The original origins of support groups of the type Jenkins is participating in cannot be traced. But in contemporary times, it is mostly used by psychologists as rehabilitation treatment. The group organized by Mr. Scott has a similar role to the former, after all, there is only a little psychological comfort that can be obtained through chatting.
Everyone told what happened to everyone in order, and the first one was naturally the organizer himself.
"Okay, then, gentlemen and ladies, let me start. Of course, in order to prevent the characters in the story from being identified personally, I will use fake names. Please forgive me."
The moon was hidden behind the dark clouds, and only a few lonely candles scattered light in the theater with the curtains drawn. Each placed his own candle by the chair, and Mr Scott's lamp was placed in the center of the circle.
This makes the scene a bit weird, but it does not contain any supernatural factors. Jenkins was absent-mindedly stroking the cat lying on his lap while listening to the supernatural incident that Mr. Scott encountered half a year ago at night.
This makes the person he plays a chilling image. He forgot that the current chocolate is invisible, so in the eyes of others, Jenkins' movements are basically stroking the air on his knees.
Fortunately, people here have more or less experienced more terrifying things, so no one has yet screamed out of fear. But at least half of the participants have already regretted participating in such a weird mutual aid meeting on such a night, and made up their minds that they will never be associated with this place after tonight.
Just as Jenkins believes, spirits are ordinary spirits, and ghost ghosts are ordinary ghosts. During the narration, Jenkins has been paying attention to the young magician from the circus. Unlike the idle writer, he seems to be really listening to each person's story, and his eyes never stay on the nearby mirror.
This can't help but make Jenkins wonder what his purpose is.
Jenkins is the third narrator, and the masked faces look at Jenkins after the crowd comforts the poor woman who was sobbing and shivering intermittently.
"It's time for ghost stories again."
Thinking in his heart, organize the language:
"Yes, it's my turn. Gentlemen and ladies, I can't guarantee that everything I said is true, because even I can't tell how much crazy hysteria was mixed with what happened that night. .”
Such a statement is extremely necessary. The words of the first two people just now revealed a kind of extreme hysterical fear, and some descriptions are really unconvincing.
"When I was thirteen, gentlemen, you know what an age that was, my father gave me a cat for my birthday. I was so happy, and the cat stayed with me until last year died in autumn."
He paused, not to show the truth of his words, but to feel a little cold. He regretted not wearing more clothes, the temperature drop tonight was a bit unexpected.
"Yes, last fall..."
He opened another field of vision again to observe if there were any weird places nearby, but the only ones that exuded spiritual light were the mirror and the young magician sitting beside him.
The magician was carrying no special items, but there should have been some small props in his pockets, so in Jenkins' eyes, it was like fluorescent powder stained on his clothes.
"After that, I was sad for a long time, and occasionally thought it was still alive in that home. I was really depressed during this period, but later I realized that it shouldn't be like this, so I went to the city pet management center and claimed it. A new pet cat."
Cooperating with Jenkins' movements like stroking an air cat, people's scalps tingle when they hear this passage. At this time, Jenkins finally noticed that the people nearby seemed to be looking at his knees, and then suddenly realized that chocolate was now in an unobservable state.
"so… "
He naturally raised his hand to touch the cat and scratched the withered yellow hair, then lowered his hand.
“So, I came home again with a cat. The first few months were normal and yes, I was getting over the grief and getting used to the loss of my long-time pet for good. New The cat is a bit disobedient, but I also believe that I have the ability to tame it.
But gradually, something went wrong..."
Jenkins finally saw it, he finally saw aura other than the giver and the mirror! The stage was very dim, making any light extremely obvious. When his eyes subconsciously looked at a narrator, that is, the woman who was still twitching intermittently, an extremely dim aura slowly floated out from her body.
This color is very difficult to detect and almost blends in with the surrounding environment. There was nothing wrong with the woman herself, but after the aura came out, the target seemed to be the decorative lamp directly above their heads. The trajectory of the light spot is fixed, so there must be something wrong.
He didn't raise his head rashly, because that action was too obvious, but chose to continue his story:
"I have raised cats for ten years, so I know the habits of cats very well. The newly adopted cat has gradually become docile and obedient under my training. But this speed is a bit too fast, almost in its first In the second week after walking into the house once, its docile level is enough to be compared with my dead Larael. Not only is it obedient, but the whole cat behaves very much like the previous Larael except for its appearance .”
He swallowed:
"I even woke up one night because of a nightmare, and unexpectedly found the new cat lying on the second-to-last corner of the floor on the slightly raised floor. Oh my god, I was so scared!"
His voice was a little loud, and many people were startled. At the same time, Jenkins also found that in fact, except for him and the young magician, everyone had yellow auras overflowing, floating in the direction of the decorative lights, especially as time went by, the frequency of auras floating out became more and more frequently.
"Is this collecting horror stories? No, it may be collecting fear emotions!"
He pretended to turn his neck casually, but still didn't look up.
"He definitely shouldn't be sleeping on that floor, only my Laraelle has that habit. In fact, that floor is the warmest when it's heated in winter, so Laraelle does that. But I Cat adoption season is late summer and there's no way he just happened to be sleeping there! That's absolutely impossible!"