I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

When I was little, I was curious about what was under the bed. At that time, there were usually gaps under the bed frames. Parents would put some boxes underneath. Occasionally, the gaps made the kid very curious.

He still clearly remembered that once when he was a child, he saw a spider on the wall. He originally wanted to kill it with a newspaper, but the flexible spider escaped all the way and entered under the bed.

Since then, Lao Eggplant's fear of what's under the bed has deepened. There is always a kind of spider hiding under the bed, and he is worried that it might crawl up and get into his ears at any time. This kind of fear lasted for a long time until he grew up. It was relieved later.

Now, Lao Qingzi’s beds all have closed bottoms, which look solid.

In the game, he couldn't help but bend down and poke his head under the bed.

As his eyes gradually moved toward the dark bottom of the bed, Lao Eggplant's heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Just when his eyes went around the shoes and looked at the heels.

A furry insect leg quickly retracted into the shadows.

"!!!"

Old Eggplant felt that his heart skipped a beat.

Although the image of the insect's legs was fleeting, Old Eggplant could see it clearly, and even the few hairs on the dark legs were a treasure.

When people are extremely stimulated, they will inexplicably record some things that they would not pay attention to at ordinary times. For example, when being punished by parents, they will remember the content played on the TV that day, and when they encounter a car accident, they will record the clothes of passers-by. The color is also a self-protection mechanism of the brain, weakening the person's impression of the stimulating picture, so that serious stress will not occur.

Old Eggplant was obviously in this state at this time.

While his body shuddered, he jumped up and hurriedly retracted his legs back onto the bed. He didn't dare to look down again, for fear of seeing something terrifying hiding under the bed at a glance.

Even when he was sitting on the bed, Lao Eggplant was paranoid, worried that something under the bed would overturn the bed board or attack him through the mattress.

He stood on the bed, fidgeting.

"What should I do?"

Old Eggplant watched the clock on the wall approaching midnight, and he was still standing on the bed like a little girl who didn't dare to get out of bed, feeling a little anxious.

Swallowing his saliva, Old Eggplant was heartbroken.

"It's a game anyway. The worst thing you can do is quit and start over."

He hurriedly jumped off the bed, took three steps and two steps at a time, quickly came to the wall, and stared directly under the bed.

In that dark corner, there was nothing but the shadows cast by the lights.

Old Eggplant squatted down and continued to peer inside.

Reason told him that if he continued to look inside, he might encounter some bad things, but curiosity drove the old eggplant to continue to look down.

Soon, Old Eggplant saw the light on the other side of the bed.

He looked over there in an almost lying position. There was nothing under the bed except dust.

"Is it an illusion?"

Lao Eggplant has played some horror games. Most of them rely on the sudden appearance of a ghost face to scare people. Some of them create atmosphere, but the expressiveness is limited across the screen.

But now, Old Eggplant was completely frozen here, not daring to express his anger. He lay there for a while before finally looking away.

“It’s a bit difficult to do”

Seeing that it was approaching twelve o'clock, Old Eggplant looked at the bed that he had stepped on. He took small steps closer and stared at the bottom of the bed. Finally, when he was less than thirty centimeters away from the bed, Old Eggplant jumped directly onto the bed and lay down. Down.

He was about to close his eyes, but found that the light was not turned off.

""

But for some reason, he wasn't so nervous at this time. He just jumped out of bed and quickly turned off the light.

stuck

As soon as the switch clicked, the whole room immediately became dark.

Old Eggplant trembled and immediately ran to the bed, just like those children who were afraid of the dark when they were young, hurriedly trying to get into bed and isolate themselves from the world.

But just when Old Eggplant was about to go to bed, he saw under the bed, under the bed illuminated by the light outside, there seemed to be a hairy insect leg sticking out again.

Old Eggplant didn't care, and he didn't dare to care. It was almost twelve o'clock, and he had to complete the task quickly.

Lying on the bed, Lao Eggplant closed his eyes.

The clock struck twelve as promised, and he began to count his heartbeats.

He didn't know why, but when Old Eggplant was counting his heartbeats, he felt inexplicably calm.

Although there might be something under the bed, Old Eggplant was able to focus on counting his heartbeats.

Suddenly, Lao Eggplant felt something coming from the house.

crunch

It was like the door was quietly pushed open.

The sound came from the closet.

"The closet was opened? Who opened it?"

Old Eggplant was very clear that there was no one else in the house except himself, but now, who was walking around in the house?

He heard another rustling sound, as if it was crawling out of clothes, and the sound was approaching him.

Old Eggplant closed his eyes tightly, not daring to open them. He could only count his heartbeats silently, listening to the sound getting closer and closer.

The sound of footsteps was different from the crisp footsteps of ordinary people. The sound was like something sticky dragging on the ground, ticking and dragging.

The scene of a man covered in blood immediately emerged in Old Eggplant's mind, with the sticky blood dripping from his feet to the ground.

The sound stopped quickly. Based on the distance calculation, Lao Eggplant felt that the other party had already reached the bedside.

He didn't hear any breathing, but he felt like there was something around him.

This is the feeling that many times, when others are close to you, it is caused by the other person's body temperature, etc.

But now, there was only a source of heat, but no sound. The feeling still covered Old Eggplant's face and body.

It was as if something was gradually lowering its body and approaching Old Eggplant's face, and kept getting closer.

The subtle feeling of being close to Chi Chi made Lao Eggplant couldn't help but want to open his eyes to confirm, but at this time, he found that he couldn't open his eyes.

Not only could I not open my eyes, I couldn't even move my fingers.

Old Eggplant could only feel the subtle warmth spreading from the center of his eyebrows, passing through his lips, to his neck, throat, and then his chest.

This creepy feeling stopped on his chest. Old Eggplant tried hard to open his eyes, but his motionless body and the increasingly obvious feeling that something was hanging above him made Old Eggplant feel inside. Extremely anxious.

At this moment, Lao Eggplant felt like something was scratching his back.

The rustling feeling was like an insect, an insect with countless legs, scratching the bed board.

The sound became louder and louder, even occupying all of Old Eggplant's perception.

He jumped up.