Chapter 755 754. Bug Legs

  Old eggplant was also curious under the bed when he was a child. At that time, there were usually gaps under the bed frame. Parents would put some boxes under the box. Occasionally, the old eggplant was very curious as a child.

   He still clearly remembers that once when he was a child, he saw a spider on the wall. He wanted to kill it with a newspaper, but the nimble spider escaped all the way and got under the bed.

Since then, the old eggplant's fear under the bed has deepened a little bit. There is always a kind of worry that spiders have been hiding under the bed and may climb up and get into his ears at any time. This kind of trembling lasted for a long time until he grew up It eased after that.

   Now, the bed of the old eggplant is closed and the bottom of the bed is closed.

   In the game, he couldn't help bending under the bed and probing.

  As his eyes gradually looked towards the dark bed, the heartbeat of the old eggplant gradually accelerated.

   Just when he looked around the shoes, to the position of the heel.

   A furry bug's leg quickly retracted into the shadows.

  “!!!”

  Old Eggplant felt like his heart skipped a beat.

   Although the picture of the worm's leg is fleeting, the old eggplant can see it clearly, even the few hairs on the black leg are familiar.

When people are extremely stimulated, they will inexplicably write down some things that they usually don’t pay attention to. For example, when they are taught by their parents, they will remember what was broadcast on the TV that day, and when they encounter a car accident, they will remember the clothes of the passers-by on the other side. This is also a kind of self-protection mechanism of the brain, which weakens the person's impression of the stimulating picture, so that serious stress will not occur.

  Old eggplant obviously fell into this state at this time.

  At the same time as his body froze, he jumped up and hurriedly retracted his legs back to the bed. He didn't dare to look down, for fear that he would see something terrifying hiding under the bed at a glance.

   Even sitting on the bed, the old eggplant was suspicious, worried that something under the bed would overturn the bed board, or attack him through the mattress.

   He stood on the bed, fidgeting.

   "What about this?"

  Old Eggplant looked at the clock on the wall as it approached midnight, and he was still standing on the bed like a little girl, afraid to get out of bed, a little anxious.

   swallowed his saliva, and the old eggplant was heartbroken.

   "It's a game anyway, the big deal is to hang up and start over."

   He hurriedly jumped off the bed, took three steps and two steps, quickly came to the wall, and stared straight under the bed.

   In that dark corner, there was nothing but the shadows from the lights.

  Old Eggplant squatted down and continued to look inside.

   Reason told him that if he continued to look inside, he might encounter some bad things, but curiosity drove the old eggplant to continue to look down.

   Soon, the old eggplant saw the light on the other side of the bed.

   He looked over there with an almost lying posture, the bed was empty and there was nothing but dust.

   "Is it an illusion?"

  Old Eggplant has played some horror games, most of which rely on the way of suddenly popping out a grimace to scare people, and some create an atmosphere, but across the screen, the expressiveness is finally limited.

   But now, the old eggplant was frozen here, and he didn't dare to let out the air. He lay down for a while before finally retracting his gaze.

   "It's a bit tricky"

Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock, the old eggplant looked at the bed that he had stepped on, and took small steps closer, staring under the bed, and finally, when the bed was less than thirty centimeters away, the old eggplant jumped directly on the bed and lay down. Down.

   He was about to close his eyes, but found that the lights were not turned off.

  “.”

   But for some reason, he was not so nervous at this time, he just jumped out of bed and quickly turned off the light.

  Click——

As soon as the    switch sounded, the whole room was immediately darkened.

  Old Eggplant shuddered and ran to the bed immediately, just like those children who were afraid of the dark when they were young, hurriedly trying to get into the bed and cut off from the world.

   But just when the old eggplant was about to go to bed, he saw that under the bed, under the bunk under the light outside, there seemed to be a furry insect's leg sticking out again.

  Old Eggplant didn't care, and he didn't dare to care. It's almost twelve o'clock, and he has to finish the task quickly.

   Lying on the bed, the old eggplant closed his eyes.

   Twelve o'clock struck, and he began to count his heartbeats.

  I don't know why, but when the old eggplant counted his heartbeat, he felt inexplicably calm.

   Although there might be something under the bed, the old eggplant was able to focus on counting his heartbeats.

   Suddenly, the old eggplant felt a sound coming from the room.

   crunch——

  Like, the door was quietly pushed open.

   That voice came from the wardrobe.

   "The wardrobe was opened? Who opened it?"

  Old Eggplant is very clear that there is no one else in the house except himself, and now, who is walking in the house?

   He heard another rustling sound, like crawling out of clothes, and the sound approached him.

  Old Eggplant's eyes were tightly closed, and he didn't dare to open them. He could only count his heartbeats silently, listening to the sound getting closer and closer.

  The sound of footsteps sounded, which was different from the neat footsteps of ordinary people. This sound was like some kind of sticky thing dragging on the ground, ticking and sloppy.

  A man covered in blood immediately appeared in the mind of the old eggplant. The viscous blood dripped and flowed to the ground on his feet.

  The sound stopped quickly, and according to the distance, the old eggplant felt that the other party had reached the bedside.

   He didn't hear any breathing, but he felt like there was something around him.

   This is often the feeling caused by the other person's body temperature when others are close to you.

   But now, there is only a heat source, but no sound, and that feeling covers the face and body of the old eggplant.

   It was as if something was gradually lowering his body, approaching the old eggplant's face, and approaching.

The subtle feeling of    being close at hand made the old eggplant want to open his eyes to confirm, but at this time, he found that he couldn't open his eyes.

   Not only can't open his eyes, he can't even move his fingers.

  Old Eggplant can only feel the subtle warm feeling spreading down from between his eyebrows, passing over his lips, to his neck, throat, and then his chest.

This creepy feeling stopped on his chest, the old eggplant tried hard to open his eyes, but the motionless body, and the increasingly obvious feeling that something was hanging above him, made the old eggplant in his heart. Extremely anxious.

   At this moment, the old eggplant felt that something was scratching his back.

   That rustling feeling is like a bug, a bug with countless legs, scratching the bed board.

   The sound became louder and louder, and even occupied the entire perception of the old eggplant.

   He jumped up.

   (end of this chapter)