Chapter 3, there is a face outside the window

The beam of the flashlight illuminated the glass, and I stared intently, but the next moment, what I saw nearly made me sit down on the ground.

Hiss ... ... Hiss ... ...

Damn it! I am standing here bare-bottomed, and suddenly I realize that it is already past twelve o'clock, the dormitory has lost power, how unfortunate this is

You old man, what is this! Although I was so scared I almost wet my pants, I still mustered the courage to shout out.

For an old loser who has been lurking in forums for many years, such posts are hardly worth my attention. The real rich and handsome men have long taken their goddesses to bed at night. Who has the time to share photos with a bunch of losers in the forum? Those who engage in this are pure losers, unable to be any more pure. They post some photos to enjoy the worship and envy of the losers, thereby satisfying their meager vanity, a form of mental self-gratification, commonly referred to as fantasy.

However, after being treated this way, the desire in my heart has completely vanished. Moreover, I am somewhat exhausted from the intense session earlier. I turned off the computer and the lights, stripped down completely, and crawled into bed.

God bless, a beam of light shot out from the flashlight, and surprisingly, the flashlight still had power.

The game cannot be played now, and I still have no trace of sleepiness at this moment; I need to find some entertainment activities

Hiss ... ...

Seeing this, I smiled faintly, feeling it was childish

In the blink of an eye, summer has arrived, and I have been living at school for half a year. Today is an ordinary night; there were originally three of us living in the dormitory, but those two guys found jobs a few days ago and moved out. Now, I am the only one left in the dormitory.

I am not that bored; I closed the post and prepared to play a couple of games to relax. But who would have thought that after clicking for a long time, there was no response? When I looked again, it was already past 11 o'clock. It turned out the internet was down.

Just as I was busy working at the computer, two crisp sounds suddenly rang out. Although I was wearing headphones, I could hear them quite clearly

The light from the flashlight reassured me considerably; holding the flashlight made me braver, and I wanted to see what exactly was outside my window.

With my shout, that strange sound abruptly ceased, just as it had come without warning. For a moment, the room was eerily silent, with only the sound of my heavy breathing echoing against the backdrop of the illustrations.

My heart was racing incessantly, and the sweat on my face dripped onto the pillow due to nervousness. The sound came from above the window, but I was on the third floor, making it impossible for anyone to hang down and knock on my glass. Moreover, even if someone could reach it, who would play such a prank in the middle of the night

I suddenly thought of the thousands of romantic films stored in the E drive over the past few years, and this time it seems there will be some fun

This sound is like someone gently scratching the glass of my window with their fingernails

In the pitch-black deep of night, in my solitary room, the incessant scratching sounds sent a chill down my spine, causing me to break out in a cold sweat.

Although the cold wind that swept in made me shiver, it also cleared my mind a bit. Suddenly, I remembered that I had a flashlight in the drawer. Thinking of this, I quickly pulled open the drawer beside me and, after a bit of searching, finally found the flashlight that I had never used since I bought it

I checked the windows; since it is summer, both windows are open, and there is nothing unusual on the glass. Could it be a ghost? This thought arose in my mind along with the books, but I quickly dismissed it.

I raised my head to look at the window, and there was nothing unusual there. Moreover, I am on the third floor, so even if someone were playing a prank on me, they couldn't climb up. However, I clearly heard those two sounds just now. What is going on

Feeling quite bored alone in the evening, I leaned against my computer and opened a forum. At a glance, I saw a popular post titled "Show Off My Wealthy Lifestyle." I clicked on it casually and found that the post was filled with the host's life photos, showcasing villas, luxury cars, and a group of beautiful women in swimsuits, which attracted a large number of envious replies from many admirers.

The sudden sound sent a shiver down my spine. At that moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly swept in from outside the window, causing me, drenched in sweat, to involuntarily shudder, nearly losing control of my bladder. I couldn't tell if it was because I was sweating, but I felt that wind was extremely chilly, piercing to the bone.

I turned my head and raised my hand to shine it against the glass

The source of the sound was at the window, and the two strange tapping sounds just now came from there. The sound was as if someone had forcefully tapped the glass above my head twice with their fingers.

I had not yet had the chance to complain when that strange sound suddenly rang out again. This time, I stood by the wall and listened intently; the sound was ethereal and eerie, resembling the scraping of glass.

Damn! ... I was startled by this strange sound, and the drowsiness that had just washed over me instantly vanished. I turned my head and stared intently at the window, but all I could see was a patch of darkness, while that strange sound continued to hiss ... ... hiss ... ... incessantly.

This sound is clear and crisp, suddenly ringing out in the middle of the night without any context, carrying an indescribable eeriness that nearly made me jump out of my seat in fright. I thought to myself, "I hope this doesn't scare me into illness," as I turned my gaze towards the source of the noise.

I am a fine young person of the 21st century, a loyal adherent of Marxist materialism. How could I possibly believe in those feudal superstitions? It must have been the wind that just picked up, causing the sound of the two windows. I feel I have found the answer to the problem; it was merely a false alarm, and I immediately felt relieved.

Tap! Tap!

I do not know how much time has passed, but just as I was becoming drowsy and about to fall asleep, two strange sounds suddenly came from above my head. The sounds were not loud, but each one was prolonged, resembling a sound produced by friction, and it seemed to be coming from the direction of the window.

Hearing that sound cease, I finally let out a sigh of relief; however, my heart still races. The inability to see, being enveloped in darkness, is the true source of human fear. Turning on the light, illuminating the surroundings, may bring me some comfort.

Outside the window is a face, a pale face, devoid of any color, that of a woman hanging upside down

Just a few minutes later, I had a reaction; the Qilin arm had an episode, and it had reached an uncontrollable state

I had never used it before, so I didn't know if it had any power. I thought to myself, trembling, as I pushed the switch.

I took out a roll of toilet paper, unfastened my belt, opened the E drive, and prepared to take action

I can't believe it! I was cursing and kicking the table when the internet in the dormitory suddenly went down.

Thinking of this, I mustered my courage and shouted, "Damn it!" I jumped up from the bed in the nude, rushed two steps to the wall, reached out to touch the switch, and with a click, I turned on the light. However, strangely, the bulb did not illuminate.