Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 26: Midnight Show (2)
I said: It's a feeling.The speed of speech should be slow, almost out of joint, giving people a sense of mystery.The key words are suddenly attacked, piercing the soul of the audience, causing a violent shock.The end of each sentence should be handled so that the audience is surprised, and each sentence should oppress the audience's nerves. . . . . .

The preacher himself should be part of the horror, as in many of my books I am part of the horror, even the final mystery.

As an example I gave, a low candle light could be used, with the light source shining on the speaker's face from below.Each time, broadcast the time of a wax.That is to say, when the wax is extinguished, the story stops, the screen is a black screen, there is no image, only a faint voice of the speaker: go to sleep. . . . . .Good night. . . . . .

Moreover, since there is always only one speaker on the screen, it will inevitably be monotonous for half an hour, which must be made up on the background.Sets should be spooky.

Every day the set should be different, and there should be new ideas.

For example, a lot of white umbrellas are placed to cover most of the space, so that the scene will have more behind-the-scenes, more secrets, more suspense, and more suspicion.

Or, hang many clocks, all of which point to different times, and the story continues slowly amidst the uneven movement of many pendulums. . . . . .

I also emphasized the experimental nature of the show.

I said that there should be some plots beyond the plots.

That Yiwen was confused again, but he didn't hide it, and asked me: "What is the plot outside the plot?"
I said, for example, when you were broadcasting a horror story, a person appeared in the dark behind you, for example, she was a nurse in a white coat, and she floated by like a dream, soundlessly. . . . . .You're probably telling an ancient story, and she doesn't fit in with your horror stories at all.

I took a sip of wine, and then said, moreover, she disappeared in the background, the audience must have expected to know the whereabouts of this woman in white, but she only appeared once, without any explanation.

This white-clothed woman may be very vague, seemingly invisible, some audiences will see it carefully, and some audiences will ignore it if they are not careful.

The audience who saw her kept their hearts hanging, and even suspected that in the middle of the night, in front of the shining screen, he was the only one who had seen a secret. . . . . .

Perhaps, he would also suspect that the director of the TV station did not arrange for this woman to appear, and thousands of households did not see any woman, she just appeared on his TV. . . . . .

I also said that besides the woman in white, it could be two workers moving objects. They clumsily lifted a clumsy object, and then disappeared into the background like a shadow. . . . . .

A week later, my horror novel was broadcast on the TV station. It is said that the ratings were quite high, ranking second on the TV station, second only to their variety shows.

Yiwen adopted my idea.

Only, the "plot outside the plot" doesn't do what I say.There is always only Yiwen in the program.

When the show was broadcast for the first time, the props behind it were white umbrellas, and there were dozens of them, large and small.

When the program was broadcast for the second time, the props were clocks, and the "tick tick tick tick tick" went out of order, and the effect was good. (However, I can tell that none of the clocks are real and are painted on cardboard. Probably to save money.)
Moreover, they adopted the effect of candlelight, the candlelight shone on Yiwen's face from below, the chin was very bright, and the shadow of the chin covered the face in darkness.Both nostrils appear surprisingly large.

The candle burned out, the screen went black, and Yiwen said: It's too dark, goodbye, let's dream. . . . . .

I can hear that Yiwen has been trying to break the tradition when broadcasting, and has been trying to make his tone darker. . . . . .However, it sounds nondescript, a bit like chanting scriptures.

Yiwen called me and wanted to hear my opinion.

I shared my experience listening to him chanting sutras.

After chatting for a while, he said: "We have basically used all your ideas. You have another idea, that is, one or two inexplicable people appear behind me from time to time, doing some inexplicable actions, and then inexplicably Disappeared...this one was shot at our meeting."
It's Friday again.

At midnight, it was pitch black outside, and the sky seemed like a huge cauldron.The wind was blowing, and the windows "slapped" sounded.

My wife is asleep, and I am the only one sitting on the sofa watching TV.

What they broadcast today is a story I wrote about bugs, and the plot goes something like this:
Someone had thrown a hairy worm down the toilet, and it was floating on the water, staring at him icily.He pressed the switch hard, and the powerful water rushed it into the sewer.

Unexpectedly, the worm did not die. It survived and reproduced in the dark, tortuous, and dirty sewer.

After half a year, countless bugs crawled out one after another. . . . . .

One day, a neighbor smelled a foul smell coming from the house and called the police.Police broke in and found the bed covered in bugs outlining the shape of a person. . . . . .

I sat in front of the TV early on, waiting.

coming.

The screen was pitch black, and there was no sound for a long time, it was eerily quiet.

Gradually, there was a little bit of faint light on the pitch-black screen, and something appeared little by little. I couldn't see what it was, but it felt like a mass of dense things wriggling anyway. . . . . .

Then, there was a sudden scream from the dead TV, which was almost many times higher than the volume I had adjusted. I was caught off guard and shivered violently!

It was the cry of a woman. She seemed to be staring at the wriggling thing on the screen like me. She saw it clearly before me——
She shouted hoarsely: "Bug~~~~~~~~~~~~"
Then, Yiwen appeared in the candlelight, with a sullen face, he said in a low voice: "There is a man..."
(End of this chapter)