand grab her wrist.

A chilly and cold feeling struck suddenly.

"Ahh

Su Mei finally screamed.

A spirit, she suddenly opened her eyes, only to see the passengers around her looking at her, outside the window, is a field road, cooking smoke curling, morning dew has not dispersed.

Another dream.

But when she saw a faint black handprint on her left wrist, her face instantly lost blood.

The bus is almost there.

At the entrance of the station, a young man in a shirt was waving at her through the window, shouting:

"Sister!"