Nightmare Attack

Zi

"Ma'am, could you please repeat what you just said?"

Zi

Zi

"Yes, but please don't tell anyone, especially my husband and my daughter!"

"I understand, can we start now?"

“It all started with a phone call.

The call was from my sister, three nights ago.

She was in a strange state at that time, her teeth were chattering, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat.

I asked her if she felt unwell, but she didn't answer. She just kept repeating a dream she had recently. "

"Dream?"

"Yes, it's a dream.

She said that recently she often dreamed that she woke up at night, then got out of bed, walked down the stairs from the attic where she lived, and finally stopped in front of the basement door.

It's very real, very real, so real that it doesn't even look like a dream. "

"But your sister still uses dreams to describe it, why?"

“Because there’s no basement in her house!

What was even more frightening was that when facing that strange door, she actually had the urge to open it. "

"The results of it?"

"She disappeared the night she called me."

"So, you came to me today because you wanted to"

"Dr. Jiang!"

"Well you said.

"I dreamed about a door too, just yesterday."

Turning off the recorder in his hand, the small room fell into silence.

Jiang Cheng sat at his desk with his eyes lowered. On the table was a copy of Rongcheng's evening newspaper.

"Missing notice: Hu Yan, female, 47 years old, 160cm tall, with a rectangular face and fair skin. She recently left home and disappeared late at night on the 13th due to poor mental state. She was wearing light pink silk pajamas when she was lost. Hope she will be found. "Informed Person"

Looking past the contact information, there was a photo printed on the left side of the missing person notice. The photo showed an older woman.

She was also the woman who came to him yesterday and left a recording.

Jiang Cheng didn't have the habit of reading newspapers. The police brought the newspapers about an hour ago.

Based on clues, they knew that Hu Yan had been here the day before she disappeared.

He truthfully stated Hu Yan's mental state and the story she brought.

With Hu Yan's permission, the recordings left behind were also handed over.

After two police officers, a man and a woman, finished taking notes, they left with the recording. Among them, the female police officer with a neat ponytail couldn't help but look back at Jiang Cheng.

This man of similar age to her seemed to be too calm, whether he was accepting questions or telling the incredible story.

After politely standing up and seeing each other off, Jiang Cheng sat back down in his seat.

The crisp sound of keyboard tapping sounded from time to time, and everything was proceeding normally and orderly.

The night is getting darker, and the neon lights in the distance light up little by little.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, stood up, walked to the studio door, first closed the outside glass door, then the inside door, and then locked it.

After doing this, he took the time to make himself a cup of coffee.

Holding the coffee cup, he walked to the sofa and sat down.

The sofa is prepared for customers who come to his studio. Ms. Hu Yan yesterday and the two police officers an hour ago were all sitting here.

The originally shiny leather of the sofa had turned gray, and wrinkles appeared on the armrests.

Jiang Cheng reached into the gap between the armrest and the sofa and took out a recording pen with ease.

The indicator light indicating that it was on was on. After a few flicks of his index finger, the police officer's voice began to come from inside.

Then came his own voice.

Jiang Cheng listened and sipped his coffee.

After finishing a cup of coffee, the conversation between the police officer and him ended. There was no special expression on his face until he sat up from the sofa.

Hang the washed coffee cup upside down on the drying rack, dry your hands, and walk to your desk.

When passing by the sofa, I picked up the voice recorder.

Business has not been good recently, and the previous recording was of this woman named Hu Yan. Jiang Cheng was deeply impressed by her.

The story she told was certainly bizarre, but for Jiang Cheng, who had come into contact with a considerable number of patients with mild to moderate delusions, what he cared more about was the integrity of the story.

In his opinion, it is different from ordinary patients who overexaggerate certain differential results in the hope of gaining other people's attention, and then blur or even ignore the details.

Hu Yan's description was relatively complete and the details were well handled. In Hu Yan's own dream, she even remembered inadvertently stepping on her daughter's plush slippers when going down the stairs.

The police's visit also brought some new information to Jiangcheng.

In their exchanges, they vaguely mentioned that they suspected that Ms. Hu Yan’s disappearance was related to a relative. In Hu Yan’s story, her sister disappeared before her.

With the two facts confirmed, the disappearance of sister Hu Yan should be credible.

Furthermore, the missing person notice published by Hu Yan’s family said that Hu Yan was only wearing pajamas when she left home late at night, and it was also a thin silk pajamas.

In late autumn, Jiang Cheng relied on his knowledge of the person involved and felt that she did not seem like someone who would do such a stupid thing.

Combined with Hu Yan's mysterious disappearance and her sister who disappeared before her, Jiang Cheng felt that this matter was not that simple.

so

so

In order to save brain cells for the business that might come to his door tomorrow, as well as the collagen on his face, Jiang Cheng put on a facial mask and fell asleep hastily.

His studio is divided into two floors. The first floor is used to receive customers, and the loft above naturally becomes his living space.

It was about 30 square meters, and it was literally divided into two rooms by him.

Going up the narrow stairs is the living room, and further inside is the bedroom.

There was no bed in the bedroom, just a thin mattress on the floor.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng was lying in the middle of the mattress, with the quilt pulled up to his chin, sleeping meticulously.

He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but Jiang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes on the mattress. He stared straight at the ceiling, his eyes gradually blurred, and after a moment, they narrowed into a slit.

His upper body left the mattress and he slowly sat up.

what happened?

He thinks clearly and can feel the feedback from every part of his body, but he cannot control this body.

An unfamiliar palpitating feeling surged from the bottom of my heart, as if something had been opened.

First his left leg left the mattress, then his right leg, and he stood up with mechanical movements.

While his brain was still thinking crazily, his body began to act without permission again.

forward.

Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.

One step, two steps

He walked towards the bedroom door like a zombie.

After that is the living room.

Finally, walk downstairs step by step along the wooden stairs.

The old staircase, which should have been creaking constantly, made no sound.

Not just the stairs, Jiang Cheng didn't hear any sound at all after waking up.

The night was as quiet as death.

His eyes were spinning within a limited range, and the current situation was undoubtedly strange and dangerous.

Across the night, the originally familiar environment became unfamiliar.

As the last foot fell, he saw a door standing in front of him.

A pure black one.

Door built into the wall.