Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 22 Maze (6)
In the distance came the sound of a monk knocking on a wooden fish, and the knocking became more and more urgent.

Finally climbed to the top of the mountain.The wind is getting stronger.

I saw lights in the distance, and of course it was the city, the city where I lived.One of the lamps belonged to my house, and my wife was anxiously waiting for me to come home under the lamp.

go home.What a kind word!

My tears almost fell down.Men, take me as a warning.

Looking down, it is a dark abyss.I accidentally kicked a stone down, but there was no response.

She doesn't look at the distant city, but keeps looking at her feet.She walked back and forth, finally settled on a spot, looked up and asked me, "It's right here, okay?"
"What are you doing?"
"Make love."
"Then?......"
"continue doing."
"What are you doing!"
"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt. You are my man, I am under you, you will fall on me, it won't hurt."
I was terrified: "If you play like this again, I will run away!"
"Where are you going?"
"Under the mountain."
"How tiring it is to run, and how comfortable it is to jump, fluttering..."
"madman!"
I can't stand her!

I feel like I'm going to collapse!

After I shouted "crazy", I turned around and ran down the mountain like a lunatic.

I panted and looked back as I ran.She didn't catch up, she was still standing on the cliff, motionless, her eyes seemed to be penetrating the vast night, staring at my running steps. . . . . .

I keep running.

The way I run hasn't changed much, I'm still a rabbit, a frightened rabbit.

I ran down the Qingshiban road, passed through the red lanterns of Hanmiao Temple, and arrived outside the mountain gate, got into my Honda car, drove away, and fled.

(Reality: [-]%)

The safest place

Along the way, I kept thinking about how to tell my wife when I got home.

It's already past two o'clock in the morning.

The wife is a difficult person to deal with. She is extremely smart, especially in the pursuit of sexual affairs, she almost has supernatural powers, and the detection rate is as high as 3%.

I made up several sets of lies carefully, and put them in my pocket for backup.

When I drove close to the building of my house, my eyes widened—that strange car without a license plate was parked downstairs!
In the dark car window, a pair of gloomy eyes stared at me.

After I went down the mountain, I didn't see a car along the way, let alone her driving over me!

How many hers are there in total?
I suddenly thought of Du Zhi's diary --- that's right, the mysterious woman in the diary is her, and Du Zhi disappeared because of her!

Or to put it another way - how many of them are there in total?

I didn't care about thinking too much, got out of the car, and rushed into the corridor door in a few steps.

My wife was already asleep, and I woke her up when I entered the room.

She turned on the night light and asked sleepily, "Why are you back so late?"
"It's very troublesome to change the film."
"Did you have meal?"
"ate."
"Shall I get you some supper?"
"no, I'm fine."
My wife has passed this test, but I can't let go of my heart.She's downstairs.

Her face was very pale, her mouth was very red, and the eye sockets under her eyebrows were as black as the windows under the eaves. . . . . .

I looked down the window anxiously.Hey, she's gone!
"What are you looking at? Someone is following you?" asked the wife.

"There seems to be someone wearing a peaked cap..."
The phone rang suddenly, and the voice was extremely piercing in the middle of the night.

The wife sat up, went to get the phone and said, "It's so late, who is it?"
I grabbed the phone first.

It was her.Her voice was low--I said I liked it, but now I'm horrified.She said, "Mr. Zhou, are you okay?"
"It's okay."
"It's fine. You go to sleep, I just don't worry about you."
"Okay."
"Thank you for coming with me..."
"Okay!" I almost yelled and hung up the phone.

The wife asked, "Who is it?"
"It's Mrs. Zhang, it's still about the manuscript."
"Why are you talking to the editor-in-chief like that?" she asked warily.

"He is endless! Go to sleep." After I finished speaking, I lay down on the bed and covered my head with the quilt.

The wife noticed that I was a little irritable, so she turned off the night light without saying anything, and hugged me gently.

The first time she called, she called my mobile phone, which is my personal communication tool.And now, she's calling my home number!This phone belongs to a family and is shared.

I feel like I have a virus like a computer.

Suddenly the phone rang again.

My wife got up to answer it, so I reached out and unplugged the phone cord.

My wife looked at me blankly, and I said unnaturally: "It must be Mrs. Zhang's."
The wife thought for a while, then suddenly said, "I know who it is."
My heart trembled.

She added, "That's the one who asked you out for tea."
The lies in my pocket were useless, and I immediately stuttered: "You...she..."
"She just came." Mrs. seemed calm.

"She came into the house?" I was shocked.

"I don't know her, so I didn't let her in. She said outside the door, you have tea with her tonight, for some reason, you suddenly left without saying goodbye, she didn't know if you were home, so she was very worried... "
"What else did she say?"
"Then, she left. And then, you came back."
(End of this chapter)