When I was a freshman, because there were many girls in my class and the dormitory was full, and I was late, I was assigned to another dormitory to live with the girls in the next class. At that time, I lived on the second floor, and there were five people (including me) in the dormitory.
I remember that night, everyone went to bed early. Before twelve o'clock, everyone climbed into bed and quietly played with their mobile phones. After one o'clock, everyone fell asleep. I started to feel a little sleepy, so I put down my cell phone and squinted to sleep. But at this moment, I felt as if the door had been opened. I woke up in an instant and remembered to see what was going on, but the whole person seemed to be possessed. I felt a chill all over, and then I felt this shadow slowly approaching my bed.
Then, the room in front of me began to change, from dormitory to an old rented room. The room is full of old traces, and the garbage is scattered on the ground at will, accompanied by the crying of the baby from near and far. No, it's okay, but the goose bumps are standing on end.
I thought I was afraid to meet the legendary ghost bed, and I was very scared, but I remembered that adults said that when they met the ghost bed, they would severely scold, so I began to scold in my heart, and the more I scolded, the more angry I became. Think about who I hired and who I pissed off. With such a thing on the stand, the curse is getting more and more fierce.
But my curses didn't work at all. Not only can't I move, but that dirty thing has climbed into my bed. A black shadow floated to my face and opened my mouth to bite me. I quickly held it with my head. It has no teeth and no facial features. When it opened its mouth, it was still a shadow. We were deadlocked for a few minutes. At this time, the roommate on the bed turned over and the movement was quite loud. That dirty thing disappeared when it heard the noise, and now it looks like a dormitory again. I was so tired that I broke out in a cold sweat. For a long time, I fell asleep in a daze and had no dreams for a night.
That was the first time I experienced a ghost press, and the second time I experienced a ghost press was in my sophomore year.
Sophomore, because several girls in the class changed their majors, the dormitory was adjusted again. I moved out of my old dormitory and moved to the first floor to live with the girls in my class.
That night, my roommates all went to bed early, and I climbed into bed early, put down my cell phone and closed my eyes to brew drowsiness.
For a long time, I fell asleep in a daze In the middle of the night, my roommate dreamed of kicking his feet on the mini desk in bed.
1 of "pa" was particularly harsh in the silent night, which suddenly woke me up from my dream. In desperation, I had to change my sleeping position and wait for the call of the Duke of Zhou again.
But people are weak, and drinking cold water will plug their teeth. As soon as I changed my sleeping position, my body froze, as if I were pinned down by something heavy. I thought I had met something nasty again, but I was really tired, so I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, intending to stay out of it and get away with it.
Then I heard a voice talking in my ear. I didn't want to listen carefully, so I continued to pretend to sleep.
For a long time, she said to me:
"Hee hee"
"I know you didn't sleep."
As soon as I heard it, I couldn't help it any longer, and it broke out. I kept cursing in my heart … cursing in various dialects. So scold for a while, and heard another voice slowly ask me:
"What on earth are you cursing?"
I don't care, I still scold, and then they will suppress my head. I struggled desperately, maybe they didn't go deep enough to hold my head down. Soon my body relaxed and I could move. I got up and looked at my mobile phone. It's just four o'clock. I continued to lie down, but I was wide awake. I had to close my eyes and go to class at eight in the morning, dragging my tired body and wearing Wu's dark circles.
In a blink of an eye, I am a junior, and I still have a lingering fear when I think about it occasionally.
College mobile phone ghost press