Chapter 005: Night Terror

Then he said, I don't believe it, just watch, this matter has caused quite a stir and will not end so easily. Then he patted me on the shoulder and said, I need to be more cautious lately, as this matter involves me, and I must take precautions.

Mom hasn't noticed that the camera is on; he just finds it strange how I would place things like this. I look at the clock, and it's already 7:00, so it's no wonder Mom is up. When Mom sees that I am awake, she doesn't say anything. She picks up her shoes and places them by the bed. I tell her that I can handle it myself and that she can go do something else.

Later, I recalled the video I recorded last night that I had not yet watched, and I also felt a bit unsettled thinking about last night's events. The camera was clearly on the desk, yet it inexplicably moved to the front of the bed, propped up by a chair. Just thinking about this scene sends chills down my spine. However, I am somewhat perplexed; if something truly happened in my room, why would it act in this manner? This scene, upon reflection, is chilling, yet I remain confused. If something indeed occurred in my room, why would it behave this way?

Mother was clearly frightened, especially since she often heard people in her hometown talking about supernatural events, which she believed without question. After that, she carefully put away her cloth shoes and then called my elder brother back home. I sat on the sofa, uninterested in what she was saying. Father remained silent and did not speak, but I could tell he was also anxious; he just wasn't good at expressing it.

But suddenly, I woke up again, which was completely beyond my memory. I saw myself opening my eyes again, but this time I did not stare at the camera; instead, I kept looking in the direction of the door. However, from the camera's perspective, the scene by the door could not be recorded. I remained motionless, fixated on the direction of the door, my eyes not blinking even once. Then I saw something slowly moving at the top of the screen. After careful discernment, I realized it was a corner of the door, just captured by the camera, indicating that the door had been opened. However, from the camera's perspective, the scene by the door could not be recorded. I remained motionless, fixated on the direction of the door, my eyes not blinking even once. Then I saw something slowly moving at the top of the screen. After careful discernment, I realized it was a corner of the door, just captured by the camera, indicating that the door had been opened.

I was taken aback, but I still told him not to talk nonsense, as people are dead and how could one see them. Little did I know that this colleague was being serious; he earnestly told me that if it weren't for my connection to this matter, he wouldn't have mentioned it to me. He said that he happened to have a friend who works at the funeral home, and last night was his shift. In the middle of the night, that friend called him, saying he was almost scared to death.

I was filled with unease by this colleague's startled remarks, and when I recalled the strange occurrences that had already begun to happen to me, I couldn't help but wonder if this old man was indeed the cause. A chill ran through me, and I also thought about how he had my resume and photo; for no apparent reason, what could he possibly want with these items

I had only been watching for a few seconds when I began to feel something was off, because I had a memory of this segment from before. At that time, I was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, rolling over several times in bed, and finally just staring blankly at the camera. I felt that my movements while turning over looked very strange, perhaps because I had never seen myself sleeping before, which made me feel somewhat uncomfortable

When I saw myself staring at the camera lens, I unexpectedly felt a chill run through my body. The scene of me continuously gazing at the camera had an inexplicable sense of eerie horror. I stared at the lens for a long time, and then what I remember is that I began to drift off to sleep in a daze, closing my eyes and falling asleep.

I mentioned that the funeral home has a heavy atmosphere, and I wondered if he was seeing things. Then, my colleague lowered his voice and repeatedly emphasized that he was only telling me and not to spread it around. He said that the surveillance cameras at the funeral home captured it; indeed, it was that old man, wrapped in a plastic bag, because his body had already decomposed and could only be placed in the cold storage wrapped in a bag

Last night, after they saw it, they were supposed to check whether the body was in the cold storage. However, it was the middle of the night when this incident occurred, and there were only two or three people on the night shift. Who would dare to go and take a look? Moreover, the cold storage was filled with unclaimed bodies, which made it eerie and frightening. At such a late hour, everyone wanted to keep their distance, and who would approach that place?

The voice on the other end of the phone did not seem feigned, which startled my colleague as well. He asked what his friend had to say, and his friend hesitantly replied that he seemed to have seen the newly taken in old man.

I took out the camera and removed the memory card to insert it into the computer. Since the recording lasted a long time, about three hours, to avoid any omissions, I chose not to fast forward and watched it little by little. Moreover, after opening the video, I found that it started from the segment I recorded while sitting at my desk, and I could also see myself walking back to the bed after setting up the camera.

And my mother also said that these cloth shoes are clearly meant for worshipping the dead, the dead, Old Liu, this cannot be a coincidence

This colleague just told me about this incident, and who would have known that upon returning home, there would be another matter.

Having just been awakened and with the light still on, I found it impossible to fall back asleep after lying down again. I merely tossed and turned in bed repeatedly. Eventually, I had no sleepiness at all, so I simply turned over and stared at the camera. I wondered if I would be startled by my own gaze at the camera tomorrow. After staring for a while, I began to feel drowsy, so I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Due to time constraints, I did not have the opportunity to watch the video recorded last night. When I picked up the camera, it was still recording and had not stopped. I turned off the camera and put it away, then went to work after having breakfast prepared by my mother

My mother held back the last few words, probably thinking they were inauspicious. Then she looked at me, hoping I would tell the truth. Just now, my mother was holding it like that, and I didn't look closely. Hearing my mother say this, I was somewhat shocked. However, I truly do not know how these shoes ended up in my wardrobe. I innocently explained to my mother many times, and only in the end did she believe me. She then asked me if I didn't put them there, then who did?

I asked how this matter was resolved, and my colleague said, how else could it be resolved, it was certainly reported to the leaders of the funeral home. It is said that the leaders handed over the video to the police, as for how the police would handle it, that is hard to say, because such matters are generally not made public. Then my colleague told me that when encountering such strange incidents, the public security usually escalates the matter to higher authorities. It is said that there are specialized departments that handle such cases, but we simply do not know about them. Moreover, they conduct secret investigations and do not disclose the results, at most they will communicate with the funeral home in private. Because such matters are generally not made public, then my colleague told me again that when encountering such strange incidents, the public security usually escalates the matter to higher authorities. It is said that there are specialized departments that handle such cases, but we simply do not know about them. Moreover, they conduct secret investigations and do not disclose the results, at most they will communicate with the funeral home in private.

I heard my mother asking why I placed the camera next to the bed, and why my shoes were scattered everywhere instead of being neatly placed by the bed. After I woke up, I found it difficult to fall back asleep because I noticed that the camera, which had clearly been on the desk, was now inexplicably next to the bed. Additionally, the chair that I had moved back to its original position had also been moved again to the side of the bed, directly facing my head, with the camera sitting on the chair, pointed right at me. I noticed that the camera, which had clearly been on the desk, was now inexplicably next to the bed. Additionally, the chair that I had moved back to its original position had also been moved again to the side of the bed, directly facing my head, with the camera sitting on the chair, pointed right at me.

I was sitting on the sofa, puzzled about how the cloth shoes had come in. As I pondered this, a sudden realization struck me. I wondered why I felt a sense of familiarity when my mother showed me the cloth shoes. Now that I think about it, aren't they just like the shoes worn by the person I saw in the video?

My work is relatively relaxed, and most of the time I have nothing to do. Because of yesterday's events, some gossiping colleagues came to talk to me about the old man's situation. They are more informed than I am, and then I heard some follow-up news. A colleague asked me if I knew about it, saying that the funeral home that received the old man's body was not very peaceful.

In the morning, I was awakened by my mother's voice. She gets up early, and probably seeing the light on in my room, called out a few times without receiving a response, so she came in by herself. It was her surprised exclamation upon entering that roused me from my drowsiness.

My mother said she was going to cook some noodles, and I got up just in time to eat. I agreed with her, and only then did she go out. It was not until my mother left that I picked up the camera. At that moment, my confusion was greater than my fear. I didn't want my mother to know about these strange occurrences, as I was truly afraid of scaring them.

My mother found it strange when she heard this. She said that the shoes were found in my wardrobe. I was puzzled, as I wondered how such shoes could be in my wardrobe, especially since I have been living alone and it is impossible for someone to have placed them there for me

When I thought of this, I almost sprang up from the sofa, then went to the room to turn on the computer, found the video recorded that night, jumped to the end and looked closely. Indeed, I recognized the pair of feet at the ankle, wearing such a pair of cloth shoes. Could it be that someone is in my house because of these cloth shoes

I also want to know who it is, but after thinking it over, apart from that persistent old man, there really isn't anyone else. My mother, seeing that I couldn't figure it out either, had already changed her expression, and then she became anxious. She told me that this is no small matter, and if things go wrong, it could cost someone their life

He spoke in a mysterious manner, which made me suddenly alert, and I asked what he meant by something being amiss. He then vividly described the situation there, saying that someone reportedly saw the old man in the hallway last night

When I returned home, it was still early. I had just sat down on the sofa and had not yet had the chance to sort through the events of the day when my mother brought a pair of new cloth shoes to me and asked if I had bought them. I saw that they were a pair of black cloth shoes with white soles, and they had not been worn before. I looked at my mother and asked where she had gotten them, as I had never worn such shoes and would never have bought them.

My mother thought I was lying, and then she seriously told me not to deceive her. She said that these shoes looked like a pair of cloth shoes, but what kind of sole is this? It is clearly stitched with cloth, not made with the plastic sole typical of cloth shoes. Moreover, the fabric used for the upper is just ordinary black cloth, and it is single-layered. How could this be something for people to wear? It is clearly something brought back from our hometown for sacrificial purposes.