"Forty-one... forty-two... forty-three..."

I am dreaming. This is a very strange thing. I know clearly that I am dreaming. Since more than ten days ago, I started to have the same dream. In the dream, I was standing in front of the old house, and the door was rusty.

The door knockers and the mottled marks left by the years are so realistic and as clear as in reality.

"Forty-five...forty-six...forty-seven..."

I pushed open this door for the first time in my dream, and what I saw was not the familiar patio, but another door, a door that was exactly the same as the one I just pushed open. I pushed open this door

, there is still the same door in front of me. Now in the dream, I no longer have the surprise when I first saw it. I know that there are fifty-four doors in total. When I push open the fifty-fourth door, I

I would wake up and find that I was still lying in bed, and everything in the dream remained clearly in my mind, although I didn't know what such a dream meant.

"Fifty...fifty-one...fifty-two..."

I walked forward step by step. I clearly knew that I was in a dream, but I couldn't control my body at all. No matter how unwilling I was in my heart, my feet would approach the doors step by step, and then

Push them away one by one and step over.

It's as if someone is controlling my body.

I began to believe that there must be someone else in my dream, because today I heard a voice coming from the door. It seemed to be a person talking, but I couldn't hear exactly what he was saying. I only vaguely felt it was a deep voice.

The voice of a man. So I quickened my pace and pushed in one by one. The voice gradually became louder and louder, but I could only vaguely hear that the first word was pronounced in pinyin b. Words with b as the initial consonant are really

There are so many words that I don’t even know what they are.

"Fifty-three...fifty-four!"

Finally, I arrived at the fifty-fourth door. I knew that if I pushed in again, I would wake up immediately, but I didn't hear clearly what the man was going to say to me. I just felt that his tone was more urgent, as if he wanted to

What he said to me was very important. I took a deep breath, and then opened the fifty-fourth door without hesitation.

I didn't wake up, and another door that was exactly the same appeared in front of me. At this time, I found that the voice suddenly disappeared.

This is the fifty-fifth door. I didn’t hesitate and pushed it in again. No matter what was inside, I had to go in and have a look. At least one thing made me feel at ease. This was not real. This was just a dream of mine.

, even if I see those jade pendants, those small black coffins, and those women in red clothes at this time, it is just a dream, and I will wake up.

But this time I didn't wake up.

When I opened the door, I saw a barren mountain. Not far in front of me, there was a lonely grave. Although I knew it was in a dream, I still felt the cold wind blowing and the mist drifting.

, it was far away, and I couldn’t see clearly the words engraved on the tombstone. I walked forward cautiously, the fog gradually thickened, and I had to bring my eyes closer. At this moment, that

The disappeared voice suddenly sounded again, and this time I finally heard clearly what he was saying.

"Don't……"

What he wanted to say must be more than just this word, because I felt that he vaguely said something after this, but I didn't hear it clearly. My heart kept beating violently, even though I knew it was just

It was a dream, but I still felt deep fear, not because of the sudden voice just now, but because at this moment, I saw a photo on the tombstone of a person I would never have expected.

I woke up suddenly, and I was glad that I finally woke up. This made me sure again that I was just in a dream, and what I just saw was just a dream.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down, and then I realized that my body was all wet. It was still midnight. I got up quickly, took a shower and changed clothes, then sat down and turned on the computer to start my daily work.

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Since I received that letter, I was ready to stop writing novels, but I don’t know why, but I couldn’t control my creation every time. For the sake of my mother’s safety, no matter what the letter said,

Whether it was true or not, I wasn’t going to ask her to help me find any information. I started looking for some so-called experiences on various websites, hoping to find inspiration from them. During this period of time, nothing happened.

The Erniang who often appeared behind me didn't appear again. If it weren't for the letter and a few jade pendants still lying in my drawer, and if it weren't for the fact that Erliang and Xiaorui were no longer around, I would have almost thought that

What I experienced was just a dream.

I turned on the computer and entered the Tianya Community where I often go. There are many ghost stories about lotus pods there. I moved the mouse while looking at the titles of those articles. Suddenly my eyes lit up and I hurriedly clicked the mouse in. I saw

What I got was a novel written by a person named Fool Mao. This is an unfamiliar author. What attracted me was the title of the novel.

It's called "Old House".

"Now in the dead of night, as you sit in front of the computer and read this novel of mine, don't speak or look back. Do you feel that there is someone behind you watching you silently?

Please close your eyes, hold your breath, and listen carefully. Do you find that there is an extra breathing sound in this room that does not belong to you?

Don't read it easily, go write supernatural novels, "they" are always there!

As an author of supernatural novels, this is my advice to everyone. If you don’t believe it, please read the following stories. Of course, I hope this is the last time you read a supernatural novel.”

I have to admit that I was attracted by such a beginning, and it was not a newly uploaded post at the time. I couldn’t help but regret not discovering such a novel earlier, but when I continued reading, my double eyelids

I started to tremble uncontrollably, and in the end my whole body started to tremble. I didn’t even need to read it all to know what was going to happen next, because I was so familiar with the content. This novel was written about me, and even

The names of the characters in it have not changed, as if I wrote them myself.

From the moment Erliang brought me those two files, the development of this novel was exactly the same as what I experienced. There were many people who followed me to urge for updates. Everyone regarded this as a story. Only I knew it.

This is totally a real thing.

Who is this person called Fool Mao? How could he know the things I have experienced? You must know that there are many things that are impossible for others to know except the parties involved, and many of the parties involved are no longer here. In just a moment, I have

With a creepy feeling, I thought of the notes Wang Qiang saw and the letter I received later. Is there really someone behind the scenes that I can't see controlling everything? No, there should be.

Someone is watching all this, otherwise how could the dialogue be exactly the same?

But can someone who can see everything clearly about you still be a person?

Unknowingly, I was covered in cold sweat again. I always thought that all this was over and that no woman in red would ever appear in my life again. But now I suddenly found someone online who had recorded all my things.

After writing it, there is still a letter written to me by the woman who is said to be my ancestor in the desk drawer. The above sentence suddenly and clearly appeared in my mind: "Don't think that you can escape if you stop writing.

, this whole world is a dream club, everyone is a part of the club, no one can escape. No one can."

"Once you walk in, you can never get out. Just wait, someone will come to you. Everyone will be a member of the Dream Club!"

I clicked the mouse quickly and kept turning the pages, with a faint fear in my heart. Maybe this person named Fool Mao, like me, had received information from others that recorded all my stories.
Chapter completed!