There was darkness in front of Yao Ye's eyes.
He felt a strange touch on his body, floating on his skin exposed outside the cloth.
This cold feeling reminded him of a poisonous snake, its cool scales and eerie spit, all made Yao Ye terrified.
hiss-
Is it a poisonous snake spitting out a letter
There was a cold feeling on the cheeks.
Cool like, the breath of the dead.
Yao Ye trembled, his eyes widened in vain in the darkness, his whole soul was distorted into a fragile shape by the invisible fear.
"Help me... woo... who is coming... help me..."
He muttered silently, but no one responded.
Yao Ye couldn't move, he felt like a ghost was pressing the bed.
He was lying on the floor, he could clearly feel every limb of himself, but he couldn't control this body, he could only let the frighteningly soft touch move on his cheeks.
This terrifying feeling of being touched made Yao Ye feel itchy, but more, it was a kind of fear from the unknown.
Yao Ye is not a courageous person. He has always been afraid of watching ghost movies, even dare not read suspense novels that are a little bit scary.
But he also knows some ancient folk rumors, and the ghost press is the most well-known one.
Ghosts take advantage of people's deep sleep to climb into bed and sleep with people, making people feel oppressed by heavy objects and unable to move.
The one touching him now is... a ghost
Yao Ye, who lost all five senses and only had the sense of touch, trembled, as if he could smell the smell of his own death in his nose, which made people shudder.
Only ghosts can do this.
Yao Ye answered his own question in his heart, feeling more and more uneasy.
The touch on his body became more and more wanton, and Yao Ye was powerless to resist.
Yao Ye's heart constricted in such a situation where he was at the mercy of others, and his life and death were unpredictable. He was gasping for breath in fear, only to feel that the air around his body was getting thinner and thinner, so thin that he could hardly breathe.
No... don't... he doesn't want to die...
he doesn't want to die...
This ghost is blank... Is it that blank
Yao Ye thought of the strange figure he saw before falling into the darkness, and the feeling of being hugged at that time, paled his cheeks with anxiety, and let out a low whimper.
Because he dumped him, so...
Is it coming for revenge
"Woo..."
Yao Ye, who figured out the reason, was so remorseful that his guts were green. He really regretted his attack on Blank. If he hadn't chosen to cheat online at that time, how could he have come to this terrible situation.
However, no matter how much regret is said now, it will not help the matter.
Yao Ye opened his empty eyes helplessly, tears flowed down the soft contours of his cheeks and fell between his temples, looking extremely fragile and pitiful.
"I'm sorry... please forgive me... sorry..."
Yaoye cried and begged, he couldn't hear his own voice, he could only feel the coldness on his skin stagnating for a moment, as if he was moved by his words.
efficient! Apologies work!
Yao Ye looked like a traveler trying to survive in a desperate situation and saw a pool of clear spring water, and continued excitedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Blank, I will definitely reform myself in the future, and I will burn paper money for you every year! Okay?"
As long as his life can be saved, let alone paper money, real money will do!
Yao Ye opened his invisible eyes wide expectantly, his cheeks that had been so pale to the point of being blushed were flushed again, and his lips became redder and teeth whiter, and his face was charming.
The unknown thing attached to Yao Ye's body seemed to be bewitched, and he approached Yao Ye fascinatedly. The cold touch rolled over his soft lips, and he was reluctant to leave. Yao Ye was so frightened that his face was covered with tears.
He cried hoarsely, because he couldn't hear his own voice, trapped in a desperate darkness, he couldn't control the volume, just begged Blank's forgiveness as loudly as possible, and vowed never to do this kind of bad conscience again thing.
However, the ghost that no one can see seems to be inaudible, stroking every inch of Yao Ye's body silently and paranoidly, obsessed and greedy.
"Ye'er, so beautiful."
Seeing the black-haired boy crying in despair, the ghost invisible to human eyes praised him, repeating his own words of praise over and over again, the cold touch caused Yao Ye to tremble.
I don't know how long it took, but the strange feeling of floating around his body finally disappeared.
Yao Ye couldn't feel the coolness on his body at all. His desire to survive couldn't help rising again, and he tried to struggle to get up, but his limbs didn't work, and he still felt a heavy weight on his body.
clack clatter—
Suddenly, the sound of typing on the keyboard sounded next to Yao Ye's ears, and he opened his eyes wide as if awakened, and a small dark room gradually appeared in front of him.
The pungent bloody smell permeated the whole room. Yao Ye struggled, propped himself up with his limbs that had begun to feel a little bit, and sat up halfway.
He found himself sitting at the foot of the single iron frame bed in the corner of the small room, leaning against the cold iron frame, and he couldn't help but get goose bumps on his back.
where is this
Yao Ye looked to the other side of the room, and a figure with his back turned came into view.
It was a tall and thin young man, sitting in front of the computer desk, the keyboard was clicking.
Is he typing...
As if bewitched, Yao Ye stood up from the ground in a daze, and staggered towards the young man.
Who is he
With this doubt in mind, Yao Ye walked to the place less than half a meter behind the young man, looking at the butterfly bone protruding under the black long-sleeved shirt on his back, he seemed a bit fragile and lonely.
Standing behind the young man, Yao Ye looked up and saw the flashing screen on the computer.
That was the chat room interface that he was all too familiar with.
The black chat background, combined with the same dark tone of the dialog box, gives people a strong sense of depression.
Yao Ye, who is used to this chat room, has never felt that this color combination is depressing before, but now he suddenly feels a little disgusted.
On the computer screen, dialog boxes are constantly beating.
— [Please, don't leave me]
— [Please, don't leave me]
…
Looking at the information on the screen, Yao Ye always felt that something was wrong.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
The tense Yao Ye gasped in panic, always feeling inexplicably uneasy, and wanted to take a deep breath to relieve the growing fear in his heart.
pat—
At this time, the conversation in the chat room also came to an end.
—[If I die, will Ye Er come back? ]
Yao Ye looked at the dialog box in horror, and finally confirmed the identity of the young man.
— Blank, this person is Blank.
"...blank?"
Yao Ye called out timidly in a low voice, his pupils trembling, fearing that the young man would turn around and wring his neck off in the next second.
The young man with his back to Yao Ye was silent and did not respond.
Yao Ye didn't know where he got the courage, so he reached out and approached the young man, put it on his shoulder, and gently pushed him.
"Blank, is that you?"
Snapped-
The young man, who was still sitting upright, fell on the computer desk, pressing out a mess of characters on the keyboard.
! ! !
Yao Ye looked at everything in front of him with a pale face, and put the palm that had touched the young man in front of his eyes, and saw the bright red blood spreading in his palm.
Just now because of the dim light in the room, Yao Ye couldn't see clearly, only saw the young man wearing a black top and trousers.
Only now did I realize that the young man's black clothes had already been soaked in blood, so that his hands were covered with blood when touched.
There is also a cold and slippery feeling under the feet.
Yao Ye lowered his head dully, and saw a dark red and black liquid overflowing from under the computer chair. The bloody smell was so strong that it was hard to breathe.
Everything is the blood of the youth.
If, whitespace is dead...
Then, the person who typed just now... who is it
For a moment, Yao Ye's pupils constricted.
He staggered back and ran towards the door of the room.
Just when Yao Ye was about to touch the doorknob, there was a voice of resentment behind him.
"Ye'er, it hurts so much."
The man with a cold voice has a soft tone, as if he is courting someone he loves deeply.
Yao Ye's lips trembled when he heard the voice, and he didn't dare to turn his head. He gripped the doorknob hard and frantically twisted the locked door.
"Hurry up, hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!!!"
Yaoye was crying, trying desperately to open the door that symbolized the hope of life.
"Ye'er, I'm finally here to see me, I'm very happy."
The man's cold breath came to Yao Ye's ear, and his bloodless lips kissed Yao Ye's small ear intimately.
Yao Ye's frantic shaking of the doorknob stopped suddenly, shaking like chaff.
He moved his black eyeballs in pauses, and saw a face on his left side that was so pale that there was no trace of blood leaning against his shoulder.
This handsome head looked at him without blinking, its pupils were dark, as if exuding the chill from the depths of hell.
Its skin was pale and exuded an uncomfortably dead air, and it looked extremely gloomy and terrifying. Even if it pretended to gently raise the corners of its mouth, it couldn't hide the eerie air.
Under the head, there was a deep scratch on the man's neck, and the black and red blood spread to Yao Ye along the bloodstain on his neck.
Yao Ye saw that his white vest was stained red, and his skin was also soaked in blood, and he felt like falling into an abyss.
The man looked obsessively at Yao Ye's beautiful eyes, and there was deep love in his gloomy eyebrows and eyes as before.
"... Now, we can be together."
"… forever… "
Yao Ye's mind went blank, he could no longer accept this painful reality, and let out a scream.
"Ah!!!"
Yao Ye woke up from the dream and found that he was lying on the floor. The cool temperature of the wooden floor was transmitted through the tight skin, which was bitingly cold.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows that were not covered by curtains, the sun was shining and the room was silent.
He sat up from the ground in a daze, his half-long black hair was slightly disheveled, he raised his hands tremblingly, looked at it carefully, and was not relieved until he was sure that he was not stained with any blood.
"... yes, dream?"
Yao Ye curled up at the foot of the bed uneasily, the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have been given a layer of smoky makeup, making him look a bit gloomy.
"That's right, it's all a dream, it's all a dream..."
Yao Ye hugged himself, comforting himself in shock, wanting to completely throw away the fear that remained in his heart just now.
After a while, Yao Ye finally came back to his senses. He dragged his body, which was numb and sore from sleeping on the floor, to the bathroom, not noticing that on the glass window behind him, a black figure was still following him step by step.
Maybe a hot shower would do the trick.
Yao Ye washed his face, looked at himself in the mirror with an ugly face, his fingers were still trembling subconsciously, his whole body was like a frightened rabbit, uneasy and at a loss.
clatter—
Yao Ye filled the bathtub with hot water, and before the water temperature dropped, he couldn't wait to soak in it, his pale and delicate skin was burned red.
But the scalding temperature was exactly what Yao Ye wanted, and it gave him a sense of reality that he was still alive.
Yao Ye curled up again in the bathtub, enjoying the sense of security embraced by the hot water.
"It's all a dream... It's all a dream..." He was still muttering to himself.
But is it really all a dream
The formless black ghost embraced his beloved human being from behind, and let out a sigh of satisfaction that was inaudible to human beings.
Yaoye wiped his body with a bath towel soaked in hot water, wiping very vigorously, as if to wipe off those weird touches just now, even if his skin was tingling from scrubbing, he didn't care.
clatter—
After Yao Ye finished washing, he stood up from the bathtub, and found that the places where he had been washed by hot water showed some blue marks, as if he had been beaten by someone.
Yao Ye's baby face, which had just regained some blood color, turned pale again. He bit his fingers tightly, leaving a deep tooth mark on the knuckles.
After a while, Yao Ye calmed down. He took a deep breath, walked out of the bathtub, went to the half-length mirror in the sink next to him, turned his back, and looked at himself in the mirror.
In the mirror, the back of the young man with fair and smooth skin was covered with cyan marks, especially on the spine where the joints were clearly defined. There were faint marks of licking and biting on each distinct bone.
Ghosts, traces left behind.