Nightmare Attack

"Her computer is a laptop, and the screen is slightly buckled down. I calmed down for a while and waited until the phone's ringtone disappeared before daring to walk over."

　　 "Slowly turned on her screen, and found that the screen was black, but not the black that the screen was turned off, but...there was a picture on it, but the picture itself was black."

"It's not right to say that it's dark, it should be...it should be that it's blurry!" The girl said as if confirming: "The screen seems to be covered with a gray filter, and the black areas are not uniform, only blurred. Outline."

　　 Hearing the girl's description, Fatty and Huai Yi were obviously a little nervous. They had seen similar scenes, but the results were not very good.

　　 Jiangcheng was very calm. He looked at the girl with a pair of eyes, and his eyes were full of concern. He took the girl's trembling hand and said softly, "Don't be afraid, we are all here."

But this time, Jiang Cheng’s comfort didn’t have much effect. The girl’s body couldn’t stop trembling, and her voice became strange. “I had a feeling at the time. As long as I get closer to the screen, I can see if I get closer. Clear what is on the screen."

　　 "And then?" Someone urged, it was a man in a plaid scarf.

The girl was questioned for a moment, and then she shook her head violently as if she suddenly realized something, "But I didn’t, I was scared, and I didn’t know what I thought at the time. I took the phone and called my roommate again. A phone call and want to see what happens this time."

　　 The next second, the girl suddenly raised her head, her face had faded from the blood, she became pale and desperate, "It's ringing, the phone ringing is ringing again!"

　　 "It was sent from the computer...no, it was on the screen, it was from the screen!!!"

"There was something flashing on the screen, which slightly dissipated the surrounding darkness. It was my roommate's phone!" The girl said in horror, "I also saw a pale hand holding the phone. It was my roommate. She's right, there is a four-leaf clover bracelet on the wrist of that hand, which I gave to her!"

　　 "You mean your roommate appeared in the video?" Jiang Cheng asked.

　　 "It didn't show up, she was caught in, just because she didn't come here on time, that post is true, it's a curse!"

"Then...then..." The girl gasped violently, "The picture on the screen suddenly changed. First, everything disappeared and turned into pure darkness. Then, a crack suddenly opened in the middle of the picture. The light came out through the gap."

　　 "The gap gradually widened, and through the gap, I saw a person's back."

　　 "It's me, it's myself!"

　　 "I am standing in front of the computer with my back turned to it, with my mobile phone in my hand."

　　 "I also heard a creak of the cabinet door being pushed open, but it was not from the computer," the girl collapsed suddenly and said with a cry, "Behind me!"

　　 Everyone immediately thought of the wardrobe where the corners of the clothes were exposed before. It seems that there is something hidden in it, but it is not her roommate, but... other things.

　　 "I fainted, and when I woke up, I was lying in the infirmary of the school. It was my classmate next door who found something was wrong and saw me lying on the ground through the window."

　　 "But when you woke up, you found that your roommate was really missing." Jiang Cheng asked, "Is that right?"

　　 The girl nodded and whispered: "Yes, she disappeared."

　　 After a while, the girl raised her head again and asked in an imploring tone: "I...Is this the task completed?"

　　 After all, she did tell a psychic story just now, which is regarded as fulfilling the requirements of that mysterious post.

　　 "Who knows?" The thin and tall man also showed a helpless expression. He helped his glasses, as if made up his mind, "No matter what, I will talk about the next one."

　　 The tall and thin man paused, then suddenly lowered his voice: "My story's name is Dong."

　　His voice is very magnetic, giving everyone an immersive feeling, "There was once a writer who lived in an apartment when he was collecting customs in a field."

　　 "The apartment is of the older kind, and the location is remote, but fortunately, the rent is cheap and it is not noisy, so the writer is very satisfied."

　　 "He goes out to gather wind during the day, and writes in the room at night."

　　 "Unexpectedly, he was very lucky. He visited a good story during the day on the first day. He had a clear idea at night and wrote in the study until late before returning to the bedroom to sleep."

　　 "But when he fell asleep, he woke up suddenly, not having a nightmare, but being awakened, and he heard a strange sound."

　　 "Boom."

　　 "Boom."

　　......

　　 The sound is very rhythmic, about once every ten seconds, like someone knocking **** the wall.

　　 He followed the sound and found that the sound came from the direction of the study.

　　 is the one where he writes.

　　 He couldn't help but feel puzzled, and slowly opened the bedroom door and walked towards the study, the knocking sound became clearer along the way.

　　 He was sure that the percussion came from the study.

　　 Holding a fruit knife in his hand, the writer quickly opened the study door.

　　 Then turn on the light.

　　 But there is no one inside, only his laptop is on, and the screen glows faintly.

"no one?"

　　 Not only was there no one, but after he opened the door, the knocking sound was also gone.

　　 The study is not big, and there are only a few places where people can hide. After checking it again, he found nothing. The things he put in the study have no trace of being passive~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Is there too much pressure recently? "The writer said to himself that he was so tired that he didn't take it seriously, and turned around and went back to sleep.

　　 turned his head and came to the next day again, which was also late at night. He was awakened by a knocking sound, and when he opened the study door, the knocking sound disappeared again.

　　 One time may be caused by stress, but if it happened twice in a row, it was not that simple. He suspected that someone deliberately.

　　 is probably the neighbor next door.

　　 He walked to the wall next to the study, knocked hard a few times, and found that it was very similar to what he heard.

　　 I don't know if it was an illusion, but he heard something like a noise next door.

　　 Early the next morning, the writer ran to the next door and knocked on the door for a long time, let alone someone opened the door, and there was no sound inside.

　　 "Don't pretend to be dead with me, I know you are at home!" The writer stood in front of the door and asked, "Didn't you knock it out last night? If you have the ability, don't be bullshit!"

　　 The writer waved his hand when he saw that the other party was afraid to speak. He turned and went downstairs. When he met the landlord who rented his house, he angrily told the landlord about the night.

The landlord is an elderly lady, wearing reading glasses, walking tremblingly, after hearing the writer’s story, she looked incredible and said: "Young man, did you make a mistake? People have lived, how many years have been empty."