I’ve been reading a lot of ghost posts recently, and some things are still a bit evil in retrospect. I’d rather believe them than believe them!

I remember when I was in the first grade of junior high school, I was very obedient and would take a nap after going home for lunch. It was strange that day. I usually sleep in the room, but I can’t remember why I slept on the sofa that time.

, there is a coffee table in front of the sofa, my mother is knitting next to it, and I sleep on my side.

It started less than a minute after I fell asleep. I don’t know if I opened my eyes or not. I could see everything clearly in front of me. I felt an inexplicable feeling of terror in my heart. I couldn’t scream even if I wanted to, and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. So

I was even more scared. I used all my strength and finally struggled. I just wanted to raise my head and woke up immediately. But I felt so tired. As soon as I lowered my head, I immediately entered the state I was in before.

It started to get scary, and I always felt that something terrible was going to happen soon. My mother was right next to me, and I couldn’t call or move. I could still see my mother knitting a sweater. It couldn’t be more real.

Maybe I was afraid to a certain extent, so I struggled out again, this time with a bigger movement, and my mother was also startled: "What's wrong, are you having a nightmare?" I just wanted to talk to my mother, but my head felt so heavy.

It was heavy, and I let it go unsatisfactorily. It felt like I was being pressed down, and it went back inside. This time I couldn't struggle out so easily, so I struggled while waiting for it to come. At this time, a good thing appeared behind the coffee table.

The long and plentiful hair was swinging up and down in an unnatural, mechanical, and very fast manner. It could go back and forth about two or three times a second. I could no longer resist the terror in my heart. I felt like I was going crazy all of a sudden.

After the struggle came out, everyone sat up. My mother looked bad and asked me: "What's wrong??" I wanted to say it because I was scared, but I was still thinking. I didn't know what to say, but

That scene has always been in my mind. After that, I only said one sentence: "Oh, I had a nightmare." My psychology at that time was really complicated, I don't know how to describe it. Looking back now, I feel a little scared. If I hadn't

When I wake up, I wonder what will happen to my hair!
Chapter completed!