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Chapter 161 Crying in the middle of the night

The girl kept trying to stop herself from letting her thoughts wander and tried hard to feel sleepy, but the more she did this, the more her thoughts grew, and her mind was filled with clips from horror movies.

She couldn't see anything with her eyes closed, but the images in her mind would not go away. She forced herself to think about some cartoon plots, but they would soon be replaced by thoughts of ghosts.

She seemed to hear faint crying.

Faintly.

Is it an illusion?

After all, she felt that she seemed a little abnormal now. Was it because she was too sleepy that she became energetic, even though her body seemed tired.

However, the crying sound was very clearly imprinted in her mind, as if reminding her that this was not an illusion.

Even if it wasn't an illusion, she wouldn't dare say anything.

Such a strange crying sound heard in the middle of the night would scare people whether it was a human or a ghost.

The girl didn't dare to move, but she didn't know if it was her illusion, she always felt that the crying sound was getting closer and closer to her, and getting louder and louder.

Cold sweat broke out on her back. She tried her best to calm her breathing and pretend to be asleep. However, the more she tried to remain calm, the more confused she became. Her breathing was completely disordered and her eyelids were twitching slightly.

The crying sound was getting closer and closer, lingering throughout the room. It first came from outside the house, and was obviously separated from them by a wall or a door.

But now, it seemed like someone had entered the house and was wandering around.

Finally, it stopped in front of their bed.

The girl obviously heard the crying. Just above her, sweat broke out on her forehead, her hands were tightly grasping the quilt, and her breathing was choking.

However, the crying sound suddenly stopped, and the entire space fell into silence again.

In this situation, she definitely couldn't open her eyes and peek, the girl thought. Based on her experience from watching countless horror movies, she decided to pretend she knew nothing and continue sleeping.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The next second when she calmed down, a piercing scream suddenly rang in her ears.

The girl suddenly opened her eyes and screamed.

What she saw was hair, hair all over her eyes, and what she touched was hair, tangled between her hands, and piled up on her pillow, sleeping with her, as if covering a head.

The scream that almost pierced her eardrum just now was like someone leaning close to her ear and shouting with all his might, almost making her deaf in her right ear.

The lights in the room were suddenly turned on, and her boyfriend hugged her from behind, asking in panic what happened.

The girl pointed to the side of her pillow, but everything that was there just now disappeared completely.

Her mind was unusually clear and her ears were normal, with no tinnitus, as if the crying, screaming, and hair just now were just her illusions.

The girl was confused and said hesitantly: "I just touched my hair, a lot of hair, and someone was crying outside."

The boyfriend said, "Maybe you were scared when you touched your own hair while sleeping."

The girl didn't know how to explain, but she still said, "Let's move to another place. I always feel like there's something wrong with this hotel."

"Where can we go to change it at night? Besides, we have already paid and we are not allowed to refund. If we leave, we will have to spend a lot of money in vain."

"Go to bed early. You may just be feeling sleepy and confused."

"..."

The next day, after playing around, the girl entered the house first, but she felt something was wrong.

"Has anyone entered the room?"

She didn't remember placing her lipstick on the bed, her makeup bag had been moved, and her slippers and other things were not placed that way. Everything was already obvious.

The girl went to ask the front desk, but they said no one had entered their room.

She repeatedly explained that the layout of the room had changed, which meant someone had entered their room.

The receptionist said impatiently, "No means no. We have surveillance footage here that we can retrieve and send to you. You can check for yourself to see if anyone has entered your room."

The girl returned to the room, sat on the bed, and looked through the surveillance video sent by the front desk. There was no problem the first time, and there was no problem the second time, but she watched it three times for unknown reasons.

When watching it for the third time, the surveillance footage changed and gradually became darker, as if there was no light in the house and it was pitch black. There was a person standing in the dark corner.

The girl frowned and put the phone close to her ear, then raised the volume after a while. It was crying.

It was like the crying she heard in the middle of the night.

Her pupils dilated. In the surveillance video, the woman was walking towards the bed little by little. But she was not walking. The surveillance video was a little stuck. She just took a step forward, as if she appeared there out of thin air.

The girl held her breath and watched the man crawl under the bed.

She suddenly felt her heels getting cold and her eyes moved down to the floor beside her feet. The bed sheet was drooping, hanging over the side of the bed, half covering her.

And the next second, the girl covered her mouth in horror, because the next second of the video, she and her boyfriend walked into the room, that is to say.

There is someone under the bed.

The next moment, a hand grabbed the girl's ankle, and her scream was stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

I watched helplessly as the person under the bed stretched out his stiff white hands and slowly crawled out from under the bed, his long black hair gradually covering the entire carpet...

"Ahhh-"

It was not until she screamed that the girl realized it was a dream. The sunlight outside the window shone into the room through the curtains, and her back was soaked with sweat.

My boyfriend came out of the bathroom and asked curiously, "Why did you sleep so badly? Did you have a nightmare?"

The girl covered her head, her hands still shaking, and pointed under the bed.

"I, I dreamed, I dreamed that there was someone under the bed."

The boyfriend bent down and pulled up the hanging bed sheet. "There's nothing."

"I'll stuff this sheet up there so you can see clearly that there's nothing underneath and you won't be scared anymore."

But at night, it hangs down automatically again.

It seemed as if it was covering up for the people below.

...

Late at night, the boy woke up from his dream with a start.

Feeling the urge to pee, he got up yawning and went to the toilet. While washing his hands, he suddenly heard a cry.

I can't hear it clearly and don't know where it comes from.

He couldn't help but listen carefully. It seemed like the sound came from the wall.

The thought that popped into his mind made him shiver uncontrollably. He thought that maybe someone was crying next door. The sound insulation was too poor.

But when I walked to the bed, the crying became clearer and even felt like it was getting closer.

The boy suddenly remembered what his grandmother said when he was a child - ignore the crying in the middle of the night.