Deadly Twelve Days

Even though I have always been a standard atheist since I was young, ever since my father passed away and met Yi Yun, my world view of more than 20 years has been completely broken. Now, in the middle of the night, it seems that there's something unknown under my bed.

The light switch in my room was on the wall directly opposite the bed, and even though I was feeling stifled, there was nothing I could do. The best way to find out if there was anything underneath the bed was to turn on the light.

I quietly got off the bed and grabbed the leather belt I bought for 20 yuan from the roadside stall. I didn't dare to look away from the dark bed for even a second, thinking that if there was any movement from inside, I would give it a blow immediately. "Heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheehee …"

At the same time, I slowly approached the room's interior switch. After finally reaching the wall, I found the switch. Without any hesitation, I pressed it down with a "pa" sound.

The entire room immediately lit up, and the contrast between the light and the darkness made me tear up. However, I didn't dare to relax. I forcefully opened my eyes, picked up the baseball bat lying beside me and slowly moved towards the bed.

My heart was in my throat now, and I was sweating profusely with the baseball bat in my hand, but the relatively dark bottom of the bed was still open to me like the mouth of an ancient beast, as if it were waiting for me to fall into its jaws.

Standing by the bed, I took a deep breath, summoned up the last of my courage, and bent down, cursing at the sight of it. There was nothing under the bed but my battered suitcase, not a single strand of hair, and a pen that had been cut in half fell right next to my bed.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and threw the baseball bat in my hand onto the ground, before sitting down on the bed with a heavy sigh.

It seems that I really need to take a good rest. I thought to myself, it's obvious that I've been suffering from some nervousness during these past few days.

However, just at this moment, there was a "Zi la" sound. The incandescent lamp, which had been used for an unknown period of time, finally broke down after emitting a strong light. It was completely extinguished.

When I saw the situation, I suddenly became extremely furious. I didn't know if the light bulb was broken or if the electricity had been burned, so I angrily pressed the switch a few times, but the light bulb still didn't have any reaction. In the end, I could only dejectedly sigh and lie back down on the bed.

I opened my phone and saw that it was only a few days after midnight. It was still early morning, so I lay on the bed and played with my phone for a while, but I still didn't feel the least bit tired. I could only get up and prepare to turn on my computer.

Fortunately, there was still electricity on the computer. I didn't want to care about anything else, so I sat on the internet.

However, the more I sit here, the colder it gets, especially at the back of my neck, as if there's a wind tunnel blowing cold air at you in the middle of winter.

I couldn't help but shiver and turn my head back. There wasn't even any hair on my head, so in the end, I had no choice but to wrap myself up in bed for a period of time.

However, at that moment, I glanced over and actually saw the white smoke that I was exhaling.

This startled me. You know, I was in a coastal city, and even though it was December, the lowest temperature was only 15 or 16 degrees. How could it be so cold?

What the hell!

I cursed under my breath, fumbled a slightly thicker jacket out of my suitcase, and put it on before I felt any better.

It was a long night, though, and it was so cold I couldn't stand it any longer, so I got up and went to bed.

However, just as I stood up and turned around, I saw a shadow flash past me. I was so shocked that I immediately sat back down on my chair. Looking around the room, I couldn't find a single shadow.

However, when I looked at the ground, I finally realized that there was a problem.

I saw that the area on the ground was reflecting light especially clearly. You know, the house I rented was the old house, there wasn't even a floor on the ground, it was just some rough concrete floor, how could it be so smooth and reflecting light?

I suppressed my anxiety and lowered my body to take a closer look. That piece of land was indeed very smooth, and when I touched it with my hand, there was still water on it. It was extremely cold, and a thin layer of ice had already formed on it.

I couldn't stay calm any longer. How could I be frozen?

Moreover, just as I was about to get up in confusion, I felt a chill wrap around my neck. I shivered, suppressed my fear, and looked down. It was actually a white hand that didn't have a single trace of blood on it.

My body spasmed and shook. This hand didn't look like a human hand, not even a little bit of blood. There was a black, charred substance seeping out of my skin, like a dead pig that had been soaking in water for ten days and a half. There was also a stench that made it hard to open one's eyes.

I tried to turn my head slowly against my stomach, but before I could do anything, a face appeared in front of me, obscured by the light from the monitor, but it broke all my limits and I couldn't help but vomit.

His face was the same color as the hand. A few messy strands of hair hung down from his head, and his stinky, fist-sized mouth issued waves of chuckling sounds, as if someone was laughing in the water.

The person didn't make a sound as he stared at me with his red eyes that didn't have the slightest bit of luster to them.

I felt an ache at my waist and almost peed my pants. I wanted to shout, but I couldn't make a sound. I wanted to run, but my legs were trembling and I couldn't muster any strength.

I thought, I'm probably done for this time.

At this moment, the face in front of me moved. His eyes turned as if he was looking at my neck, and he let out an extremely unpleasant sound of laughter. At the same time, a purple and black fat tongue/head extended over, releasing a stench that directly rushed to my head.

Although I was both afraid and disgusted, I was very clear in my heart that this fellow in front of me was definitely not a human, because no one would still be alive after reaching such a state.

However, what I'm curious about is where did this fellow come from and why is he pestering me?

Unfortunately, these were all things that I could only think about in my mind. I simply couldn't open my mouth. The hand that was pinching my neck didn't have much strength, but it made me unable to muster the courage to resist at all.

"Hand it over." A voice that sounded like a broken drum could be heard. It seemed hoarse and vague, causing one's heart to tremble.

As I listened to the crunch of my teeth, I mustered up the courage to look at him again. "What is it?"

As soon as I said those words, I no longer had the courage to take another look. I could only forcefully cast my gaze to the side.

"Hand it over!" This guy didn't seem to hear me and continued to shout.

At the same time, I felt the hand that was pinching my neck increase in strength. A strong cracking sensation came over me and I felt my vision darken.

Under the support of my desire to live, I finally had the courage to resist. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed onto his ice-like hand and fiercely twisted it. With a light "ka" sound, my neck suddenly felt light.

Fortunately, the computer was not switched on, and with the help of the light from the monitor, I was still able to clearly see the situation in the room. Taking advantage of the fact that he was chasing me, I took two steps back while a million thoughts ran through my mind.

I turned my head to the side and saw the door beside me. I was about to rush out when this fellow suddenly approached me and once again grabbed my throat.

"Hand it over." His voice was somewhat louder, as if it carried a trace of anger.

I retreated a few steps back and leaned against the wall.

At this moment, a "zi" sound rang out and the room was immediately lit up. After a moment of absent-mindedness, I snapped out of my daze. When I looked carefully, that fellow had long disappeared.

Strangely, I found myself lying on the bed, my hands clasped around my neck, my whole body drenched in sweat.

Could it be that the extremely real scene just now was just a dream?