Chapter 008 Someone is watching you in the middle of the night

When the lights turned on, they were somewhat blinding, but at least it indicated that there was nothing in the room. I looked around and saw no unusual circumstances, which made me feel a bit more at ease. I turned the lights off again, but as soon as I did, I suddenly saw what appeared to be a person standing next to the desk, completely still; it was indeed a human figure

Of course, regarding the rather strange surveillance footage that was captured, there has been no further mention of how it was handled or what the follow-up was, as if it had sunk into the sea. I inquired with my colleague, but he reiterated the same old saying: these matters are beyond our knowledge. He mentioned that even his colleague at the funeral home was not informed.

However, in reality, things are not as I imagined. When I returned home at noon, my mother said that she dreamed of someone standing outside the door last night. It was indeed nighttime, and she did not know how this person ended up by the door. This person gave off a chilling presence, and she was terrified. So, she came to look for me, but neither my father nor I were there. Then, she was so frightened that she shouted my name. My father confirmed that my mother was indeed awakened and was quite scared.

As these thoughts crossed my mind, fear gradually surfaced, and I felt as if someone was standing by the edge of the bed. Since I was sleeping with my back to the bed, it was naturally impossible to see, it was entirely a feeling, or perhaps an illusion. However, I stubbornly did not dare to turn around to see what was going on, but instead chose to lie still on the bed, holding my breath and listening to the sounds beside me, also wanting to see if there would be any further pushing motion.

I then walked to the window, just as I was about to close it, I happened to see the community road below. There was a streetlight directly beneath my window, and standing under the streetlight was a person, perfectly visible from my angle.

As the weekend approaches, there isn't much to do at work in the afternoon, and soon it will be time to go home. It is rather strange, though, that after hearing my mother talk about her dream, I too dreamt of someone standing outside the door that night. The figure was quite similar to what my mother described, yet I could recognize this appearance. The person indeed resembled what my mother said, somewhat vague, or rather, it was clear in the dream, but upon waking, it became blurry. I am not sure what to make of this. Moreover, the posture was fundamentally similar to what my mother described, yet I could still recognize this figure, as the person truly looked like what my mother mentioned, somewhat indistinct, or to say, it was clear in the dream, but became vague upon waking, leaving me puzzled about its meaning.

Although I was mentally prepared for this, I still very much disliked hearing this answer, because it meant that the old man Liu I had seen at his window on several nights was no longer the old man Liu. This statement is somewhat convoluted; what I really want to say is that since he is already dead, then what on earth was I seeing in front of the window.

Thus, the subsequent situation turned out to be exactly as my mother had described. I began to search everywhere for my father and mother, scouring the entire house but finding no trace of them. I then kept calling out for them, yet the only response in the house was my own echo. After that, I woke up.

I do not know how long I have slept, but I feel as if someone is pushing me, and I woke up like that. It was somewhat like being startled awake, yet not as intense as a true startle; it was just that sudden awakening feeling. I was not in a daze, but rather wondering who it was that pushed me.

Because there was nothing resembling a human figure beside the desk, I repeatedly turned the light on and off, yet I did not dare to get up and take a closer look. Finally, after I turned off the light again, I suddenly realized that the shadow had disappeared. I carefully examined the area, and indeed, it was gone. Seeing that the shadow was no longer there, my heart did not feel the slightest bit relieved; instead, it became even more unsettled.

I soon realized that I was sleeping alone in bed, wondering how someone could push me. Then, I recalled the figure I had seen before falling asleep, and I remembered that I had turned on the light before going to bed. However, the room was now shrouded in darkness, and the light had somehow gone out, leaving me uncertain about the situation.

As for the reason why Old Liu was hastily cremated, it is also due to that segment of surveillance footage. It is said that yesterday afternoon, the funeral home suddenly received a notification from above, and immediately cremated the old man's body. Since Old Liu's ashes are classified as unclaimed, they are temporarily stored at the funeral home

The reason it feels even more suspenseful is entirely because I have basically confirmed that there indeed existed a shadow of a person in front of the desk, and now I cannot ascertain where it has gone. However, wherever it may have gone, it is now in the room, in a place that I cannot see at all. Thinking this way, I cannot help but feel a chill running down my spine

I picked up the book and flipped through it casually, but found nothing of interest. I then placed it haphazardly on the desk and looked around to see if anything else had been disturbed, only to find that all the other items were neatly in their original places, showing no signs of having been touched.

After waiting for a long time in silence, I finally tried to move my body and reached out to touch the switch. As soon as I pressed it, the light turned on, which made me realize that the light had indeed been turned off, rather than my earlier thought that the bulb might have burned out or some other reason. Only after the light was on did I sit up straight, but the room was still empty, eerily quiet. I glanced at the clock; it was not yet 4:00, still early. It was precisely because dawn was still far off that I felt even more frightened, meaning there was still a long night ahead. However, I had already been so scared that I had lost all sense of sleepiness. Only after the light was on did I sit up straight, but the room was still empty, eerily quiet. I glanced at the clock; it was not yet 4:00, still early. It was precisely because dawn was still far off that I felt even more frightened, meaning there was still a long night ahead. However, I had already been so scared that I had lost all sense of sleepiness.

I am certain that I did not flip through such a book before going to bed, and this is just an ordinary professional book, nothing special about it. I placed this book on the shelf of my desk and rarely take it out to look at. Therefore, I became even more puzzled. Could it be that something truly happened in the room?

Suddenly, I saw a person standing below, startling me so much that my hands froze in their motion. It was four o'clock in the morning; who could it be standing under the streetlight, especially when viewed from the eleventh floor? I could discern that it was indeed a person, but I could not make out what kind of person it was, which made it even more terrifying. What was even more unsettling was that he seemed to be looking up at me.

Then I felt that the entire room suddenly became eerie, and a sense of emptiness instantly spread throughout the space. Although the person was clearly standing at the door without moving, I felt as if danger was rushing at me from all directions, creating an inexplicable sense of horror.

I carefully discerned for a few seconds, and it truly appeared to be a human figure. I then shook my body and immediately turned on the light. However, when the light was turned on, there was clearly nothing in the room. Confused, I turned off the light again, but my eyes remained fixed on the spot where the figure had just been. As I had expected, another human figure appeared next to the desk. I turned the light on and off again, discovering that I could see it every time, and it did not seem like an illusion or a case of mistaking an object for a human shape. Yet, my eyes remained fixed on the spot where the figure had just been. As I had expected, another human figure appeared next to the desk. I turned the light on and off again, discovering that I could see it every time, and it did not seem like an illusion or a case of mistaking an object for a human shape.

Though I say this outwardly, my heart cannot help but murmur. Just last night, I saw footprints with incense ash outside the door. Later that night, my mother dreamt of someone standing there. Furthermore, in the afternoon, for some unknown reason, my mother pressed the incense stick against her hand. With this series of events, could it truly be mere coincidence

Nevertheless, regardless of the circumstances, Old Liu has been cremated, and the weight that has been pressing on my heart has eased somewhat. Since the body has already been dealt with, does this mean that the strange occurrences happening in the house can also settle down a bit?

When the lights came on again, I always felt that there was something strange in the room, but I couldn't quite pinpoint what was odd. I just suspiciously glanced around the room, and recalling the scene from when I had woken up earlier, I got up and walked to the desk. Upon reaching the desk, I noticed that the situation on it was somewhat different, or rather, it was not quite the same as it had been before I went to sleep; there was a book on it that had been opened to several pages.

I then turned the light back on and fell asleep just like that

When I woke up, I felt an overwhelming sense of fear. Coupled with the pitch-black room, it made me feel as if there was someone else in the room. I couldn't tell if this was just my illusion, which only heightened my fear, prompting me to curl up even more under the covers. Yet, even in this position, I remained somewhat paranoid. To reassure myself, I casually turned on the light.

I then asked if she had seen clearly who that person was, to which my mother shook her head and said she only remembered it was a person, but she could not recall who it was at all, let alone their appearance. I comforted my mother by saying it was just a dream, perhaps due to her recent mental and emotional strain.

The posture of him standing outside the door is almost identical to that of Old Liu standing by the window, but whether he is truly Old Liu, I cannot say for certain

Even I, a person who does not believe in ghosts or deities, have begun to doubt; let alone my mother and those like her who seem to be believers. My mother did not say much after I offered my comfort, indicating that tomorrow we will go to the old woman who sells paper money to ask if that recluse is willing to help us take a look.

I did not notice anything else, so I returned to bed again. It was only when I was almost at the bedside that I finally realized why I felt something was strange in the entire room. It was the window. I always keep the window closed when I sleep, not because it is almost winter and I am afraid of the cold, but because I do not feel safe sleeping with the window open. Therefore, I must close the window when I sleep. However, the window is now open.