Nightmare Attack

"Her computer was a laptop, and the screen was slightly downwards. I calmed down for a while, and waited until the ringtone disappeared before I dared to walk over. Read"

"Slowly opening her screen, she found that the screen was black, but it was not as black as when the screen was turned off. There was a picture on it, but the picture itself was black."

"It's not right to say it's black, it should be said to be blurry!" The girl confirmed, "It's like there's a layer of gray filter on the screen. The black areas are uneven and there are only blurry outlines."

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

Jiang Cheng acted very calmly, looking at the girl with concern in his eyes. 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 shaking, and her voice became strange, "I had a feeling at the time that as long as I got closer to the screen, as long as I got a little closer, I could see Find out what’s on the screen.”

"Then what?" someone urged, it was a man wearing a plaid scarf.

The girl was stunned for a moment when asked, and then she shook her head violently as if she suddenly realized something, "But I didn't, I was scared, and I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I took my phone and called my roommate again. I called to see what would happen this time.

The next second, the girl suddenly raised her head. The color on her face had long since faded, turning pale and desperate. "It's ringing, the phone is ringing again!"

"It's coming from the computer, no, it's coming from the screen, it's coming from the screen!!"

"There was something shining on the screen, which slightly dispelled the surrounding darkness. It was my roommate's cell phone!" The girl said in horror: "I also saw a pale hand grabbing the phone. It was my roommate. It was She’s right, there’s a four-leaf clover bracelet on that hand, which I gave to her!”

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

"She didn't show up, she was caught because she didn't come here on time. That post is true, it's a curse!"

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

"The gap gradually became larger, and through the gap, I saw the back of a person."

"It's me, it's me!"

"I was standing in front of the computer with my back turned and my phone in my hand."

"I also heard the creak of the cabinet door being pushed open, but it didn't come from the computer." The girl suddenly collapsed and said with a cry: "Behind me!"

Everyone immediately thought of the closet where the clothes were exposed before. It seemed that there was indeed something hidden in it, but it was not her roommate, but something else.

"I passed out and when I woke up, I was lying in the school infirmary. It was my classmate next door who noticed 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 moment, the girl raised her head again and asked in a pleading tone: "Have I completed my mission?"

After all, she did tell a supernatural story just now, which fulfilled the requirements of the mysterious post.

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

The tall and lanky man paused, then suddenly lowered his voice: "The name of my story is Dong."

His voice was very magnetic, giving everyone an immersive feeling, "There was once a writer who lived in an apartment while he was out collecting stories."

"The apartment is relatively old and the location is remote, but fortunately the rent is cheap and it's not noisy, so the writer is very satisfied."

"He went out to collect music during the day and wrote in his room at night."

"Unexpectedly, he was very lucky. He came across a good story during the day on the first day. He had a clear mind at night and wrote in the study until very late before going back to the bedroom to sleep."

"But while he was asleep, he suddenly woke up. It wasn't that he had a nightmare, but he was woken up. He heard a strange sound."

"Boom."

"Boom."

The sound was very rhythmic, about once every ten seconds, like someone knocking hard on the wall.

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

It was the room where he wrote.

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

He was certain that the knocking 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 was no one inside, only his laptop was open, and the screen glowed faintly.

"no one?"

Not only was there no one, but after he opened the door, the "dong-dong" knocking sound disappeared.

The study was not big, and there were only a few places where people could hide. After checking it, he found nothing, and there were no signs of being tampered with the things he put in the study.

"Have you been under too much pressure recently?" The writer said to himself. He was too tired, so he didn't take it seriously, turned around and went back to sleep.

Turning back to the next day, which was also late at night, he was woken up by another knocking sound. Just when he opened the study door, the knocking sound disappeared again.

Once it might have been caused by stress, but if it happened twice in succession, it was not that simple. He suspected that someone had done it on purpose.

Most likely the next door neighbor.

He walked to the wall next to the study room and knocked hard several times, and found that the sound was very similar to what he heard.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but he actually heard something sound coming from next door.

Early the next morning, the writer ran to the next door and knocked on the door for a long time. Not to mention that someone opened the door, there was no sound at all.

"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 have a good time knocking last night? If you have the ability, don't be cowardly and face it!"

Seeing that the other party did not dare to say anything, the writer waved his hand, turned around and went downstairs, where he met the landlord who rented his house and angrily told the landlord what happened at night.

The landlord was an elderly woman, wearing reading glasses and walking tremblingly. After hearing the writer's story, she said with an incredulous look on her face: "Young man, are you mistaken? There is no one next door to you." It has been empty for many years even though people have lived there.”