There is no direct light from the headlights.
The woman was a little flustered, but she didn't stop and ran very fast. She was still thinking that she had walked too far, deep into the alley, and the light of the car lights was very weak, so it was normal that they couldn't illuminate here. If she walked a little further, maybe she could see her car painted dark blue -
But no.
A chilly wind whistled suddenly in her ears, and she heard the sound of water again, dripping, as if it was seeping out from the eaves of an unknown house on some side, and it was so clear that it seemed like it was dripping right next to her ear.
She suddenly remembered a horror story she had read a long time ago: a little girl was lying in bed, and heard a strange sound of dripping water. She was restless all night, until the next day she discovered that it was not the sound of water at all, but the sound of blood dripping from the family's pet dog after it was killed and hung on the beam.
So what now
Were the sounds of water drops that she heard the sound of water, or something else
A damp smell like rotting waterweed at the bottom of a river came up to her nose. It was not a pleasant smell, but it made the blonde woman vaguely think, fortunately, it was not the smell of blood...
Of course she knew that her current mental state was very bad, and this was really an unfounded association.
But standing in the darkness, in such a long and narrow alley, it was hard for her not to be afraid and have wild thoughts. She kept recalling the scene just now in her mind -
After lifting the curtain, she saw the blank face of the female ghost.
Is that ghost still chasing us
Is it about to catch itself
Or was he playing with her like a prey that could not possibly escape his jaws, darkly corroding her staggering escape posture in some corner
She has been running for a long, long time.
It was so long that even the woman herself had to admit that, normally, at her current speed, she should have run out of the alley, got into her car trembling, and never came back in her life.
But after running for so long, the bluestone path under my feet seemed to become more and more unfamiliar. There was only one possibility -
She couldn't escape at all.
She was trapped in this alley.
It was like an endless cycle, in which the exhausted woman kept going back and forth, but could never get out.
Even so, the woman is unwilling to look back.
She only felt a strange tingling sensation on her back, and an uneasy itching sensation all over her body, even deep in her bones. It was like the extremely uneasy strange attraction caused by pointing a finger at the center of her eyebrows, just about to touch but not quite touching.
Something was following.
But perhaps because she had already made such a guess, the woman seemed very calm at this moment.
She didn't look back, but she could feel something lying on her back, making her body heavier and heavier, and her feet so sore and numb that she couldn't lift them.
Until the end, it was no longer possible to run, and every step was extremely difficult.
After the initial fear, she seemed to have been frightened to the point of being numb and no longer had any extra emotions.