Inexplicably followed his friend to a strange village. The people in the village looked very strange, with strange expressions...
I don’t know what I thought, so I followed my friend out for a trip. On the way, I passed by the village where her relative lives. It was getting late. She suggested finding a hotel to stay for one night, and going to her relative’s house the next day before leaving. I agree.
html It has been dark for 0 days, and the pedestrians' faces cannot be seen clearly on the road. Just think it's a little wrong.followed the light to find a hotel. The people inside were very enthusiastic and smiled and helped us check in, as if they were afraid that we would regret it. They didn't look at their ID card carefully, so they took a room card to us.
walked to the second floor with the room card. Although the lights were on in the corridor, the color of the light reminded me of getting up at night in the middle school dormitory to go out to the toilet (at that time, there was only a squat-hole-style toilet on the first floor). I was scared while walking. I hope to see someone, but I am afraid to see "people".
finally walked to the door of the room and swiped the card to enter. It was obviously our room, but there were six beds inside, just like the decorations of the middle school dormitory.
Strangely, we naturally chose a bed and started to settle down.
There seems to be someone living in other bunks, so I chose the upper bunk near it. I threw my luggage up as I used to, and I climbed up along the ladder beside the bed.
Friends have already slept on one of the lower bunks.
went up and sat on the bed. I felt that the bed was shaking all the time, as if I couldn't bear my weight. I looked to the side and there were people sleeping on the adjacent beds at some point. Why don't their beds shaking?
doesn't work, and the bed seems to be about to collapse if it stays there. I quickly climbed down, what should I do?
At this time, the person on the bed next door said, "I'm sleeping well, why are you going down?"
I said, "The bed is very shaking, it's almost falling down!"
She stood up and stepped directly to the upper bunk I had just been, stood for a while and said, "No, it's not shaking at all, come up!"
Then she went back.
Then all the other beds were living in, and they were chatting and joking, just like the scene in my middle school dormitory.
I see others are fine. Is it my illusion? I climbed up and tried it again, and I felt like the bed was about to fall. I'll get down quickly.
friends have already integrated into them. They chatted with them happily and did not notice my situation at all.
The more I think about it, the more wrong I am. I want to leave, leave here. I went to pull her and I went with her, and she said she would wait until dawn to say hello to her relatives before leaving.
There is no way, I can only sit there and wait for her.
Before I knew it, it was almost dawn, so I quickly left the hotel and asked her to see her relatives and leave.
We have been wandering around the village for a long time, and we will meet one or two people from time to time on the road. Their expressions looked stiff and their smiles seemed to be squeezed out. I stared at us casually, and after being discovered, I pretended to look elsewhere.
This place is so strange. I must leave regardless of whether my friends see each other or not. I made up my mind secretly.
Finally arrived at her relative's house. I was waiting at the door and she went in and talked to her relatives. After a while, she came out and said she would not leave and would stay for two days before leaving.
I quickly walked forward alone, feeling that I could leave the village in a while and I couldn’t stay here.
is approaching, and I finally see the intersection leaving the village.
walked out of the intersection and let out a long sigh. Someone came towards me and looked at me with a strange smile.
I ignored it and continued to walk. What are you afraid of when you leave the village? But why are there still people constantly coming over and laughing?
I was so angry that I wanted to ask what I laughed at, but I was afraid of not asking.
was walking in a hurry when he suddenly heard someone joking loudly.
I suddenly woke up: I was still in that hotel, sleeping with a bed that was about to be dumped.
(When I was in middle school, I passed through half the corridor to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, causing me a lot of psychological shadow, and the scenes always appear in all dreams.)
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