“My eyes are uncomfortable.” The soreness in my right eye made me cry.

“How did you get it, which eye?” a middle-aged woman turned her head and asked with concern.

But I don’t know her, yes, I have never seen her.

“Right eye, sour.” I don’t know why I would answer a stranger’s question, but subconsciously told me that this person is my mother.

The middle-aged woman took out a piece of brown from her worn-out clothes and walked towards me.

“What is this?” I wiped the tears from my face with my hand.

She didn’t reply, she stared at me straight, I was a little scared, and took two steps back. She grabbed my hair and pushed me to the ground. Her strength was surprisingly strong, and I didn’t have the ability to resist. Only at her mercy. She wiped the brown thing on my right eye, and my eye seemed to be sewn with thread. With my left eye open, I saw a weird smile on her mouth.

“This is a good thing.”

What is this good thing? I cursed in my heart. I said it’s not a good thing, because my eyes are more uncomfortable than before. Not only are they stuck together tightly, but also there are bursts of tingling, burning sensation getting stronger and stronger, this eye can still be kept ?

She finally let go of me. I couldn’t wait to buckle off the things from my eyes, but I couldn’t buckle it anymore. She seemed to be very angry when she saw me buttoning up what she had smeared on me. Apart from anything else, she raised her arm and violently scratched my two ears. I suddenly felt dizzy, unable to support it, and collapsed on the ground. Ghost story: www.guidaye.com
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“Get me to the backyard.” She pulled me and threw it out of the house. I fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust. After a while, I got up from the ground, the bones all over, as if they had been reassembled. I pulled my aching body to the “backyard” she said. There is no cave in this backyard!

I was faintly excited. I looked around with my left eye. There were several tables. The tables were full of people. Everyone was reading carefully. Right in front, there are two Big bookshelf. Is this a library? I took a book closest to me and opened it to read. A big hand suddenly pinched my neck. I threw the book aside and kept pulling the big hand with my hand. I kept slapped, desperately In exchange for less air, I rolled my eyes and lost the ability to think. Finally, with my left eye, I caught a glimpse of a human head drawn on a book, this human head, and my like, I It’s going to die.

When I woke up in a small room, I touched my neck and it hurtAwesome. I began to think about where I was and why I was abused. I am dead or alive. Where should I go in a while? Well, I admit that I can’t answer these questions, maybe I am alive, maybe I deserve to be abused, maybe I am in my own home, and my memory makes me doubt its authenticity.
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Suddenly many people came in the room.

“Look at what you are playing. You are so dirty. Go take a shower and prepare to eat later.”

I don’t want to go. However, I dare not, one by one with wolf-like eyes, can’t wait to swallow me alive.

A person led the way. The blood stains on the walls and the ground shocked me. After I entered the so-called bathhouse, I was so scared to cry! I can’t describe that kind of fear. A glass tank the size of a room is full of blood, with some white foam on the surface, and the smell of blood strongly stimulates my sense of smell. I couldn’t help myself, barely leaning against the wall, and retching constantly.

“Why are you so strange today? Didn’t you like to take a bath before? Go in.” There is no room for negotiation. But how can I get in? That is bright red blood! That is blood!

“No…” The words stuck in my throat, and my chest was tight and I suffocated.

The man stepped forward, grabbed me who was already limp, pulled me clean with one pull, and threw me into the huge glass jar. The salty blood got into my mouth, and I stood up from the blood with all my strength. I wiped the blood off my face with my hand, and finally touched a square thing, oh my god, it’s human skin! Looking at this human skin with small eyes, I actually want to laugh unconsciously, yes! Yes! I like taking a shower the most. I like the deliciousness of blood…

At the end of the long corridor, a woman with loose hair, holding an eyeball in her hand, blood pouring from her eyes Coming out, two square pieces of human skin were scattered on the ground. The woman tilted her head and looked at a child in front of her with a smile. Yes, I am that woman. That child is a child who is unwilling to be lonely.

The child held a headless rag doll in his hand and muttered: “This sister is crazy, next one, who can I play with?”