Wake up from a frightened dream, the scorching sun is scorching and cold.

It's over! Inspiration is exhausted again, sitting in front of the computer can't write a word, and the little popularity that has been accumulated is probably going to be wasted again, no new works, how should I be a rookie writer!

I'm Xiao Lang, a super amateur mesh horror rookie writer, not famous, but I think I'm quite dedicated, every day my task is to search the intestines and scrape the belly, dig out more and better and more attractive works, because only in this way do I feel worthy of the few readers and friends who support me.

I'm not a creative genius, so it often happens that I don't know what to write, whenever this time I am worried about not being able to do it, I have to try all kinds of ways to stimulate my creative potential, not to say that I have a dream day and night, although it is a good time at noon, it should be a good man sweating like rain when I struggle, but I was lazy, and decided to sleep well, looking for a trace of inspiration in my sleep.

Dreams are not something that can be done if you want to do it, especially if I want to dream in order to stimulate creative inspiration, so the technical difficulty coefficient of making this dream is very high, and some auxiliary props are needed to do it, like a psychopath, I found out the precious reading materials I have purchased in the past few years, nearly 100 horror books spread over the entire bed, and then burned a stick of incense at the head of the bed, and then pillow a few bound books under the head, and began my "dream urging spirit**".

I guess it's supposed to be that I'm exposed to too many things in the supernatural horror method.,When I woke up, it was already sunset.,The books under my head were almost soaked in my saliva.,I slept until I woke up naturally, and I didn't have a dream.,And I slept very uncomfortable.,Maybe the "pillow" is too hard.。

Rubbing my aching neck, I walked into the bathroom in a daze, wanting to wash my face and sober up, but the moment I opened the bathroom door, I was completely stunned by the scene in front of me, there was no washbasin to wash my hands and face, no shower, no toilet, and some were a staircase leading downstairs I don't know how many floors.

I clearly remember that it was summer now, and to put it a little indecently, I didn't wear anything outside, and I would be sweating profusely when I came back from a walk, as if I had just finished a sauna, but now the corridor where I was in a cloudy wind, cold and biting, and the surrounding was surprisingly quiet, and there was no one around.

Could it be that I am in a dream now? I guessed, stretched out my finger and pinched my arm hard, and a piercing pain came from my arm in an instant, so real, it couldn't be a dream? If it's not a dream, then there is only one possibility, that is, I really encountered a supernatural event.

In other words, others would have felt very scared to encounter this kind of thing, but I am not afraid at all, and even a little excited, in my opinion, the so-called ghosts and spirits are like in my story

As written, not every one of them is a terrible anomaly, they are just like us humans, there are good people and bad people, and those who harm people are only a few of them, and most of them are very kind.

I walked slowly down the stairs, my body shaking, not from fear but from the cold.

"Uncle, are you sick?" a voice like a marshmallow sounded from behind me, and I saw a person wearing a pink cotton jacket with two buns tied on her head, a bit like the Ruyi doll in the auspicious Ruyi in the New Year's sticker, and at the moment she was tilting her little head and staring at me with big eyes and curiosity.

"She may be the legendary ghost, she looks so cute, and it's a shame that she died at such a young age!" I thought to myself.

"Uncle is not sick, but he feels a little cold, and the children are so late, why don't you come home yet?" Before I could finish my sentence, the door of the room beside me was opened, and out of it came a young woman with a pale face as paper, looked at me with wary eyes, and then without saying a word, she pulled the little girl into the house.

"Goodbye, uncle!" said the little girl politely to me, but was reprimanded by the young woman.

It seems that ghosts are really as good and bad as we humans, some are cute like little girls, and some are annoying shrews like little girls' mothers.

I continued to walk downstairs, vaguely heard someone crying, I went downstairs a few floors, the crying became clearer and clearer, and found that the crying person was close at hand, it was a long-haired girl with a very good back, who seemed to have encountered something sad, sitting on the stairs at her door, crying very sadly.

The appearance of the beautiful pear blossom with rain always makes people feel strong pity, so I want to comfort this girl, boldly sit down beside her, look ahead instead of staring at the girl's face and a certain part of the body, a bit like talking to yourself and say to the girl: "You are sad late at night, I can't sleep, it can be regarded as a kind of fate, it is better to talk about your story together, tell me the reason why you cry, I can share your general sadness, so that your sadness is halved, and you will not feel sad" 。

The girl sobbed, with a hoarse voice crying, and I told a sad love story, it turned out to be an infatuated silly girl who was hurt by love, since it is a silly girl is easier to deceive, a simple flicker a few words, just persuade her to be good, you say this girl is really, I was kind enough to chat with her in the middle of the night to make her happy, not grateful to me Forget it, when I left, I also took away the "first kiss" that I had been guarding for nearly 30 years , Her lips are very cold, isn't that the ghost like this, there is no body temperature at all, the body must be very cold, and the taste of leeks is a little heavy after she eats leeks tonight.

After seeing the sad girl, I feel even more pity, so cute"

Ruyi Doll "is gone so long ago, such a beautiful girl also died early, God is really fair, gave them beauty and cuteness, but took their lives early, I continue to go downstairs, see what other adventures."

But before I reached the next floor, I saw two police uncles in uniform, I walked with the two of them face to face, the two police uncles looked at me, and then one of them asked the other: "The guy who ran around the corridor in his underwear was mentioned in the police call just now, should he be talking about him, right?"

The other replied: "It must be him, there should not be many people who dress around like this and scare little girls on such a cold day in winter."

In this way, I was taken into the police station, where I was interrogated for a long time, and I also remembered that it was not a dream at all, but my real experience, because every day I was writing at the cat's house, and I didn't go out for a long time, what the season was like outside, I didn't know at all, and I didn't know who lived upstairs and downstairs, as for why I saw the stairs when I went into the bathroom, the reason was very simple, I woke up too confused and went to the wrong door.

(End of chapter).

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