The snoring sounds coming from somewhere were rising and falling in my ears, but I didn't care in the hazy state. I haven't had a good sleep for two or three days, and the snoring sounds are all lullaby.

However, the snoring became louder and louder, making it almost impossible for people to sleep.

I was finally woken up by the noise, opened my eyes in a daze, and muttered in my heart impatiently: The young man next door looked like he was not very loud, but his snoring sound was quite loud.

Covering my ears with both hands, I turned over and was about to continue sleeping, but when I closed my eyes, I seemed to see someone sitting in front of the desk in front of the bed, or a shadow.

I was unconsciously shocked and wanted to open my eyes wide to see what happened, but at this moment I found that my body could not move.

I just turned my body sideways, half open my eyes, my mind is hazy, but my consciousness is clear. I looked at the figure in front of the bed, and felt numb all over and my body was out of control, and I felt like I had fallen into a bottomless abyss, spinning around.

Ghostly pressing the bed!

I couldn't help but exclaim in my heart, wanting to struggle, but I was completely powerless.

I was very careful before going to bed, why did I still encounter such a thing?

The snoring in my ears was still like thunder. The figure in front of the bed sat sideways in front of the desk, as if he was slowly combing his hair. The movement was gentle and weird, clearly reflected in my eyes.

Suddenly, the figure slowly turned his head. In the darkness, I seemed to see a pair of narrow eyes staring at me.

A hint of coldness was like a cold snake, gradually crawling throughout my body from the back to the chest.

I was shocked. I tried several times to look up, turn over, and escape from this terrible nightmare, but found that no matter how much strength I used, my body had no response at all.

This is the first time this situation has happened. I tried several times, but even my consciousness gradually became blurred. I hurriedly stabilized my mind, pressed my tongue against my upper palate, and shouted loudly. My eyes suddenly became clear. I sat up unvoluntarily, tried to open my eyes, and looked at the desk in front of the window, but found that the figure was gone, and the snoring just now disappeared.

The whole room was quiet, the moonlight poured in from the window, there was a silvery white in front of the bed, and the clock on the wall dripping. I looked up at the time. It was already 2:30 in the second half of the night.

But the snoring sounded again next door soon, and I was a little speechless. This guy lived in the tail room and was fine. He slept very steadily. I was so careful, but I couldn't sleep well...

I calmed down and got up to grop the switch of the bedside lamp, intending to pour myself a glass of water, but the moment I touched the switch, I was stunned.

I remember I had a few lights left before going to bed, but why is the room now dark?

When did the light be turned off?

As soon as my heart arose, suddenly, a crying woman came from somewhere in the room!

An indescribable sense of fear instantly enveloped my heart. The crying sounds were sometimes far away and sometimes near, floating, as if it was very far apart, but when I listened carefully, it seemed to be right in my ears!

"Bang!"

I pressed the bedside lamp hard, and it was very strange that the crying disappeared immediately.

I suddenly fell on the bed, my heart pounding. This feeling was different from all the supernatural events in the past. This was a sense of fear from the bottom of my heart. Although I was not afraid of the ghost doing anything to me, I still broke out in a cold sweat. Isn’t the ones I did before enough?

The clock was still dripping, and the cold sweat on my body was almost soaked. I calmed down and rushed to the door, turning on all the lights quickly like my fingers cramped.

The lights were on, and a sense of security came back to my heart again. I breathed a sigh of relief, took out a stack of characters that drove away and characters, and stuck them on the four walls of the bedroom. I listened intently again, and there seemed to be no movement.

When I returned to the bed again, I no longer felt sleepy and watched the surroundings vigilantly, holding two talismans in my hand. If something really jumped out, it would be back and forth.

Suddenly, I felt a little itchy on my back. I subconsciously grabbed it back and it got better, but I didn't care.

But after a moment, it became even more itchy. I scratched it a few more times, and the itchy range expanded, as if it was itchy wherever I caught it.

I simply grabbed it hard for a long time, and then it gradually got better. I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to look out the window in a daze.

However, not long after, the itchy feeling came again. I was puzzled. The hotel looked clean. Is there fleas?

In this way, I grabbed and stopped, my heart became more and more irritable, and a little frizzy. At the same time, a deep feeling of fatigue gradually came. I sat on the head of the bed in a daze, holding the talisman in my hand, and actually fell asleep again.

I don’t know how long it took, but my face suddenly felt warm and itchy. I woke up and opened my eyes to see a ray of warm sunshine in the morning shone through the window and just shone on my face. It turned out that it was already dawn.

I suddenly turned over and sat up, staring at the bed in a daze. Yesterday's memories surged into my heart like a tide. I couldn't help but shivered, and hurriedly got up to check to see what taboos I violated yesterday.

Under the bed, the shoes are placed with eight characters, and the tips are facing outward, so they will not attract ghosts.

The clothes were placed there at the head of the bed, and the large wardrobe was also closed. I didn’t open the cabinet to put clothes last night, just to leave a space for Yin Ling to hide.

When I fell asleep, I spread my body and lay horizontally, leaving no place for the Yin Spirit. Later, I turned over and my legs were also horizontal.

When I entered the door, I was not only very polite, but also put water, flushed the toilet, and slept in the bed by the window.

It seems that there is no place to violate the taboos.

I remembered the strange itch I felt last night. When I touched my body, the feeling had completely disappeared.

I was confused, and I stood up and walked to the desk, looked down at the chair, and then looked at the talismans stuck on the wall, and couldn't help but wonder.

Is it a nightmare or reality that I encountered last night?

I walked to the window in confusion and opened the curtains. No matter what, today seemed to be a good weather, with bright sunshine falling on my body, and the warm feeling was very comfortable.

“Tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I was slightly shocked and subconsciously turned around and asked, "Who?"

A clear voice outside said, "Good morning, your neighbor, how about having breakfast together?"

Neighbor? I suddenly remembered that this was the young man who lived in the next door yesterday. I didn’t expect that he was quite enthusiastic.

"Okay, please wait, I'll come."

I had no nerve to refuse, so I agreed to him, washed up briefly, put on my clothes, and walked towards the door.

When I passed by the wardrobe, I subconsciously turned my head and looked in the mirror, but was startled by myself.

In the mirror, I have black eyes and blue forehead.

I touched my face, looked back at the talismans all over the wall, and a cloud of doubt appeared in my heart.

...

I put away the talismans stuck on the wall and went downstairs with him.

There is breakfast in the small restaurant on the first floor of the hotel. The young man and I sat opposite each other at a table, holding most of the buns in our hand, listening to him talking indistinguishable.

The young man said that his name was Ji Kun, and he was a lonely traveler. He said that his biggest dream was to travel all over the country before he was thirty.

I am very envious of his dream, because my dream is to try to live until after the age of thirty.

Look, this is the difference between people.

Before I could finish half of the bun in my hand, he lowered his voice and asked me mysteriously: "Brother, tell me the truth, did you encounter something last night? It's very wrong to see your face."

I hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to tell him what happened yesterday. I want to tell him from a scientific perspective that I encountered a kind of sleep paralysis yesterday, commonly known as ghost pressing on the bed, and it is inevitable that there will be auditory hallucinations.

I want to tell him from a superstitious perspective that the tail room is haunted. If he knew it, would it have a bad effect on him? After all, he lives in the tail room, which is more dangerous than my room. It is said that the ghost comes from the heart. I heard that he snore so loudly yesterday, so I must be a person with an open mind. Maybe it is because of this that he has nothing to do, but I am in trouble.

I forced a smile and said to him, "It's nothing. I am a person who is very thoughtful and always thinks randomly. Maybe I haven't had a rest."

But he looked at me strangely, shook his head and said, "No, your situation doesn't seem that simple."

"What, can you see anything else?" I said curiously.

He smiled: "Maybe you don't believe it, but you'd better tell me what happened last night. I've been away for a long time and I'll know more than you."

I thought about it and saw that the people around me who were eating breakfast were almost gone, so I lowered my voice and quietly told me about my experience last night.

After listening carefully, he thought for a while, and looked up and asked me: "According to what you said, these taboos for going out should be avoided, and this should not happen."

I smiled bitterly and said, "That's why I said, it's probably just a nightmare. Maybe it's nothing. It doesn't matter. Anyway, I'll check out and leave later. But I really envy you. Sleeping so well, even snoring is a rhythm, just like singing..."

Instead of being amused by my cold humor, he widened his eyes and said in surprise: "Snoring? I never snore when I sleep..."

"Uh, that might be from another room next door..." I subconsciously found a reason for myself.

But he stood up and said with a strange expression: "Impossible. I saw it when I went upstairs. There is a toilet next to you, so how could someone live?"
Chapter completed!