In the evening, I hate the evening. In the evening, she always takes a happy step and walks into the dancing crowd. As the crowd twists, her beautiful eyes will always look at the man next to her. Go, make me hate.
It’s hatred, but what does it have to do with me? She and I are just upstairs and downstairs. I haven’t even said anything. Why should I pay attention to her?
I was holding my head with severe pain, and I was in pain. Every time I turned on the TV, I played a horror movie, the ghost in the movie, and slowly climbed out of the TV screen. , I’m enjoying the thrill of screaming. It’s great. The owner of this horror movie today is just drinking human blood with relish.
I licked my lips, rubbed my hands vigorously on my knees, got up and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of drink, red and bloody in color.
The sky is getting dark, and there is a clatter of high heels in the corridor. I know she must be back, with the fatigue and sweat after intense exercise. If this sweat And tiredness is produced under me, so how lucky I should be.
I was fascinated, and I walked out involuntarily. She opened the door just to rub her shoulders. She didn’t look at me, so I could just look at her without fear. With her face, her hips, and her twisty waist, I swallowed and closed the door.
My heart was pounding, and I saw a black shadow out of my body, slapped my two mouths, and finally overlapped with me. I don’t know who this person is. , I only know that he has lived in my body for a long time, he likes to peep at her like I do, watching her twisted waist, so we overlap.
The night came so fast. Before I could finish watching a horror movie, it was dark. I stood up, not sleepy at all, and walked the house repeatedly. I listened to the movement upstairs with my ears up, crunching… the bed rang softly, my heart moved, why does the bed sound at this time? Isn’t she sleeping alone? Anger, absolutely anger, I ran upstairs a few steps, the door of her house was knocked on by the mountain.
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She came to open the door unkempt, she was taken aback when she saw me, and asked loudly: “What are you doing?”
” Downstairs… I heard movement in your house…” I stammered.
“Crazy…” She closed the door with a bang, and the door panel almost hit my nose.
I touched my nose and looked at her closed door. I was suddenly at a loss. What did I do? Why are you standing at the door of her house? I walked home suspiciously, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Papa… a drop of water fell on my face, I reached out to touch it, blood! I screamed and looked up again, a face on the shed was terrifying, and his eyes were dripping with blood.
Suddenly a trace of sorrow arises in me. It is sorrow and not fear. It is strange! I was not frightened, because this face appears every day, his body is in my body, so why should I be afraid.
“Kill her!” The face suddenly spoke, his throat pressed like a squeezed voice.
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“Who killed?” I asked knowingly.
“Kill her.” He repeated.
“Why?” I stared, killing someone is worth my life, I don’t want to die and snatch it.
“Be sure to help me.” The face was begging.
“Why?” I wonder.
“Don’t ask, it’s no good.” He gradually disappeared after speaking. But I have been hesitating to kill her? Still not killing, very tangled.
She continued to dance every day, but she didn’t know that I started to follow her. She likes to walk with a man of the same grade. The two will hold hands secretly when there is no one. This is undoubtedly It was the flame that ignited the anger in my heart, damn woman, how could she betray so, even if she died, she must keep her chastity.
“They are getting married.” I said to myself, but someone in my body replied: “Kill her.”
“Why?” “
“Don’t ask, do the same.” The voice inside stood up. When she was upstairs, I suddenly rushed over and clasped her eyes tightly with my hands. She screamed again and again, and soon my eyes were picked off, I sang happily, watching her plop to the ground.
But she is not dead yet, I want her to die, but I don’t have a knife. Because of her miserable cry in the corridor, there are a lot of steps, and many people surround me. In the middle, but I only know to laugh. At this moment, I promise that it is not me who is laughing, it is him, the one who lives in the body.
I was sent to a mental hospital. They said I was mentally ill. I told them there was another person living in my body. He was not mentally ill. He was a ghost. He liked to drink blood. He likes to listen to people’s horrible screams, and he was also killed. He was killed by her. He fell ill and collapsed on the bed. He watched her unplug the dripper from his hand and watched A piece of broken air broke into his body, he died like this, he was not reconciled, so he wanted her to die.
Although I am mentally ill, but what I say is true, why no one believes it?