chapter 2 Knock on the door in the middle of the night

Open the door to that house.

After the lights are turned on, everything you see is luxuriously decorated.

Even I am a little envious of the space of more than one hundred square meters.

The layout of the house is very good, it is square and quiet during the day and night, and there is almost no noise.

The only drawback is that the lighting in this house is a bit poor, which is why the house price of the entire building is cheaper than other buildings.

I put on disposable slippers and installed all the cameras first. I installed one in each room.

After debugging the camera, all the images in each room were displayed on my laptop.

After finishing the preparations, I have nothing to do next.

I was a little bit free, so I looked up on the Internet what was going on, "I always feel like there are eyes prying at home".

This investigation really revealed something.

Some people say that the 'sense of spying' is not a human illusion, but that something is really spying on you, but this thing is not in the same dimension as people, so people can't see it, but it can see people.

People with a strong sixth sense can feel that they are being spied on.

And the ‘thing’ referred to here is a ghost.

I see that these people on the Internet are talking about it in a decent way. They also say that if you really feel that sense of spying, someone must have died in this house, and it was a violent death.

Therefore, after midnight, you must not go out or open the door, otherwise something will happen.

After reading these interpretations, I just laughed it off.

If I had seen it when I was a child, I would still believe it and describe it to Bavo Jones with added detail.

But I am an adult now, so how can I believe such nonsense.

After I logged out of the website, I played a few games until about eleven o'clock, when I was ready to go to the master bedroom to sleep.

I'm a good sleeper and don't recognize my bed. I fell asleep within a few minutes of lying down.

I don’t know how long I slept, but in my daze, I heard a knock on the door.

For someone like me who has an excellent sleep, no matter what sound I hear after falling asleep, I don’t want to pay attention to it. When I was a kid, my dad came back from the night shift and forgot to bring the key. He knocked on the door all night and I didn’t open it the next day. When I opened the door for him in the morning, he beat me up before sending me to school.

But tonight, the knocking on the door was so damn loud, and it kept knocking, as if he would keep knocking until dawn if I didn't open the door.

Finally I got up from the bed and ran to open the door very unhappy.

"Who is it? It's so late at night. Don't you have the key?"

I shouted subconsciously.

But after shouting, I was stunned.

I suddenly remembered that this was not my rental house, but someone else's home. Moreover, my rental house had one bedroom and one living room, and I was the only one living there.

Who is knocking on the door this night?

Seeing that no one answered me outside the door, I quickly leaned on the peephole and looked outside.

I saw a young girl outside the door, wearing black clothes and red high heels. She was very beautiful.

I was about to open the door and ask her who she was looking for, but for some reason, I suddenly remembered what I had seen on the website before, saying that the door cannot be opened after midnight...

Midnight is between eleven o'clock in the evening and one o'clock in the morning. I remember it was eleven o'clock when I entered the master bedroom, which means it is already after midnight.

At this time, my right hand was already on the door handle, but suddenly I didn't dare to open the door easily...

It's not that I believe in those things, it's mainly that boys need to pay attention to safety when they go out.

I quickly shouted out the door again: "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

The young girl outside responded to me this time: "I'm looking for Alicia Miller. Is Alicia Miller at home?"

Her voice was cold and she didn't apologize at all for disturbing my sleep.

I thought to myself, who is this Alicia Miller?

The current homeowner's surname is not Li, and the homeowner's wife is not surnamed Li either. I even remember the surname of the seller and his wife, and they are not surnamed Li either.

If Alicia Miller was a relative or friend of the current homeowner, I wouldn't be able to call and ask in the middle of the night.

Since I was in a hurry to go back to sleep, I replied: "You are looking at the wrong place. There is no Alicia Miller here."

Suddenly there was no sound outside.

I quickly lay down on the peephole and looked out again, and found that the girl hadn't left yet. She hadn't even changed her standing position, and she had been staring at the door.

I admit that I was frightened by her actions. I felt that there was something wrong with this person's brain. They said she was looking in the wrong place. Why didn't she leave?

I returned to the master bedroom, took my cell phone and a cigarette, and went to the bathroom to squat for more than ten minutes.

After I finished defecating and came out, I looked through the peephole again and found that the person was gone.

"Where does the mental illness come from in the middle of the night..."

I breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the master bedroom to get ready for bed.

Although I was mostly awake, I lay down for a while and fell asleep.

I slept comfortably for the rest of the night, and no one woke me up again.

I slept for a long time this time, and finally the urge to pee woke me up, but I still didn't want to get up, but while I was half asleep, I heard other sounds.

The sound wasn't a knock on the door, it was like the sound coming from a television.

But there is no TV in the master bedroom, only in the living room. How can I hear the sound of the TV?

Moreover, the bed in the master bedroom was very hard, but now I found that the place where I lay was very soft, like lying on the sofa in the living room.

I suddenly sat up with a jolt and woke up instantly.

I found that I was not lying down in the master bedroom at all, but on the sofa in the living room, and the TV was also on.

My eyes widened, confusion and fear struck me almost at the same time. I clearly remembered that I fell asleep in the master bedroom, and I never turned on the TV from beginning to end. Who turned on this TV?

Why did I fall asleep and fall asleep in the living room?

Through the light emitted by the TV, I noticed that there were several puddles of cement on the floor that had not dried up. The cement looked like it was made by stepping on shoes. The reason why I said it looked like it was because these shoe prints were very strange. One dot was at the back and the other was. The sharp corners are in front, as if they were made from high heels.

I followed the shoe prints and found that they extended all the way to the door of the master bedroom.

The door to the master bedroom was wide open, and the shoe prints disappeared when they reached the door of the master bedroom.

Looking at the rows and rows of shoe prints, my scalp suddenly went numb. Without even thinking about it, I quickly grabbed my phone. I didn’t even bother to put on my shoes. I immediately opened the door and rushed out, running madly downstairs. .

I ran out of the third unit and out of the community, then collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

What the hell are those shoe prints?

I was obviously sleeping well in the master bedroom, but who brought me to the living room?

I suddenly remembered the girl who knocked on the door last night. She seemed to be wearing high heels, a pair of red high heels!

Could it be...that she sneaked into the house while I was asleep and turned on the TV?

Was she the one who made the cement?

But even if she did all this, how did she get me into the living room?

This series of weird things can't help but make me feel a little scared.

Whether it's ghosts or man-made, I don't dare to go back to that house alone again.

I quickly took my cell phone and called Meng Yifan for help.