i haven't woken up yet

"Something hot dripped on her face in the dark.

She stretched out her hand blankly and slowly, and touched her face lightly, and the thing stuck to her fingertips sticky.

There is a very fishy smell.

She is still at a loss, she is rejecting the answer formed in her mind, because she subconsciously knows that when she sees the truth, everything will be different.

But in the end, she raised her head.

A face was facing her.

It was a person, hanging upside down above her head.

Because it was too close, she could even clearly see the man's expression, such a frightened expression.His gray pupils clearly reflected his own face, as if they were not eyeballs, but round, transparent inorganic glass beads.His face was covered with blood, drop by drop, dripping down his cheeks.

— exactly what was dripping on her face just now. "

I type the last word in the document and sigh with relief.

I'm exhausted - I mutter to myself.I sat up straight and moved my arms at will, then closed the computer and threw it on the empty bed beside me. The soft quilt sank with the weight of the computer. Like a huge black mouth.

I was sitting on the double bed in my bedroom with the lights off and the shades closed.The night is very quiet, and this quiet and depressing atmosphere is the most suitable for my writing, because what I write is these dark and dark things, which are spooky and scary at best, and spiritual pollution at worst.There is no way, many people like this now, and this kind of subject matter has a very wide audience.

I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table by the light from the window. At a quarter past three, I wrote for more than three hours.I didn’t feel it when I wrote it before, but now I feel my mouth is very dry when I get up. After thinking about it, I simply turned over, got out of bed, walked to the kitchen, poured myself a large glass of water and drank it down in one go.

Thirst is relieved, and mental exhaustion emerges.

In fact, my schedule has always been very regular: I go to bed in the early morning, wake up at noon, eat breakfast and lunch together, have dinner later, and then work again until the early morning, repeating itself.It's time to go to bed too——I thought so, let out a lazy breath, and walked back to the room step by step.

My bedroom is not big, a double bed takes up most of the area, and the only furniture left is the bedside table and a wooden wardrobe next to the bed.I threw off my slippers, threw myself on the bed, rolled up the quilt, and rubbed comfortably on the pillow.

The whole room was so quiet that only the sound of my own breathing could be heard, so I closed my eyes in this peaceful and warm atmosphere.

Maybe it was because I was too sleepy, after a few minutes, my consciousness began to blur.I smacked my lips unconsciously, turned over, and suddenly woke up again.

I opened my eyes in the dark room, and before I had time to think about why I suddenly lost sleep, I heard a knock on the door.

Yes, there is a knock on the door.

"Knock knock, knock knock."

I was stunned, and the first thought that came up in my heart was: the door is so far away from the bedroom, why is the knock on the door so clear?

"Knock knock, knock knock—"

The rhythmic knocking sounded again, with such precise and rigid intervals that I almost thought it was some prim old man.However, unrealistic associations did not bring me comfort. I curled up stiffly under the quilt, the blood in my whole body stagnated and solidified from my fingers, and then gradually became cold and viscous.

It didn't seem to be coming from the door, but... from behind me, from inside that closet.

Who, or what, is knocking on the door of my closet?

The moment I thought about it, I didn't even dare to close my eyes again.My breathing seemed to have disappeared, and I didn't even dare to move a finger, as if as long as I didn't move, didn't face it, and let the darkness wrap me, I could avoid all panic and disaster.Time was withdrawn from me, and I was like the puppeteer of a burlesque show, in the suffocating silence of the utterly frightening dumb drama.

"Knock knock, knock knock."

The knocking was still ringing.I murmured in my heart with trembling lips, this is all an illusion, this is all fake, but every knock on the door brutally shatters my fragile protective film of self-deception.

After some time, the knocking on the door stopped.

I came back to my senses for a while, and found that I was sweating too much, and the quilt and pillow were slightly damp.I was about to let out the breath I had suppressed for so long, when I heard... the sound of the cabinet door opening.

I don't know if you have experienced it.People are completely unable to think when they are too frightened.My mind is completely empty, and I can only feel the coolness coming from the depths of my body - so cold, like the irresistible cold brought by the goddess of death touching your lips.The chill crawled all over my body, sucking my flesh and blood.

That second is infinitely extended.

Something crawled onto my bed, and I smelled a strong smell of blood, sweet and cruel.A hand grabbed my shoulder with such force that it seemed to tear me apart.

Viscous, scarlet, fiery, dead, howling, weeping...

The din of whispers flooded my thoughts and sent me sinking into the deepest depths.

I turn around.

I see a face.

As quiet as death.

In the next second, the world spins silently.

When I woke up, I found myself sitting at a small table in a coffee shop.

The coffee shop is very warm, decorated in warm colors, and green plants with green colors are placed everywhere.There is a cup of coffee in front of me, the milk foam is pure white and delicate, the latte art is a delicate and lovely leaf pattern, and there is a silver spoon with a handle carved with flowers beside the cup.

I was at a loss for a long time, and found that I couldn't remember exactly what happened just now.Why am I here, why am I drinking coffee—no idea.

"Sir, are you awake?"

A waiter came to me, "I think you fell asleep on the back of the chair just now. But you kept frowning, and suddenly woke up again. What? Did you have a nightmare?"

I turned my head to look at him in a daze, and found that he was a handsome guy.I was silent for a long time, during which I kept staring at the smile on his lips, and finally said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, I had a nightmare. I'm fine, you go and get busy."

I slowly remembered.

Yes... I seem to have had a nightmare.

Even though the fear was still there, I vaguely remembered something important that I saw in the dream, and I tried to recall it, but found that I couldn't recall a single thing.

Forget it, it shouldn't be an important thing.

I lowered my head, picked up the coffee, and took a big sip.After drinking all the frothed milk, I looked at my face printed on the coffee, and suddenly thought of a sentence.

—Who do you think you are?are you himWho is he?

...what a mess.

I shook my head, trying to get the weird thoughts out of my mind.For no reason, I thought of the face of the waiter boy just now, and I somehow felt that I had seen it somewhere, but maybe it was because he had worked in this store for a while.

I remembered that I had just eaten at Ning Qing's house at noon, and when I passed by this cafe, which was very close to our two communities, I came in out of boredom and sat down.

It's almost time to go back now.