A strange woman came to visit
On a stormy night, my door was knocked.
I am a bit withdrawn and I like to be quiet. I live alone in the suburbs, and I don’t have many friends, and I have no contact with neighbors. Therefore, only strangers can knock on the door of my room.
Before opening the door, I hesitated for a few seconds. I looked out through the cat’s eyes. The corridor was dark and there was nothing to see.
The knock on the door became more and more urgent, accompanied by a shrill voice: “Please, open the door!”
It’s a woman!
I opened the door with a “whoo”, and the knocker was caught off guard and fell into my arms.
She was soaked all over, her black silk dress was tightly wrapped around her body, her thin cheeks were pale, and she was embarrassed, but her big eyes were very beautiful, pitifully. He looked at me and said, “Sir, my car broke down, so I parked it downstairs. I can only call someone to fix it tomorrow when the rain stops. Look tonight…”
I cannot refuse such a beautiful woman. Seeing her walk into the bathroom, I turned around and quickly closed the notebook. The passionate picture came to an abrupt end, but the aftertaste did not disappear. It swelled rapidly in my body, giving birth to something called “Animal Desire”.
For a man like me who has been separated from his wife for three years, nothing is more tempting than a woman, especially a beautiful woman who has brought him home.
As she hugged the body twisting in the mist, she was so surprised that she forgot to shout. Anger made her struggle more intense. The soapy skin easily got rid of my control. She tried to rush out of the bathroom naked, but fell in front of my eyes in the next second. The warm and viscous liquid blurred my vision, she opened her beautiful eyes, and at this moment, she was permanently frozen.
The murderer was the iron rod with the oval bronze mirror, which dashed a blood path between the back of her head and temple. However, if you tell the police, will they arrest the iron rod?
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After cleaning the blood stains on the ground, it is already late at night. In the remote suburbs, rainy night, no one knows what happened here except the flowers in the back garden and me!
By the way, there is the car that broke down below me!
I ran downstairs in a hurry. The black-painted iron gate was wide open in the lightning crisscross, and looked at me silently. The door was empty. How could there be any car?
The Resurrection of the Female Corpse
There are many missing persons notices on newspapers, TV, and the Internet. Each of them made me tremble, and then let out a breath— —No one pays attention to the missing onewoman!
I started trying to forget that, and the days gradually returned to calm, and then another stormy night came.
At first I thought it was an illusion. The sound of “dongdong” was mixed with thunder, intermittently. However, when I pressed my ear to the door of the room, the sound of knocking on the door suddenly became clear, “Boom,” and “Boom,”. Every time I knocked on my nerves.
Maybe it’s just a coincidence! (Uncle Ghost: http://www.guidaye.com/ please keep the reprint!)
I settled down and slowly put my eyes on the cat’s eyes. A flash of lightning pierced, and at that moment, the corridor was as bright as day, and in the dazzling light, a woman with a black silk dress, shaved head and pale face, was slightly raising her head and staring at me sadly. After meeting my gaze, she suddenly grinned and smiled strangely.
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My heart stopped beating at that moment, the time was too short, so short I was not sure if it was a real thing or an illusion.
However, without allowing me to think about it, the knock on the door rang again, accompanied by a shrill voice: “Please, open the door!”
My head grew bigger all at once! I turned around and wanted to escape, but I opened the door because of a ghost.
She threw herself into my arms, and she said to me: “Sir, my car broke down, so I stopped down below you…”
< br/> She went to the bedroom to take a shower. I turned around and saw that the design just now turned into a passionate picture…
Struggle, death, burial… all this Everything is like a nightmare. I can predict what will happen in the next second, but I can’t control my body. I can only repeat those terrifying actions step by step until I push myself to death!
Maybe, this is really just a nightmare?
I took a shovel and returned to the back garden in the rainstorm, trembling and reaching out, the hibiscus flowers were uprooted, grinning at my fear. I suddenly became angry and dug as hard as I was mad. The shovel suddenly encountered a fetter, so I wiped the rain from my eyes, and looked carefully: the strands of black!
It is hair, entangled with black silk. The woman’s silk dress tightly wrapped around her body immediately appeared in my mind. The originally sexy black looks very crippled at the moment…
My scalp is tingling, no more Courage to dig down, pull up the shovel and want to run. The strand of black bite the shovel tightly, and I pulled it hard, and the black surface came out of the ground along with the things covered by black—black silk, white bones.
In this black and white fear, my mind suddenly became clear: How can a person who has just died become a bone?