Panic at midnight, please close your eyes when it's dark, I'm a ghostly madman, please get ready to scream, and start our story "A Ghost Hand" today!

"Uh~hiss~!" "Today, since I was injured, my mother, who has been taking care of me, saw that I was in a good mental state, so after settling me, I went to busy with the housework that had been backlogged for a long time, and when I saw my mother go out, I endured the severe pain in my left hand, and took out my mobile phone to check the messages that readers gave me.

I'm Qu Youran, an ordinary young man who is no longer ordinary, because I like to write things since I was a child, so by chance a few years ago, I became an ordinary writer for a horror novel website.

I feel that I am such a person, with a very human way of thinking, and the courage of the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, my story was quickly accepted by more and more people, seeing the praise one by one, every sentence full of encouragement and motivation, gave me greater motivation, I feel like a machine that makes stories, as long as there is motivation, you can run without sleep.

I thought that my writing path would go on so smoothly, until one day, when I was happily sitting in front of the computer as before and preparing to write a story, I suddenly felt a blank in my brain, I used to be able to write 18,000 words casually, that day I was looking at the blank editing page in front of the computer, and for half an hour, I didn't write a word.

At that moment, I felt hesitation and fear, and my mind kept thinking, why is this happening, is it because I am sick?

My mother came in to see me staring at the computer in a daze, and she said to me with some distress that I was tired of writing too much recently, so I should take a break when I am tired.

Thinking about it, this is the only reason that is more reasonable, anyway, there are some manuscripts, it doesn't matter if you write a day or two less, turn off the computer and go to sleep directly, sleep is the best way to rest.

What I didn't expect was that the same thing lasted for a whole week, when I was writing a "series of stories" and there was a series of stories that were still half unfinished, and readers and friends saw half of it and found that there was no follow-up, so they all came to urge me to ask why I didn't continue to write?

I didn't want to write because I didn't know what to write anymore, so I told a friend I talked to a lot about my situation, and he told me that it might be that I had encountered a "bottleneck" and couldn't break through it for a while.

I asked him to make it simpler, and he told me that the simple thing is that all my creative inspiration has been used up, just like a machine, all the energy has been exhausted, and naturally there is no way to work, and if you want to continue to write good works, you have to replenish energy, I asked him how to replenish it, and his answer was very simple, only three words: "I don't know".

Writing is a very time-consuming job, especially for us who are prolific, and being productive means that we need more time, and this time, whether it's day or night, I've basically spent all my free time on writing stories in codewords, and I haven't been out of the house for a long time, so tonight I decided to go out for a walk, maybe I can find a little bit of so-called inspiration.

It was on that night that I met him, a very strange old man, dressed very strangely, behaved very strangely, and felt that we were not the same era at all, I did not understand what he said, and he did not understand what I said, but I was very curious, and we talked happily for hours.

He said that his surname is Pu, and he also writes ghost stories, and his age should be my senior, so I asked him for advice, first told him about his current situation, and then asked him for verification, I can't write a word now, is it because I have no creative inspiration, as long as I get the inspiration back, I can still think like a spring, and write like a god?

The strange old man laughed when he heard this, and instead of answering my question, he asked what I thought was the main reason for writing a good story.

I thought about it and replied: "Relying on the accumulation of experience, flexible brain thinking, only listen more, see more and study more, and skillfully convert these things that are heard and seen into words, and it becomes a story" I felt that what I said was right, but the old man Pu denied my statement, he said that the key to writing a good story is to rely on a pair of hands, and said that if he is willing to give me a hand, I don't think I thought much about agreeing.

I don't know when I was woken up by the sharp pain in my hand, and when I woke up, I was lying on the hospital bed, and my left hand was still wrapped in thick gauze, and I couldn't see the current situation of my hand clearly, but I only felt the pain of the whole hand, which was unbearable!

Later, I heard from my family that the day I went out for a walk happened to be the Halloween Festival on July 15, and there were piles of ashes left over from burning paper everywhere on the streets.

The fire in these ash heaps was basically burned out, but for some reason, when my family found me, my left hand was buried in an ash heap, and the residual heat inside had burned my hand to the bone.

Fortunately, the medical technology is more developed now, a large area of skin grafting was carried out on my hand, and the operation was very successful, only the doctor told me that the hand after skin grafting is likely to cause blood circulation, let me try to remove the gauze, move my fingers more, but the family is always worried that my hand has not recovered, and I am not allowed to move casually.

Just now I took advantage of my mother to go out, secretly checked the mobile phone, the reminder message sent by readers and friends, I couldn't bear to let them continue to wait like this, so I secretly removed the gauze on my left hand, turned on the computer, and began to write stories in codewords, I don't know why the injured left hand, when typing, not only does it not hurt, but also becomes more flexible and easy to use than before.

In this way, my writing journey began again, but it only lasted less than a week, my brain went blank again, my inspiration was gone, and I couldn't write any stories again!

Just when I was at a loss and wanted to take advantage of the night to find a trace of inspiration, I met the old man Pu again, and he asked me with a smile, is that hand very useful?

At this time, it dawned on me that the reason why my hand was injured was all caused by this old guy, and I was so angry that I wanted to pull out all the white beard on his chin, but his words made me stop my impulsive thoughts: "Are you unable to write a story again, do you want me to help you again?"

Hearing this, I raised my hands, my right hand is still the original right hand, and my left hand has no flesh and skin, only dry white bones remain, it looks very terrifying......!

A month later, both of my hands were white bones, and I couldn't write a story again......