A messy picture is jumping on TV, and a recently unusually popular series is being staged. I lay on the head of the bed and didn’t see much at all. The plot was terrible and even more difficult for me to understand. The actress was also famous and sang a few songs. I couldn’t compliment her voice.
Soon, my attention turned to the roof, and I looked up every once in a while, kind of like preventing thieves on the train.
Under the light, the walls are white, and the projection of fluorescence is faint.
Until it was confirmed that there was no abnormality in the connection between the roof and the wall, my suspended heart was slightly calmed down.
I’m so sleepy. I turned off the TV and lay in bed, all night.
The first thing after waking up in the morning, be sure to stare at the roof above your head and stay for three minutes until you are sure everything is working. Since my eyes didn’t blink, it was sour and astringent, I rubbed my eyelids and started to get out of the bed to wash, but people were in a trance.
I haven’t figured out the regularity of bleeding on the walls. Sometimes it happens once every three days, and it will come only half a month. This makes me very distressed. I am always trembling and restless every day. I am afraid that one day is lying in bed. A drop of cool, sticky blood fell on his face. This kind of feeling is like knowing that there are important things to be done tomorrow. I must have slept the night before yesterday and wake up from time to time. I am afraid of accidents.
When the roof first started to bleed, I was lying in bed watching TV, and I looked up inadvertently, because the light was turned off at the time, and I saw only a dark cloud above my head, crawling slowly down like thick mud. I thought it was seepage upstairs, a bone sits up, and after turning on the light, his eyes are wide, full of fear, and his back is cold.
That must be blood! I think.
Since then, I have not dared to sleep for a week, turned on all the lights in the room, and stared at the top of my head.
Later, I suffered from insomnia and often had nightmares. When I woke up when I was asleep, I hurriedly turned on the bedside lamp and looked up nervously. This almost became a habit. As long as the walls are still white, I turn off the lights and go to sleep, but where is there sleepiness.
Every time the blood leaking upstairs will always mess up the walls and the bed. I have to find someone to paint the place where the blood is red, so the wall at the head of the bed can always keep fresh white. The sheets are washable, but they almost fade.
My life was completely disturbed in this way. The long-term tension kept the nerves tight. There was no smile on my face. My colleagues suspected that I had depression. For a long time, I really don’t know how bad my life will be in the future. Maybe I’m going crazy.
In the past three months, how many times the blood bleeds upstairs has not been counted, and I collapsed with the bleeding again and again, as if it was my blood, long-term sleep Insufficient weight has also dropped a lot.
On this day, I woke up very early and walked and wobbled as usual, like stepping on the deck. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and startled myself.
Is this me? I in the mirror is almost as fast as the monkeyNot much, especially the eyes, which were originally not very big. Now, against the sharp pale face, they are obviously much larger and somewhat stunned. So people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, how can I see people?
I was panicking, and the mirror was bleeding, so familiar to me. The dark red color is spreading rapidly. My face was paler. It wasn’t the mirror bleeding, but the roof. The mirror just reflected the scene.
I turned around and stared very calmly at the gradually spreading red on the wall, as if to admire whose famous painting. The same process over and over again made my nerves numb.
I think blood is alive, it often appears in places you don’t want to see, and it also carries the body temperature of that person.
Red slowly spreads down the wall, like melted grease, oppressing me, I feel a little helpless.
When I first discovered the weird scene of bleeding on the roof, I thought at the time, how good it would be if it was a nightmare or a horror movie, but it appeared so real. I naively thought if there was a crack in the ceiling. I stood on the bed, looked up, and immediately ridiculed my absurd ideas. But I was very surprised that the blood could still flow out in a closed condition, which was incredible.
For a long time, I have nothing to say. I am familiar with the bleeding phenomenon every time, like eating every day, and I become very sensitive to red. When I go out, I see all red. Things always have to retreat from Sanshe, fearing that it will be infected with blood.
I’m very slow on how to stop the bleeding from the roof. Fortunately, most of me went to the roof when I was going to sleep, and lying down didn’t see much effort.
But this time is different. The blood does not stop as far as one meter away from the bed. It is more turbulent than any other time.
The blood seems to be alive, as if my arteries were cut, and I couldn’t stop it, like a red flag stretching.
I remember when I saw the snake crawling towards me when I was young, it was basically the current situation, and I couldn’t move. I’m almost suffocating. The roof has formed an irregular red sun, and gradually expanded to the surrounding. My bed has dripped countless blood beads like bright flowers.
What happened upstairs?
I suddenly wanted to leave here, maybe it would be better to change places, at least no such bizarre things would happen, no one would believe it, so my family, friends and colleagues are still in the dark, and the boss Pity me, give me a week’s leave, I guess he must be afraid of my appearance.
But today, I can’t bear it. Maybe it was too numb before, but now it is awakening, at least it is not too late.
Is there a pig killer living upstairs?
I am shocked, and I still feel bad about it. Anyway, I am determined to find out the truth. If I think so earlier, maybe I won’t find someone to paint the walls again and again.There will be a surprised expression when the worker sees the wall, thinking I killed someone. The main thing is that I don’t want to spend so much money.
I couldn’t help but get mad, rushed out of the house, and walked upstairs in a few steps, regardless of any civility and politeness, and slammed the iron gate violently, unknowingly, and thought that a life case had happened. But until the hands were numb, no one came to open the door, but led out some curious neighbors, muttering in his mouth, probably the morning dream was disturbed, call me neurotic.
I don’t care too much, who I love, I’m fed up.
I put my ear on the door again and listened carefully. I could not hear anything.
At this moment, an old lady who came downstairs saw this scene and probably guessed eight or nine points and asked me: “Are you just knocking on the door?”
“Yes…” I Answer angrily.
“Hey, no need to knock, this house has been empty for more than half a year, how can there be anybody.”
I was surprised, stunned for a while, and when I recovered, she was already It was gone, only to hear her stepping away as she went downstairs.
I suddenly felt very cold in the corridor, there was a daze, and I was thinking, am I wrong? If no one is upstairs, how can the blood from the roof be explained? I can’t help but wonder if what I saw before is an illusion, because bleeding on the wall is a very absurd thing.
Go home, maybe the walls are as white as ever.
I went downstairs to the bedroom with hope, and my heart was splashed with cold water, almost fainting.
The area of ​​blood red is larger than when you go out. At first glance, it looks like ink painting. The front of the blood has forced to the floor, and there is a tendency to devour the entire room. The sheets were red with blood stained in half, and the color was deeper and deeper, and it was condensing.
I really wanted to vomit, but my stomach was empty, and after a few struggles, I quelled.
I didn’t dare to stay at home for a while, and escaped in vain, wandering aimlessly in the community.
The morning exercise of the old man is coming to an end. One by one, he went home for breakfast. I remembered that I didn’t wash my face, I didn’t eat breakfast, I was so embarrassed, fortunately, my dress was neat, otherwise I would be suspected by the defense team as a blind flow.
If I can’t find the cause of the bleeding, it’s hard for me to live anymore, and I don’t want to move easily.
I suddenly thought of the property manager. There should be a key to the room upstairs. Only when I enter that room can I know what happened inside.
The property management room is just at the exit of the community. The administrator is a middle-aged man. He has no characteristics. After listening to my comment, his face is very gloomy.
“But no one has lived there for more than half a year.”
“It’s okay, I just want to know why there is always sound upstairs at night. My brain is not good, and I sleep with a little sound at night No.” I made a nonsense, but it was true that I couldn’t sleep. I concealed the fact that the bloody scene was afraid that he thought I was making trouble or had other non-divided attempts.
He was very refreshing, he promised to open the door, and he set off carrying the heavy keychain. I said something grateful and followed him. Listening to the sound of “Wla La La” the key entered the keyhole, my heart began to speed up, and everything in the room was so intriguing to me, but I dare not face it.
The door opened, he flashed to the side of the door and looked at me expressionlessly, which meant he wouldn’t go in.
I wish he could come in and see with me, but he couldn’t let him see my cowardice. After nodding and thanking him with a smile, he went in pretending to be calm.
I am a little disappointed.
The room was very dark, and there was no particularly clear bloody scene, only the musty smell was very heavy, the air was very dry, and there seemed to be a lot of dust floating. As soon as I stepped on the floor, a “creak” sounded, as if I stepped on a dry branch, which was very fragile, as if I would step on it if I was not careful. It’s hard to imagine that the sun is warm outside, but the light here is pitiful, and everything is hazy. I can’t help feeling gloomy. I quickly figured out the reason for the poor lighting. I saw the white curtains still hanging. I walked over to pull it away, and my hands shrank back. The curtains are too dirty, and I am afraid that if I pull them, it will shake out a lot of dust. The light is thin, and everything in the room looks like a mist. I was a bit discouraged, but a voice reminded me that the answer is here, in the bedroom.
I walked involuntarily. Just entering the room, I suddenly stopped. The air seemed to be covered with a layer of red mist, like a continuous spray of flying blood foam, my heart was a little tight. It was later discovered that the floor of the bedroom is red, and the red mist is the sunlight reflected by the floor. Before my eyes, there was a blood-red wall in my house. I closed my eyes and wanted to leave here, immediately.
After coming out, I once again thanked the administrator who was always waiting.
That night, I fell asleep intermittently for a long time. When I woke up, my consciousness was still so clear. I opened my eyes and looked at the blurry white on the side above my head. The walls have been painted, and the sheets are too lazy to be washed. Even if they are afraid of washing, they won’t be able to return to their true colors, and they will simply change one. After such a toss, my pocket was flattened a lot, which was very distressing. Everything has been changed, but I always feel that there is still bloody blood under the paint, which is deeply imprinted in my mind and lingering. I covered my nose, the freshly painted paint was poisonous, and it was not suitable to live in immediately, but I only had this one. Alas, there is no way!
Suddenly, a woman’s sigh rang in my ears, as if the guitar was not true, but it seemed to come from hell. I doubt if it is auditory hallucinations, sit up and listen with ears. I firmly believe that I am already nervous. Any subtle sound will make me nervous, and the poor sound insulation of the building allows my ears to always capture any insignificant sound, especially in the quiet late night. There was another sigh, as if there were endless grievances, really coiled around me, followed by another sigh. My drowsiness was shattered, and my eyes widened staring at the top of my head. I have heard it, the voice is upstairs. I can’t help but doubt deeply what I saw during the day.
Is it in a dream? Everything is a dream, what about an eternal dream?
The sigh of the woman upstairs is clearer than that, like a sharp knife stinging me